The Alpha's Cursed Heir

The first thing I ever learned about life… was that it could be cruel.

I was born into misery—into chains I did not choose, into a fate that had already been written long before I took my first breath.

And yet… I belonged to the Moonlight Pack.

A pack feared by many.

A pack revered by all. To be part of it was considered an honor.

But not for me., Never for me.Because I was not truly one of them Not in the way that mattered.

My father had once been.

He had been the younger brother of Alpha Feal—a warrior of the Moonlight Pack, strong, respected, and loyal to the very bloodline that would later destroy his own.

But loyalty meant nothing in war.

He died on the battlefield during a brutal war against the Blood Moon Pack—slaughtered like so many others whose names were quickly forgotten once the victory songs began.

And with his death… Everything changed.

I should have been protected, I should have been taken in as family because I shared their blood, after all.

But blood means little when power is involved.

Alpha Feal did not take me in as kin, He took me in as property.

And my mother…She suffered far worse.

After my father’s death, Alpha Feal sought to claim her.

Not out of love Not out of duty, But out of desire.

He demanded she become his second wife out of his twelves concubine

She refused.That was her greatest mistake.Because in the Moonlight Pack, no one refused the Alpha and walked away untouched.

She was stripped of her dignity, her status, her freedom.Turned into a slave.

And when that still did not break her spirit…She was thrown into the dungeon.

By then, she was already carrying me Alone.

Starving and Forgotten.

The cold stone walls became her prison The darkness her only companion.

And when the time came…There was no healer, No midwife.

No helping hand , She died bringing me into the world.

And I…I survived.

Against all odds , Against all reason.

I lived, But survival, I would come to learn, was not a blessing.

It was a curse, Because I was not just an orphan, i was a reminder.

The daughter of the brother Alpha Feal lost.The child of the woman who defied him.

A stain he could not erase.And so instead of being raised as blood…

I was raised as nothing.I was weak at birth—frail, sickly, barely clinging to life. No one expected me to live.No one wanted me to.

I would have been left to die like discarded waste if not for Madam Sonia—the pack’s healer—and a nameless elderly servant who took pity on me.

With no mother to nurse me, they fed me with the milk of a she-goat.

A humiliating beginning. But it kept me alive.

And from that moment on…I became something worse than unwanted.

I became cursed. The girl who should not have lived.

The burden no one wanted.The mistake no one could undo.As I grew, the pack made sure I never forgot who I was.

Or rather…What I was.” Nothing.

Morning came like it always did—too quickly, too painfully.

The sunlight streaming through the cracks of the servant quarters felt almost mocking as it touched my bruised skin.

I forced myself up from the floor, every movement sending sharp aches through my body. My limbs trembled under my own weight, but I didn’t dare linger.

There was no time.

There was never time.

I glanced at my reflection in the small, cracked mirror.

Cuts, Bruises.

Dried blood.

A familiar sight.

Swallowing hard, I turned away. There was no use staring. No use caring.

I stepped out of the room without bathing and hurried toward my duty post—Princess Hazel’s chambers.

If I was late…I didn’t want to think about what would happen.

Thankfully, I arrived just in time.

Hazel sat elegantly before her vanity, her golden hair cascading down her back like spun silk. Even sitting still, she looked every bit the princess she was born to be.

Everything I was not.

Without a word, I gathered the combs and accessories, my hands moving quickly, carefully. I worked in silence, focusing on every strand, every detail.

I dared to hope.

Maybe… just this once…Maybe it would be enough.

When I finished, I stepped back, lowering my gaze.

“My princess, I—”

Her scream cut through the room like a blade.

“What is this?!”

My heart dropped.

Before I could speak, the doors burst open.

Luna Zoran swept in, followed by her attendants, her presence suffocating the air itself.

“Mother,” Hazel whined, her voice dripping with false distress. “She didn’t do the style I asked for.”

That was all it took.I barely saw it coming.

The slap landed hard across my face, sending me crashing to the floor. Pain exploded through my cheek, ringing in my ears.

“You foool!” Luna Zoran’s voice was venom.

Dazed, I pressed my trembling hand to my face, already feeling the swelling skin beneath my fingers.

“You useless girl,” she spat.I forced myself up, dropping into a bow despite the way my body screamed in protest.

“I—I’m sorry, Your Majesty—”

Before I could finish, something wet struck my face.

Her saliva.I froze.

“It is an honor,” she sneered, “for someone like you to even feel my touch. You should be grateful.”

“Th-thank you… Your Majesty,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

Pathetic.

Even my own voice disgusted me.

“You can’t even speak properly,” she scoffed.

Her heel slammed into my stomach.

The pain knocked the air from my lungs, but I bit down hard, forcing myself not to cry out.

“When you are given an order, you obey,” she continued coldly. “Even if my daughter tells you to lick her feet, you will do it. Do you understand?”

“Yes… Your Majesty.”

I had no choice, i never did.

Hazel watched everything with amusement, her lips curled in satisfaction.

To her, this was entertainment.

Nothing more.

“I don’t like her,” she said, examining her reflection. “She’s ugly. Look at that scar.”

Each word struck deeper than any blow.

“I know, my little pup,” Luna Zoran replied gently, her tone shifting instantly as she touched Hazel’s hair. “But she must be kept beneath us. You may do as you wish with her.”

Hazel’s eyes lit up.

“Even kill her?”

My entire body went rigid.

Luna Zoran laughed.

“Not yet. Your father still has use for her.” Her gaze flickered toward me with undisguised disgust. “But don’t worry… I’ll find a solution soon.”

A solution, My death, most likely.

After they left, Hazel turned lazily toward another servant.

“When you’re done here,” she said sweetly, “make sure this dog receives punishment three.”

The world went silent.

My heart stopped, Punishment three.

No…

No, not that—

“Thirty lashes!”

I was dragged into the training grounds and thrown onto the dirt.

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the watching wolves—betas, omegas, even Lycans paused to witness the spectacle.

Punishment three was not meant for servants.

It was meant for traitors, For enemies, For those who deserved to be broken.

And today…

That was me.

Hazel stood at a distance, smiling.

Watching,Enjoying.

My own sister, My blood sister.

The one who should have loved me.In another life… maybe she would have.

But not in this one.

In this life, I was nothing.

The Lycan assigned to carry out the punishment stepped forward, whip in his hand.

I looked up at him, tears blurring my vision.

“Please…” My voice trembled, barely audible. “Please don’t…”

But even as I begged…

I already knew. No one had ever listened to me before. And no one would start now.