Craving His Cursed Mate

Craving His Cursed Mate

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Introduction

Warning: R18+
"I, Dante Valerius, recognize no bond with a gutter-witch. You are nothing but a night’s mistake."

I knew the scent of a Valerius before I saw him: gunpowder, expensive bourbon, and the blood of my ancestors. I went into The Obsidian to steal back my family’s heart, but the moment Dante Valerius pinned me to black marble, I lost my soul.

He was a surgical predator. I was a "crazy-ass" witch from the slums. Yet, in the dark, our feud didn't matter. He touched me like a man starving, marking my skin and claiming my soul in a night of raw, forbidden surrender.

But when the sun rose, the Alpha chose his throne. To save his Syndicate, he used the Ritual of Rejection to tear our bond apart, leaving me to wither in the gutter while he prepares to marry his "pure" princess.

He’s wrong.

He didn't destroy the bond; he poisoned it. Now, I am a ghost in his veins, a fever he can’t sweat out. Through our fractured link, I feel it all: the way his skin itches for my touch, the way his wolf howls for the mate he discarded, and the filthy, forbidden fantasies he has about dragging me back to his bed.

Dante Valerius wanted a mistake. Now, he’s a slave to a craving he can’t satisfy. He wants to hate me, but every time he closes his eyes, he’s begging for a taste of the witch he cursed.

I’m in his head, I’m in his blood, and I’m the only cure he’ll never be allowed to have.

Chapter 1

Marisol’s POV

The rain in Iron Port didn't just fall; it punished. It was a cold, relentless assault that turned the neon lights of the High District into blurred smears of electric blue and poison pink against the asphalt.

I stood in the shadows of an alleyway across from The Obsidian, my boots soaking through and my heart hammering a rhythm against my ribs that felt like a war drum. Puta lluvia, I hissed under my breath, wiping a wet strand of hair from my eyes. My curls were a lost cause, a wild, frizzing halo that matched the storm brewing in my gut.

I wasn’t here for the thumping bass vibrating through the pavement. I wasn’t here for the overpriced vodka or the sight of the city’s elite pretend-playing at being predators.

I was here because Dante Valerius’s dogs had broken into my botanica at dawn, shattered my windows, and walked away with the only thing that kept the Vega bloodline from flickering out like a spent candle: El Corazón de la Vena. The Heart of the Vein.

"You’re going to get yourself killed, Marisol," I whispered to myself, the scent of wet sage and ozone clinging to my skin. "But if you don't go in there, Sofia doesn't have a future. And that is not an option."

My little sister’s face flashed in my mind—pale, sleeping, oblivious to the fact that the Syndicate was closing its iron fist around our throats. That memory was the gasoline. My rage was the match.

I stepped out of the shadows, my leather jacket creaking. I didn't look like a thief. I looked like a woman on a mission to ruin someone’s night.

Two bouncers stood at the front door—members of the Valerius Pack. I could tell by the way they stood; too still, too alert, their nostrils flaring as they scented the air. They were looking for trouble. They were looking for me.

"Time for a little distraction," I muttered.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small, jagged piece of copper wire wrapped in dried hibiscus. I closed my eyes, reaching down into that hum of energy beneath the city—the Vein. It felt like a live wire touching my soul. I didn't need a grand ritual. I was a Vega. I was the "crazy ass" witch the neighborhood kids were told to avoid.

I whispered a single word in Spanish, a jagged syllable that tasted like copper and smoke. ¡Rómpelo!

I flicked my fingers. A tiny, invisible pulse of static electricity shot across the street, precise as a sniper’s bullet. It hit the bouncers' ear-pieces.

A sharp, high-pitched squeal erupted from their radios. Both men winced, clutching their ears as the feedback screeched through their skulls. One of them dropped his flashlight, cursing in a guttural growl that was halfway to a howl.

"Move, perra," I told myself, darting across the street while they were disoriented.

I didn't head for the front door. I knew the layout of this place better than the wolves realized—my grandmother had helped build the foundations of this city back when the Valerius family were still licking their paws in Europe. I slipped through the service entrance, my magic hummed in my fingertips as I "convinced" the electronic lock to forget it was closed.

