
Avery and the Cursed Alpha
Lyra Lupine · Completed · 245.8k Words
Introduction
Then a mysterious billionaire offers her a deal that sounds too good to be true.
Alexander Ravenswood is powerful, wealthy, and feared throughout Tenebrous City. Behind his perfect public image lies a deadly secret. He is the Alpha of the Nocturne Pack, cursed by an ancient bloodline that is slowly driving him toward madness and death. His only hope lies in finding the legendary Aethon Orb—or the prophesied mate destined to save him.
When Alex discovers that Avery can draw symbols connected to the long-lost artifact, he offers her a contract she cannot refuse: become his fake fiancée for six months in exchange for enough money to erase her debts and save her home.
What begins as a business arrangement quickly becomes something far more dangerous.
As they search for the missing Orb, Avery is drawn into a hidden world of werewolves, ancient prophecies, and deadly pack rivalries. Powerful enemies want Alex's throne. A jealous Alpha heiress wants Avery gone. And a ruthless rival Alpha will stop at nothing to claim the Orb for himself.
But the greatest secret of all may be Avery herself.
Because the closer she gets to Alex, the more impossible truths begin to surface about her past, her strange abilities, and the destiny that has been waiting for her all along.
With a curse threatening Alex's life, enemies closing in from every side, and a forbidden bond growing stronger by the day, Avery must decide whether to walk away from the dangerous Alpha who needs her—or risk everything for a love written by fate itself.
In a city where secrets kill and destiny cannot be escaped, can a fake engagement become a love powerful enough to change the future?
Chapter 1
The morning sky above Tenebrous City was a dull shade of gray, as though the heavens themselves were mourning alongside Avery Wellesley. The clouds hung low over the sprawling cityscape, casting long shadows over the crowded streets and towering buildings. To most people, it was simply another ordinary workday. To Avery, it felt like the first day of a life she never wanted.
Her mother's absence followed her everywhere.
It lingered in the empty seat beside her at breakfast. It echoed through the silent hallways of their modest home. It waited for her in every quiet moment when reality settled heavily upon her shoulders.
Three days had passed since the funeral, yet the grief remained as sharp as it had been the moment the doctors pronounced her mother dead.
Avery sat at her desk inside the accounting firm where she worked as an administrative assistant. The office buzzed with activity as employees typed reports, answered phone calls, and discussed projects, but the noise seemed distant, muffled by the storm of emotions raging inside her heart.
The computer screen before her was filled with spreadsheets, but the numbers refused to stay in focus.
Instead, she saw hospital rooms.
She saw oxygen tubes.
She saw her mother's pale face resting against a white pillow.
She saw the brave smile her mother had worn until the very end.
A lump formed in Avery's throat.
She lowered her eyes, fighting the tears threatening to escape.
Just then, a familiar voice shattered the fragile wall she had built around her emotions.
"Avery."
She looked up and immediately felt her stomach tighten.
Jack Stanton stood beside her desk.
He was her supervisor, a man in his mid-thirties whose expensive suits and polished appearance hid an unpleasant personality. He was handsome enough to attract attention, but there was something cold in his eyes that always made Avery uncomfortable.
Everyone in the office respected him.
Avery merely tolerated him.
"Avery, you've been absent for three days. Any particular reason?" he asked, crossing his arms.
Several nearby employees glanced toward them before quickly returning to their work.
Heat rushed to Avery's face.
She had dreaded this conversation from the moment she stepped into the office that morning.
Slowly, she rose from her chair.
"My mother passed away."
The words emerged softly, but saying them aloud still felt unbearable.
Even now, part of her expected her phone to ring and hear her mother's voice on the other end.
Jack's expression softened slightly.
"I'm sorry to hear that."
Avery nodded silently.
"She had cancer," she continued, forcing herself to speak. "The funeral was two days ago."
For a brief moment, genuine sympathy seemed to flicker across his features.
Then it vanished.
"You know company policy requires notification for bereavement leave."
Avery closed her eyes briefly.
Of course.
Policies.
Paperwork.
Deadlines.
