54 Book(s) Related to The Cursed

Vera's life unfolded like a nightmare. She was dragged into the clutches of a ruthless Alpha, who forcefully mated with her, tormented her, and left her pregnant. Out of anger, Vera had a one-night stand with the king of all Alpha, Lycan King Leo. He craves her touch to shatter his lustful curse.

Vera's desperate bid for freedom lands her in a slave establishment, where she must confront her darkest fears.
Which of her Alphas will buy her first? They both need her and she hates the both of them?


Before I could react or reply, Anna struck me with the iron rod, Jerome used to discipline me, and I lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, my eyes took time to adjust to the darkness that surrounded me. The side of my head hurt and throbbed in pain. Moving my body, I heard the sound of chain clinks, and it didn't take me much time to realize where I was. Scrambling over the floor, my hand touched the iron bars, and my heart sunk in realization. I noticed the inscription boldly written on the walls, and I could hear the wails of women and children.

“I am back to the slave establishment!” I gasped, my eyes wide with horror as I clutched my belly in a futile attempt to shield my unborn children from the darkness that surrounded me.

My name is Alessia Vitale, and I'm the unloved twin.

From the moment I was born, I was the "curse" while my sister Chiara was the "treasure." My parents' love, the family's pride—it all belonged to her. Until two years ago, when Rocco Benedetti, the most powerful man in Valentia, chose me. That was the only light in my life.

Then my sister came back from Europe.

She claimed I hired thugs to rape her, destroying her dream of motherhood. Rocco forced me to test deadly drugs in her place. I was sent to a mob boss's basement, taking her beatings, her burns, her broken ribs. My family shipped me off to an unmarked clinic, then left for a beach vacation.

No one knew I'd been poisoned—that I only had a month to live.

And no one knew that by the time they discovered the truth...

It would all be too late.

To marry Damian Thorne, I almost died thirteen times.

Over three years, I planned twelve weddings. Each one left me bleeding.

The first time: a runaway truck crashed into the bridal boutique, crushing my right leg.

The second time: the church ceiling collapsed during rehearsal, leaving me broken and bloodied.

The third time: poisoned champagne at the reception nearly killed me as I foamed at the mouth.

...

Manhattan's elite whispered that I was cursed.

But I still loved him desperately.

Until the thirteenth time. That bloody rainy night, three thugs cornered me in an alley and stabbed me seven times—two to the chest, three to the abdomen, two to the back. I lay dying in my own blood, yet somehow survived.

After I healed, I accidentally overheard Damian talking to his assistant.

"Mr. Thorne, she almost really died this time... Maybe we should stop? If your grandfather finds out..."

"We can't stop," Damian said wearily. "Her father saved my life. Grandfather is hell-bent on me marrying her. But DAMN IT, I love Selena, not her."

"As long as she won't give up, these accidents have to continue until she gets the message and leaves on her own."

I trembled as I touched the bandages covering my wounds, tears falling silently.

All these years, the man I desperately loved had been meticulously planning my death.

But he didn't know that this time, he really wouldn't have to marry me anymore.