Inside, the atmosphere shifted. The air was thick with the scent of expensive tobacco, sweat, and the musk of over-privileged shifters. The bass from the dance floor felt like a physical weight, thudding against my chest, vibrating the very marrow of my bones.

I moved through the back hallways, my eyes darting. Every time a suit-clad guard walked past, I pressed myself into the shadows, holding my breath until my lungs burned. My magic was itching to lash out, to set the velvet curtains on fire and watch this den of wolves burn, but I had to be smart. For Sofia. For the Low Quarter.

I reached the service elevator that led to the VVIP lounge—the "Obsidian Suite." That’s where the high-stakes deals happened. That’s where the Alpha King kept his trophies.

I hit the button, my hand trembling slightly. Get the stone. Get out. Don't look back.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss. The lounge was a different world. It was quiet. Deadly quiet. The floor was black marble, the furniture was dark leather, and the walls were lined with glass cases containing artifacts that belonged to my people—stolen history, displayed like hunting trophies.

My eyes swept the room, searching for the velvet-lined box. But the cases were empty.

A cold shiver crawled down my spine. It wasn't the air conditioning. It was a sensation I had never felt before—a pull, a magnetic tug in the center of my chest that felt like a hook being ripped through my heart.

And then, the smell hit me.

It wasn't the scent of a wolf. It was... everything. It was the smell of the forest after a fire, of dark chocolate and expensive bourbon, of old leather and a coming storm. It was intoxicating. It was primal. It was a scent that made my inner magic go completely still, as if it were bowing to a master.

My knees buckled. I had to grab the edge of a marble table to keep from collapsing. My skin felt like it was on fire, a sudden, frantic heat blooming in the pit of my stomach, radiating outward until my breath hitched in my throat.

No. Not now. Not here.

I turned slowly, my heart stopping in my chest.

At the far end of the lounge, sitting in a high-backed chair that looked like a throne, was a man. He wasn't wearing a coat. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle and etched with dark, intricate tattoos.

He was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, watching me with eyes that weren't human. They were a piercing, molten gold, glowing in the dim light of the lounge.

Between his large, scarred fingers, he was casually tossing a small, glowing red stone.

El Corazón.

My breath caught. I tried to speak, to demand he give it back, to curse him into the ground, but my voice was gone. My body felt like it didn't belong to me anymore. Every cell in my being was screaming a single, terrifying truth that I had spent my life denying.

The man stood up. He was tall—impossibly tall—with the kind of presence that sucked the oxygen out of the room. He moved with a predatory grace that made my skin prickle, his gaze locked onto mine with a terrifying intensity.

He didn't look like a businessman. He looked like a god of war who had traded his sword for a billion-dollar empire. He looked like the man who was going to destroy everything I loved.

He stopped a few feet from me, the scent of him now an overwhelming wave that made my head spin. He tilted his head, a slow, cruel smirk spreading across his face—a face that was beautiful in the way a landslide is beautiful.

"You're a long way from the gutter, little witch," he said. His voice was a low, vibrating baritone that rumbled through the floorboards and straight up my legs.

He stepped closer, invading my personal space until I was forced to look up at him. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath hot against my damp skin.

"I’ve been waiting for you to come for your toy," he whispered, his hand coming up to lazily trail a finger down the side of my neck, right over my thundering pulse. "But I didn't realize you’d smell like mine."

My blood turned to molten lead. I looked at the stone in his hand, then back to his predatory golden eyes. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run.

But as his hand tightened on the back of my neck, pulling me inches from his chest, I realized the trap hadn't been the club.

The trap was him.

"Dante Valerius," I breathed, the name tasting like a vow and a curse.

"That's right, Marisol," he growled, his grip firming as his wolf pushed to the surface, his scent turning dark and possessive. "And you just walked right into my cage. Now... let’s see just how 'crazy' you really are."

He flicked his wrist, and with a sickening click, the heavy steel doors of the lounge locked behind me. I was trapped at the top of the world with a monster who knew exactly who I was—and worse, he knew I was the one thing he was never supposed to have.

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