Book cover of “Cursed Hearts: The Omega's Fated Mate“ by Empress Kei

Cursed Hearts: The Omega's Fated Mate

  • Genre: Werewolf
  • Age: 18+
  • Status: Completed
  • Language: English
  • Author: Empress Kei
In Claybourne City, there is a legend of a cursed omega shrouded in mystery. It's said that any alpha who tries to claim them as a mate will meet a tragic fate. When the new mayor, Nathan Davis, arrives in Claybourne City, he discovers the cursed omega named Alex. Despite the warnings from the townsfolk, Nathan feels an instant attraction to Ale... 

Chapter 1

Alex's POV

As I sat alone in my small apartment, I couldn't help but think about my past. My mind drifted back to a time when things were simpler when I was surrounded by family and love. I thought about my mother, who always had a smile on her face and a kind word for everyone she met. She was the rock of our family, the one who held us all together.

I remembered the long summer days we spent together, picnicking in the park or taking walks through the woods. My mother would tell us stories about our ancestors, their struggles, and their triumphs. She would remind us of our heritage, of the strength and resilience that ran through our blood.

And then there was my father, who worked long hours to provide for us. He would come home exhausted, but he always had a smile for us. He would pick me up and swing me around, and I would feel safe in his arms.

I remembered the holidays when our house would be filled with the smells of cooking and the sound of laughter. My grandmother would bake pies and cookies, and my aunts and uncles would bring dishes to share. We would gather around the table, telling stories and sharing memories.

But then everything changed. 

I missed those days, the warmth and love of my family. I missed the sound of my mother's voice and the smell of my grandmother's cooking. But most of all, I missed the feeling of belonging, of being a part of something bigger than myself.

 I realized that I needed to find that feeling again. I needed to connect with my family, to find my roots and my strength but they were no longer alive. What should I do? Feeling lost and alone, I stared into nothingness.

I do remember listening to my mother's storytelling when I was little. The narrative is all about mates, and what a wonderful thing to have a partner as a werewolf. Someone who will look out for each other, provide life, and be compassionate. Like a fire in the dead of winter, and a blanket in the dead of night.

Two mated pairs entwined on each other, as if it were all written in the stars. Mated, as if they were meant to be together. Not every wolf was fortunate enough to find a mate. It has no certain chance. It is not easy to determine our type of predestined soul.

My mother used to tell me about the first time she smelled that sweet vanilla cream with a daisy scent in the morning. And my father fell in love with the aroma of freshly baked bread in the morning...

They are meeting for the first time. They knew they were predestined from the start. Our Goddess Luna chose them to be mated. They dwell peacefully and wonderfully on the Zidian pack.

My life is beyond anything I could have imagined. My previous existence with my parents can be compared to a comfortable cardigan. Everything was fine until horrible events occurred, such as a flash of lights- everything happened so quickly.

I recently saw my parents die as a result of a fight between the pack to which we belong and a large bunch of rogue wolves.

That time is still vivid in my mind. I was maybe 14 at the time. I sobbed myself to sleep, and my misery lasted forever. It never ends, and the pain is unbearable. It will not go away. I have an unhealthy obsession with them. And they died in order to protect me... I misplaced them at the time.

When I was 15, I discovered what kind of pack member I was. And when they told me I was an omega, everyone was taken aback... Rumors spread like wildfire so quickly. In an instant, my existence became more agonizing than suffering.

I remember the story of the Omega with white fur... I, too, have white fur and am gay. I discovered I was gay when I was 13, and our pack has always been receptive to LGBT partnerships.

Returning to the omega narrative with white fur. It is stated that having an omega with white fur is an unusual occurrence. It felt both cursed and blessed. It could be either or both. And because I was the pack's lone omega, I was dubbed "the curse."

People casting shadows on me. I still have bruises from them throwing rocks at me... Purple bruises and black scars are left behind.

At that moment, I lost my life, my parents, my best friend, and my own fairy tale.

As I make my way through the pack's area. I can see the disgust on the majority's face. I've been labeled as the pack's curse. I'll be kicked here when I reach the appropriate age. I'm aware that I don't belong here or anywhere else.

My home, which was once a warm and safe haven, had been abandoned. I was confined to my old house. I was living in the small dog house Alpha had built for me. I know, it's really humiliating, isn't it?

While I'm on my way to my shelter, I see the disgusted expression on my best buddy's face, my old best friend Jennifer. Her brilliant green eyes were filled with rage. We used to play and be best friends when we were kids, and those were the finest times.

Until I confess to her that I am gay and have a huge crush on our previous alpha and current alpha, George. 

I had no idea she had feelings for George at the time. It is the beginning of her hatred for me. She called me out on the whole gang. And I discovered at that moment that George was a homophobic werewolf. And the peaceful, balanced, and welcoming community or pack in which we previously resided changed.

Walking to the ground full of ancient and dark leaves makes me feel like I've been there forever. Jennifer, my old buddy, mockingly smacked my skull, making me wince in pain.

"What a twig! What exactly is your body? "A fucking scarecrow?" She slandered with venom in her voice.

Those arms that used to protect me are now inflicting pain on me. It's ironic that the girl I used to know is the one who makes me unhappy.

"I don't want to fight," I stated flatly. She smirked before grabbing my jaw with both hands.

"Of course, you can't even put up a fight. I just want you to know that we all wish you were dead. Aren't you sick of yourself? You are the curse of this pack, which we will never forget. Many people died as a result of your actions! Nick perished as a result of your actions!" She is referring to her younger brother.

I had no idea I was crying quietly. Not because she physically harmed me. But my conscience is killing me right now.

Perhaps they were correct. I was the curse! If I hadn't been born, no one would have wept those tears that day. It is true, Maube, that I am useless.

"I am sorry," I sobbed.

"No, you are not, because if you are truly sorry. You'll either die or fucking disappear in thin air!''

She had no idea how badly I wanted it to happen. But whenever I try to commit suicide, I always survive. I know it's bad, yet my very existence feels wrong to me. I shall be pursued for the rest of my life.

I'll go one day and you won't remember my name.

Arcana pushed me to the ground and kicked me in the ribs hard. She grins before crumpling me up like a piece of paper.

I wish I weren't cursed, and I wish I hadn't been an omega...

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