The world had already moved on, even though hers had fallen apart.
"I know," she said quietly. "Everything happened so fast. She was improving for a while, and we all believed she would recover. Then she suffered a relapse, and the doctors..." Her voice trembled. "The doctors couldn't save her."
The memories threatened to overwhelm her.
She remembered sleeping in plastic hospital chairs.
She remembered selling jewelry to pay medical bills.
She remembered begging God for one more year.
One more month.
One more day.
Anything.
But none of her prayers had changed the outcome.
Jack studied her carefully.
"Well, I hope you're prepared to catch up on your work. The team has been covering your responsibilities."
"I'll do my best," Avery replied. "I just need a little time to settle back in."
Jack's expression hardened.
"Time is a luxury we cannot afford, Avery. Your performance has already been slipping for months."
The words struck a painful nerve.
Of course her performance had suffered.
She had spent nearly every spare hour caring for her sick mother.
There had been hospital visits, treatments, emergency admissions, and endless financial struggles.
Sleep had become a luxury.
Peace had become a distant memory.
Still, she forced herself to remain calm.
"I understand."
Jack leaned closer.
"One more serious mistake and management may decide you're no longer a good fit for this company."
Avery felt her stomach sink.
The threat was clear.
She needed this job desperately.
The medical treatments had drained every cent of her savings.
The house had been used as collateral for loans.
Interest continued accumulating daily.
Without her salary, she would lose everything.
"I'll work harder," she promised.
A strange smile appeared on Jack's face.
It was not a reassuring smile.
It was the kind of smile that made Avery instinctively uncomfortable.
As she turned to leave, his hand suddenly closed around hers.
Avery froze.
His grip was firm.
Possessive.
A wave of disgust washed through her.
Jack lowered his voice.
"Unless you decide to say yes."
His thumb brushed lightly across her skin.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
Avery's jaw tightened.
For months, Jack had been pursuing her despite her repeated rejections.
Dinner invitations.
Suggestive comments.
Promises of promotions.
Offers that always came with hidden expectations.
Every encounter left her feeling trapped.
Carefully, she withdrew her hand.
"I need to get back to work."
Jack chuckled softly.
"The offer remains open."
Without another word, Avery walked away.
Her hands trembled as she returned to her desk.
She hated feeling powerless.
She hated knowing that one complaint could cost her the job she desperately needed.
Most of all, she hated the reality that her financial situation left her with very few options.
As she opened another file, her thoughts drifted toward the mountain of debt waiting for her at home.
Medical loans.
Mortgage payments.
Credit card bills.
Funeral expenses.
The numbers haunted her.
Every time she calculated them, the result remained the same.
She was drowning.
The house was the only thing her mother had left behind.
Every room contained memories.
Every wall carried traces of the woman who had raised her with unconditional love.
Losing it would feel like losing her mother all over again.
A sudden vibration interrupted her thoughts.
She glanced at her phone.
Jessica.
Relief immediately softened her expression.
Jessica Hale had been her best friend since college. Through every hardship, every disappointment, and every heartbreak, Jessica had remained firmly by her side.
Avery answered quickly.
"Hey, Jess."
"How are you holding up?" Jessica asked gently.
Avery stared at the paperwork on her desk.
"I've had better days."
Jessica sighed.
"I figured as much. Listen, I just spoke with Sandra."
Avery sat up straighter.
Sandra managed recruitment at the Grand Crescent Hotel, one of the most prestigious hotels in Tenebrous City.
"And?"
"There's an opening. The salary is significantly better than what you're earning now."
Hope flickered inside Avery's chest.
Her current salary barely covered interest payments.
A better-paying job could change everything.
"You need to come over immediately," Jessica continued excitedly. "Sandra agreed to meet you during her lunch break."
Avery checked the time.
Her own break had just begun.
"I'll be there as fast as I can."
Twenty minutes later, Avery stepped into the luxurious lobby of the Grand Crescent Hotel.
Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead.
Polished marble floors reflected the golden light pouring through massive windows.
The air carried the subtle scent of fresh flowers and expensive perfume.
