Fated to The Cursed Alpha

Melina’s POV

“I… I caught Freya and Kael together—in bed,” I choked, the words tearing from my throat like glass, thick with disbelief and pain.

I hadn’t even reached the edge of Havencrest Estate before the tears started falling.

“I saw them with my own eyes, Mum… I saw them,” I wept, my voice trembling under the weight of what I could never unsee.

“And Kael—he had the gall to suggest we open our marriage, as if that would make it right!” My chest shuddered with every breath, fury and heartbreak tangled together.

“How could they do this?”

How could Freya, my own younger sister, stab me in the back like this?”

My entire body trembled as the tears poured out, hot and relentless.

The image haunted me—Kael’s body moving over hers with that same desperate hunger I once thought was reserved for me.

He grunted her name like it meant salvation, like he didn’t remember I even existed anymore.

Lately, he barely touched me. When he did, it felt like a chore—brief, half-hearted, cold.

But with Freya, it was raw, ravenous, intense!

That memory alone felt like a knife twisting through my chest.

My mother looked startled as she opened the door to find me in that broken state.

She led me inside without saying a word and sat close beside me on the edge of the couch, her palm softly brushing my back.

“Oh sweetheart…” her voice was soft, too gentle, and somehow it made my anger rise even more.

“Are you going to call her here right now?”

I snapped, eyes puffy and bloodshot as I faced her.

“You’re going to bring her here and demand she explains this, aren’t you? She needs to answer for this betrayal.”

My mother hesitated.

Her features shifted—an almost imperceptible flinch—and then she said nothing.

I turned to my father who stood nearby, silent as ever.

“You’re both going to hold her accountable, right?” I asked again, voice hollow, eyes wild with pain.

“Tell her this is wrong? That she’s hurt me?”

The reason I came to my parents—broken and humiliated—was because I believed they'd defend me. That they’d call Freya out for betraying her own sister. That they’d stand up for me.

But that wasn’t what happened.

Instead, my mother gently took my hand in hers, her expression calm—too calm.

“Melina… we always knew something like this might happen one day,” she said carefully.

I blinked, stunned into silence.

“In your condition, sweetheart, it was only a matter of time.”

Her words felt like ice water dumped over my head.

My entire body froze.

“What condition?” I asked, voice a whisper, already knowing where this was going.

“You’ve been mated to Kael for over four years and still… no heir.” She gave my hand a squeeze.

“You know how important lineage is in Crescent Hollow. Freya getting close to him… well, maybe that’s nature correcting itself.”

I ripped my hand away from hers like her touch had burned me.

My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest.

“What the hell are you saying?” I snapped, voice rising despite myself.

“I’m saying that perhaps this was meant to happen,” she replied, tone annoyingly serene.

“Kael is Alpha, Melina. His legacy matters. If Freya can give him a child… then—”

I cut her off with a harsh laugh, bitter and cracked.

“Are you hearing yourself right now?”

I turned to my father, hoping for reason.

“Dad?”

He didn’t meet my gaze. His eyes shifted away like he couldn’t bear to look at me.

My world tilted in that moment.

“Better your sister than a stranger,” my mother said, looking me dead in the eyes.

“Wouldn’t you rather it be someone you know? Someone from your own bloodline?”

My stomach twisted, nausea creeping in. I felt like I might throw up right there on their expensive marble floors.

They weren’t going to help me. They weren’t going to scold Freya or condemn Kael. No. They approved of it. They had probably known long before I ever suspected. The realization cracked something open inside me. Something dark.

I had just watched the only people I had left turn their backs on me.

Kael—my mate since we were teenagers. Freya—my baby sister, the one I bathed, fed, protected. And now… my parents. The ones who were supposed to defend me when the world didn’t.

How could they all do this?

“You’re seriously justifying this?” I asked, blinking through tears.

“You’re defending her? She slept with my mate behind my back! That’s not betrayal to you?”

My mother didn’t answer. My father stayed quiet, as though silence would protect him from the truth.

My soul felt shredded, like someone had scooped out the core of me and left me empty. My heart—already fragile—was now dust. My entire chest ached with every breath I took.

I looked at them both, still searching for a flicker of remorse. But there was nothing. Just blank stares and lifeless justifications.

I was truly alone.

When I walked out of their house, I felt worse than when I arrived.

I had come hoping for understanding, for support.

Instead, I had been told—subtly and not so subtly—that my value was tied to my fertility, to my ability to give a man a child.

By the time the car pulled back into Havencrest Estate, my entire body was numb. I stared out the window, the roads blurring past me like a film I wasn’t part of anymore.

I thought I had reached the bottom—that it couldn’t get worse.

But I was wrong.

Exactly one week later, I was sitting on the garden terrace when Freya walked in, her eyes bright with delight, her hand resting on her lower belly.

“I’m pregnant,” she said, like it was the greatest news in the world.