Curse of the Wolves

Blakely Yarrow has never been your ordinary werewolf. With a family curse hanging over her head, a wolf that refuses to listen to her commands, and an Alpha claiming to be her mate, she already has her hands full. Things take a sharp turn when her twenty-first birthday rolls around and the curse she's spent her entire life fearing finally takes hold. As they had in the past, the beastly Gods of her kind appear, heeding the curses call. Instead of claiming her life, they claim something even more precious. Her soul.

Torn from everything she once knew; Blakely has no choice but to navigate her new life in the godly realm, trapped with her three devastatingly beautiful captors. In this foreign land of magic and danger, she quickly begins to realize that the curse haunting her family was put there for a reason, and that she isn't the only one suffering.

Blakely soon learns that the Moon Goddess is missing, and she just might be the key to finding out the truth.

A truth that puts both her heart and her life at risk.

~A Reverse Harem Novel by Jane Doe~

Prologue

Blakely

A curse so deadly,

bestowed to thee.

Has turned thou into a living key.

Await the gods,

who claim thy soul.

Break the curse & fulfill thy role.

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I stared down at the sea of glittering crimson, trying to process the fact that it wasn’t my blood that stained my hands and clothes, but that of my Alpha’s.

My mate.

Its metallic scent permeated the air, mingling with that of vomit. Staring into my eyes, I watched the scene unfold again and again. The events that led to this very moment. The mistakes I’d made that turned me into this.

It had been two weeks since dad helped me move into Alpha Felix Gannon’s flashy, three-story home. The man claiming to be my mate had been thoughtful and kind, catering to every one of my requests despite how odd.

He didn’t question why I wanted my own bedroom, or why I insisted on sleeping in it every night rather than staying at his side.

The entire pack was in a constant state of celebration. There hadn’t been a single pair of mates in almost three hundred years. Everyone was too excited to question how odd the situation was. They even threw a parade in our honor. This was the return of our kind’s good fortune, they claimed. Oh, how wrong they were.

After seven days of love-bombing his true colors began to show, but at that point it was far too late.

We’d just gotten home from Beta Prescott’s wedding. Felix had been drinking more and more over the last week. He said it was to cope with my lack of affection, but that sounded like a load of crap.

Once inside the darkened house, I let him pull me into his arms. I waited for the spark, the mind-numbing