Alpha's Chosen Curse

Turns out being a lab-grown werewolf isn’t the worst part—being rejected by your fated mate right after your first kiss is.
Now? My wolf is dying… and the only way to survive is to sleep with him. Again.

I was Experiment 23—engineered to shift, tortured to prove it.
I escaped the lab expecting freedom.
Instead, I got Erik: a royal Alpha who called me his mate, brought me to a palace, and fed me oatmeal like like I was his to claim.
Then he kissed me—and held someone else’s hand the next day.
His line? “You’re not fit to be my mate.”
So I erased my scent, drugged my wolf, and vanished.

By day, I brewed coffee. By night, I jumped out of planes—anything to outrun the countdown to death.
Until he showed up.
Stripped of his title, standing at my door, asking for a second chance.
He jumped with me from ten thousand feet, my heart crashed right back to that kiss.

Maybe some bonds never sever—like the one with my wolf inside.
Because when tthey came for me and Erik bleeding over the café floor—
She woke up.
But time is running out.
And now, there’s only one way to save us all...