The entire place radiated wealth and elegance.
Jessica greeted her near the reception desk.
"You made it."
Avery smiled weakly.
"I practically ran here."
Sandra was finishing another meeting, so Jessica encouraged Avery to wait nearby.
Needing a distraction from her anxiety, Avery pulled a notebook from her bag along with a pen.
Writing had always been her coping mechanism.
Whenever life became overwhelming, she wrote down every fear, every burden, and every worry.
Slowly, she began listing her problems.
Mortgage debt.
Hospital bills.
Funeral expenses.
Loan repayments.
The possibility of losing her home.
Each word carried its own weight.
Yet somehow, seeing them written down made them feel slightly less overwhelming.
Then something strange happened.
A familiar sensation washed over her.
Warmth spread through her fingers.
A tingling feeling traveled up her arm.
Avery frowned.
It was happening again.
Ever since her twenty-first birthday, unusual images occasionally appeared in her mind.
She never understood them.
She never recognized them.
Yet they always felt important.
Without thinking, she turned the paper over.
Her hand began moving.
Lines appeared.
Curves intertwined.
Symbols emerged.
The pen seemed to glide effortlessly across the page as though an unseen force guided every movement.
Time faded away.
The bustling lobby disappeared.
The worries consuming her mind fell silent.
There was only the drawing.
When she finally stopped, she stared down at the completed image.
Her heartbeat quickened.
The design was unlike anything she had ever seen before.
Ancient symbols surrounded an elaborate circular emblem that seemed strangely familiar despite being completely foreign.
A chill raced down her spine.
She had created dozens of these mysterious drawings over the years.
Several remained hidden inside a box at home.
Yet she still had no idea what they meant.
"Avery!"
Jessica's voice broke through her concentration.
She looked up.
"Sandra's ready."
Avery quickly gathered her belongings.
"Coming."
In her hurry, she failed to notice the loose sheet slipping from her notebook and floating silently onto the polished floor.
Jessica was already halfway across the lobby when Avery rushed after her.
As she rounded a corner near the entrance, she collided with something solid.
Or rather, someone.
The impact sent her stumbling backward.
Before she could fall, strong hands gripped her arms.
Steadying her.
Protecting her.
Avery looked up.
Her breath caught.
The man standing before her was breathtakingly handsome.
Dark hair framed a face carved with sharp, masculine features. His jawline was strong, his cheekbones perfectly defined, and his piercing blue eyes held an intensity that immediately commanded attention.
For a moment, Avery forgot how to breathe.
An inexplicable spark passed through her when her fingers brushed against his.
The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
It felt as though electricity had danced beneath her skin.
Their eyes locked.
The world seemed to pause.
"Sorry," Avery whispered, suddenly aware of how close they stood.
The stranger continued staring at her.
Something flickered across his face.
Shock.
Confusion.
Recognition.
Although they had never met before.
"No harm done," he said, his deep voice sending another strange shiver through her. "Are you alright?"
Avery nodded quickly.
"I am. Thank you."
Reluctantly, he released her.
Unable to understand why her heart was racing so wildly, Avery hurried after Jessica.
She did not look back.
She never saw the stranger's eyes following her retreating figure.
Nor did she notice him glance downward.
The abandoned sheet of paper lay near his polished shoes.
The man bent and picked it up.
His attention settled on the intricate drawing.
Immediately, every trace of calm disappeared from his face.
His body went rigid.
His blue eyes widened in disbelief.
Because the symbol staring back at him was one he recognized instantly.
It was not merely an unusual drawing.
It was the exact symbol connected to the legendary Aethon Orb.
The sacred artifact he had spent years desperately searching for.
The artifact that might be the only thing capable of saving his life.
Slowly, his gaze lifted toward the direction Avery had disappeared.
A dangerous mixture of hope and determination ignited inside him.
Who was that woman?
And how had she drawn a symbol that should have been lost to history?
For the first time in years, Alexander Ravenswood felt fate moving.
And he intended to uncover every secret the mysterious woman carried.
No matter what it cost.
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