The Cursed Alpha's Omega

Chapter 6

Elle’s POV

I felt the air leave my lungs.

My thoughts spun like a broken carousel, moving too fast, making me dizzy. I didn’t know if it was the headache or the fact that everything felt like a nightmare I hadn’t woken up from. The strange room, the soft bed, the heavy silence in the air—and him. Ethan Quin.

I stared at him. At the sharp lines of his face, the unreadable expression in his eyes, and the way he carried himself like he owned everything in sight. He wasn’t just some rogue. He was dangerous, powerful, and terrifying in a quiet way. And he was staring right at me.

“What curse?” I asked, my voice sounding small and unsure even to my own ears. “What does that have to do with me?”

He didn’t blink. Didn’t shift. Just stood there like a statue with eyes that burned.

“You’ll find out soon,” he said, his voice smooth but distant.

I shook my head quickly, my chest tightening. “No. I don’t want to find out. I’m not staying here. I’m leaving.”

A bitter laugh escaped his lips. It wasn’t funny, not even a little. It sounded dark and mocking.

“You think you have somewhere to go?” he asked, tilting his head at me. “Your own pack tried to kill you. The moment you step out of this territory, they’ll finish the job.”

I swallowed hard. I wanted to argue, but I couldn’t. He was right. They wanted me dead. They almost killed me.

But I lifted my chin anyway, even though my hands trembled slightly. “I’m not going back there. I don’t care what they do. I’ll find a life somewhere else. I’ll figure it out.”

He took a slow step toward me, his boots making almost no sound on the wooden floor. “No, you won’t,” he said firmly. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

My breath caught in my throat.

“I don’t belong here,” I whispered.

“You do now,” he replied, like it was already decided. “I need you. And whether you see it or not, you need me too.”

I crossed my arms tightly, like I could shield myself from him and everything he was saying. “I don’t need anything from you,” I said, forcing my voice to sound strong.

He stopped in front of me. Close enough that I had to tilt my head back to look at him. Close enough that I could smell the faint scent of pine and something darker—something like smoke and leather.

“Don’t lie to yourself,” he said quietly. “You want revenge.”

I blinked.

“What?”

“You want revenge,” he repeated, softer now. “For what they did to you. For how they humiliated you, betrayed you, and tried to end your life. You want to make them pay.”

I didn’t answer.

Because deep down… I did.

He reached out slowly and lifted my chin with his fingers, forcing me to meet his eyes. I froze, heart pounding, barely breathing.

“You want to make John bleed,” he said, voice like a whisper against my skin. “You want Fiona to beg. You want every last one of them to regret ever crossing you.”

Images flashed in my mind—Fiona’s cold sneer, John giving the order to execute me, my so-called friends watching in silence. The guards dragging me away like I was trash. My knees hitting the hard ground.

The pain. The betrayal. The rage.

I clenched my fists at my sides.

“Yes,” I said in a low voice. “I want them to suffer. I want to take back what’s mine.”

He let go of my chin and stepped back. His expression didn’t change much, but I saw the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

“Good,” he said. “Then we help each other.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Help each other how?”

“I help you take back your pack, your name, your place. And in return, you help me break the curse tied to my bloodline.”

I stared at him. “And how exactly do we do that?”

He took a deep breath, like he was preparing himself to say something big. Then, as casually as if he were commenting on the weather, he said, “You marry me.”

The silence that followed was so thick, I could hear my own heartbeat.

I blinked at him. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry… what did you just say?”

“You heard me,” he said. “You’re going to marry me.”

I laughed—not because it was funny, but because it was ridiculous. “Are you insane? I’m not marrying you. I don’t even know you.”

“It’s not a real marriage,” he said, rolling his eyes like I was being dramatic. “It’s a contract. A deal. We say the vows, play the part, get what we both want. And then, when it’s over, we walk away. Simple.”

“Simple?” I repeated, stepping back. “You just killed like… five men in under two minutes and now you want to marry me and act like it’s a simple thing?”

He gave me a half-smile. “I’ve done worse things for far less.”

“I’m not marrying you,” I snapped. “I don’t even like you.”

“I don’t need you to like me,” he said calmly. “I need you to play your part. And I’ll play mine.”

I stared at him, speechless for a moment. My entire life had just fallen apart, and now the infamous cursed Alpha who everyone feared wanted to fake marry me for some curse-breaking deal.

And the worst part?

Some part of me was actually considering it.

Because I had nothing. No one. No safe place to run. No plan.

But I had rage.

I had a burning need to make everyone pay.

And he was offering me the chance to do it.

“What happens if I say no?” I asked softly.

He looked me dead in the eyes. His voice was cold but calm, like he had already decided everything for me.

“Then you leave here with nothing. No protection. No pack. No justice. And you’ll spend the rest of your life hiding or dying.”

His words hit me hard. I swallowed, my throat dry like sandpaper. My heart was beating too fast and my palms were sweaty. I had no idea what was waiting for me out there. If I walked away from him, I’d be alone. No one would help me. No one would believe me. My own pack wanted me gone—they almost killed me.

I hated the idea of needing him. Of depending on someone like Ethan Quin. But maybe this wasn’t about pride anymore. Maybe I had to be smart. Maybe I had to survive.

I took a shaky breath and looked at him. “Okay… I’ll consider your offer. But before I say yes, I need to ask you something.”

His face didn’t change, but I could feel the tension in the room.

“I want you to be honest with me,” I said. My voice was stronger now, even if I was still scared deep down.

He nodded once. “Go ahead.”

I hesitated. My heart clenched just thinking about it. “Did you have anything to do with my father’s death?”