Todos los capítulos de Cursed By Blood, Claimed By Love : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Moana’s POV Tonight the air in the pine forest is so cold, it feels like needles on my skin. The smell of burning pine drifted from the great bonfire ahead. I stood in the dark shadows with my back pressed against a large pine tree, my hands shaking inside my pockets. They were covered in small scars from years of hard work. In the Blackthorn Pack, I lived like a ghost. Nobody really saw me. My name is Moana Ash claw, but no one calls me that anymore. To them, I am just the servant girl who sleeps in the cold cellar and eats the leftovers meant for the pigs. Three years ago, my father, Kyrian Ashclaw, tried to kill Alpha Eldrick. He failed and paid with his life. Afterward, Eldrick looked me in the eye and told me I would spend the rest of my life paying for father’s crimes. “Don’t look up,” I whispered to myself as my breath curled into the freezing air. In the middle of the clearing, a huge bonfire burned bright. Orange flames leaped high toward the black sky, sending spa

Moana’s POVIn the morning, I wake up on my straw bed in the cellar. The morning sun does not feel warm. It feels like a cold weight pressing against my eyes. My chest hurts with every breath, like it is filled with broken glass. Sharp pain shoots through my ribs. My wolf stays silent and cold in the back of my mind. She is mourning the mate who threw us away.“Get up, runt!” a loud, mean voice shouts at me.I open my eyes and see a guard at the top of the cellar stairs. He kicks the wooden door hard. “The Alpha wants his breakfast, and the floors in the main hall are filthy,” the guard yells. “Do not make him wait. He is in a very bad mood today.”I try to sit up quickly, but my head spins and my stomach feels sick. I wanted to stay in the dark and cry, but I know what will happen if I do. If I do not work, I will not eat. They will throw me out of the pack lands, and the wild rogues will kill me.I stood up slowly, pulled on my old torn boots, and walked up the stone steps.The pack

Moana’s POV “You are doing it on purpose,” he hissed. “Doing what, Alpha?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Your scent,” he said. He leaned down, his nose brushing the skin of my neck. I shivered. “It is everywhere. I can’t go into a room without smelling you. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. It feels like you are pulling on a string inside my chest.” “I am not doing anything,” I said, tears filling my eyes. “You are the one who rejected me! You told me I was nothing! If you want the feeling to stop, then let me leave the pack!” Eldrick’s hand shot out and grabbed my waist, pulling me hard against his chest. I gasped. The touch was like an electric shock, and the pain in my heart stopped instantly. For the first time since the ceremony, I felt at peace. My wolf hummed with joy. “I can’t let you leave,” he whispered into my ear. His voice was soft now, almost like he was crying. “If you go too far away, the pain will kill me. And I hate you for that. I hate that my life is in your hands,

Moana’s POV “What are you doing here at this time of the night, Moana?” The voice cracked through the hallway like a whip. My heart seized. I was right by the dark corner near the study door, my knees still pressed against the cold stone floor. My fingers had just closed around the thin, crisp parchment of my father’s letter. As I quickly slipped the letter deep into the inner pocket of my dress, the familiar calm voice stopped me in my tracks. The voice was too calm. And that intoxicating scent of leather and pine was impossible to miss. Dread crept down my spine. I slowly lifted my head and rose to my feet. A few meters away stood Kaelen, his large frame blocking the dim firelight pulsing from the nearest torch on the cold stone walls, leaving half his face in shadow. Thank the Moon Goddess it’s only Kaelen. A small wave of relief washed over me. “Oh. Good evening, Beta Kaelen,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “I didn’t know you were there.” I forced my hands to my sides, hi

Moana’s POV The iron handle of the door rattled again. Someone was trying to force their way inside. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the rattling door. I stumbled back until my shoulders hit the cold stone wall. A jolt of fear shot through me, leaving my legs weak and unsteady. My heart pounded so hard it drowned out every other sound. The lantern on the wooden table flickered wildly, throwing shaky shadows across the room. Every rattle of the handle echoed through the small space, louder than the last. My chest tightened. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second and silently begged the Moon Goddess to make whoever was outside go away. I wasn’t supposed to be here. If the wrong person was behind that door, they wouldn’t ask questions. My fate would already be decided. I couldn’t take my eyes off the door. Then the handle suddenly went still, and the silence that followed felt far more frightening than the noise. I had barely finished my silent prayer when the door