Breeder For The Cursed Alpha
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Breeder For The Cursed Alpha

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“I bought you. You belong to me now, and you will serve me until I’m done with you.” 
Those were the words Alpha Zarek spoke to me when I was dragged into his cursed halls.My fists clenched tight. My nails dug into my palms as I met his gaze.
“And what makes you think I’ll follow your rules like some puppet?”
My name is Valtira Geordie. The unwanted daughter of my pack. My father sold me like cattle, and  my mother never showed me an ounce of love. Even my people cheered when I was taken away.
They thought they were ridding themselves of a curse. Zarek Braxton, the Rogue Alpha of Duskborne, is everything they warned me about. Ruthless, cold, and feared across every border. They call him a monster.
They say no woman survives his bed. But when his storm-gray eyes locked on mine, I saw something more dangerous than death itself. I saw fate.I should hate him. I do hate him. Yet his presence is intoxicating, his scent rich and welcoming. My wolf stirs for him, my blood burns for him, and every moment near him feels like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing he could either catch me or let me fall.But nothing in Duskborne is simple.
A curse claws at Zarek’s soul, threatening to consume him and me along with it. There are enemies all around us, and yet, the bond between us grows stronger every day. 
Now I must choose my path: Fight the hold he so clearly has over me until one of us breaks… or claim the monster as mine, and unleash a power the world has long forgotten.
One thing is certain. Being sold to Alpha Zarek is not the end of my story. It is only the beginning.
(This book contains explicit s****l content, including b**m, rough s*x, and other mature themes. It is intended for adult readers only (18+). Reader discretion is strongly advised.)🔞🔞🔞

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