The Cursed Alpha's Omega

Chapter 7

Elle’s POV

He didn’t answer right away. The silence stretched between us, heavy and sharp.

I stared at him, searching his face. For the first time, I saw something flicker in his eyes—like a crack in his perfect mask. Then he stepped forward and looked straight at me, like he wanted me to see the truth.

“No,” he said firmly. “I had nothing to do with Alpha George’s death.”

I stared at him, trying to read him. Trying to decide if I believed him. My dad had died in a car accident—or that’s what they told me. But after that, there were whispers. Quiet rumors that maybe it wasn’t just an accident. That maybe Ethan had something to do with it. That maybe he wanted my dad out of the way.

“Why would I kill the one person who had the key to breaking my curse?” he added. His tone wasn’t angry, just honest. “I needed him alive.”

I blinked slowly, trying to process his words. That… made sense. As much as I didn’t want to believe anything that came out of Ethan Quin’s mouth, something about the way he looked at me when he said it made me pause. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t smirk like he usually did. He just looked calm and serious. And his eyes—those sharp, dark eyes—held something steady and honest.

If he really needed my dad to break the curse, then why would he kill him?

My chest tightened at the thought. Maybe… just maybe… he wasn’t lying. Maybe the rumors were just that—rumors.

But even if he didn’t do it, it didn’t change the fact that my father was gone. It didn’t take away the pain. The ache that had lived in my heart since the day he died.

“My dad would’ve protected me,” I whispered, my voice soft and shaky. I wasn’t really talking to Ethan anymore—I was just thinking out loud. “If he were still here… none of this would’ve happened.”

There was a long silence. I didn’t expect him to answer, and he didn’t. But he didn’t look away either. He just stood there, still and quiet, like he was listening. Really listening. That alone made my throat burn.

I lifted my eyes and looked at him. “Now you’re all I have.”

Saying that out loud made my stomach twist. It felt heavy in my chest. Ethan Quin—the cold, cursed Alpha with white hair and tattooed arms—was the only person I had left. What a strange, cruel twist of fate.

But I wasn’t helpless. Not anymore.

I stood up straighter and looked him in the eyes. “I’ll do it,” I said, swallowing hard. “I’ll be your pretend wife. Your mate. Until we get what we both want.”

He didn’t look surprised. It was like he expected me to say yes all along. He stretched out his hand, palm open, waiting for mine.

I looked down at our hands. His fingers were long and rough, mine smaller and shaky. His grip was firm, not too tight, but enough to make it clear he was used to control.

His hand completely swallowed mine, like it was meant to hold things it could crush if it wanted to. But he didn’t crush mine. He just held it firmly and said, “To our new partnership.”

I nodded, even though my heart was still beating fast. “To our partnership.”

He didn’t let go right away. He held my hand a little longer than necessary, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Then, of course, he had to ruin the moment with his cocky attitude.

“Try really hard not to fall in love with me, little wolf,” he said with that stupid smirk.

I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to worry about that. You’re not my type.”

That was a lie. A big one. He was my type. Tall, dangerous, powerful, mysterious. And hot. Like, insanely hot. But I wasn’t going to tell him that. He was already full of himself.

He chuckled under his breath. “We’ll see,” he said, like he already knew something I didn’t.

Then he stepped back, releasing my hand. “I’ve got business to take care of,” he said. “But you’re free to leave the room now. You’re not my prisoner. You’re my wife-to-be.”

The way he said it made something flutter in my chest—but I quickly shoved the feeling away.

He turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click and leaving me standing there in the middle of this strange, luxurious bedroom with my thoughts spinning. And just like that, I was alone again.

I stood in the middle of the room, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I wrapped my arms around myself and sat down on the bed, slowly sinking into the mattress like it was swallowing me whole. The silence in the room felt louder than ever. I stared at the closed door for a long time, like he might come back in and say this was all some strange joke.

But he didn’t.

I leaned back and stared at the ceiling. My mind flashed back to everything that had happened. Getting accused. Chained. Dragged in front of the pack to be judged. Seeing John’s smirking face and Fiona’s cold eyes. Being betrayed by the people I once called family. Then the moment Ethan showed up, out of nowhere, with all that blood and fury. I should’ve been scared of him. Maybe I still was. But there was something else too.

He’d saved me.

And now he wanted to marry me.

Sort of.

I covered my face with my hands and groaned. “What is my life right now…”

My chest felt tight again. I missed my dad more than ever. He would’ve known what to do. He would’ve protected me. He would’ve fought for me. If he were still alive, I wouldn’t be here, making deals with the cursed Alpha.

But he wasn’t.

And right now… Ethan was all I had.

I took a deep breath and looked around the room. It was nicer than any room I’d ever slept in. The bed was big and soft, the sheets smelled like fresh laundry. There was a large window with white curtains that moved gently with the breeze, and the sunlight poured in, warming my face. A soft rug covered the floor, and everything looked clean and expensive. It didn’t feel like a place where a killer lived.

But maybe that was the point.

Maybe Ethan Quin was full of surprises.

I stood up, my legs a little shaky, and walked toward the window. Outside, I saw tall trees, thick with green leaves. The land stretched far, with no sign of other houses or buildings. Just forest and quiet.

I was deep in his territory now.

Far away from everything I knew.

And still… somehow… I didn’t feel like running.

Not yet.