Mated To The Cursed Alphas

The Chieftain breathed on my neck and planted a soft, wet kisses on my skin, his hand snaked around my waist. I moaned quietly as the hands of the Rogue King in front of me found its way to my warm cheeks, holding it gently as he pressed his body closer to my mine. My eyes snapped open and saw him watching me intently behind his dark, hooded lids.

"You must choose," He whispered under his throaty voice.

From my back, I heard Lakanni growled, "There is only one, Wajan," his thick voiced was muffled.

Slowly, I crept up my fingers to Lakanni's nape, pulling his body behind closer to mine. He reacted instantly and it made a flutter to my stomach. With pure desires, I challenge the Rogue King in front of me with my burning eyes. I slowly trace his abdomen up to his neck. His eyes followed my movement like a slave to it, and draw out heavy breaths.

He still refuses me that made my heart clench in disappointment.

"I shan't choose," I whispered, "for tonight, I will have the both of you under the bleeding moon,"

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The talks of war brewing in the land, buried secrets to unravel, retribution awaiting in the corner, and a curse to break. Will the resolve of the mated soul prevail? Or will the horror of the past once again haunt the harmony that was kept in centuries of old?

Nevertheless, Wajan has only one answer. Her dagger, and her sharp fangs of her magnificent beast. Yet, she must be wise as to where she points the end of her blade and to whom she gives her fragile heart. She must choose.

But the choices were no simple man: Lakanni Rajanuk, the mighty Alpha chieftain of the Tagar tribe, or Lakkaro the Rogue King. Both have been cursed and righteous on their own deeds, leading their own people and standing for what they believe in.

Will they be strong enough to endure the trials and save themselves from the curse of the Moon? or will they unleash a catastrophe that will wipe away their kind from the face of the world?