Chosen as the Cursed Alpha's Seventh Bride

Sebastian’s POV

"So, are you getting in this bed or not?" There was a thread of frustration in Emilia’s voice.

I couldn’t help smiling as I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers. "Not tonight, love. This bed’s too small for both of us. You need to rest properly."

She didn’t argue, which told me she was more worn out than she’d ever admit. "Goodnight, then."

"Goodnight."

Even with a werewolf’s healing, the doctor wanted her to stay three days. The claustrophobia had done more damage than the whip ever had. So I did what she’d done for me when I was the one in the hospital. I showed up every single day.

I’d just finished lunch with her when Fynn’s voice cut through my head.

"Alpha. I’ve been watching Henry, like you asked. He’s liquidating company assets. Booking flights for Linda and Dorothy. They’re running."

"When?"

"Soon. He’s sending the women ahead. Staying behind himself."

I let out a cold laugh. So the bastard couldn’t stomach leaving his precious pack and his Alpha title behind. Fine. If he wanted to stay, I’d make sure he never left it again.

"Do it," I told Fynn.

"Understood, Alpha."

Three days crawled by. The morning Emilia was finally discharged, I drove her back to the pack house myself. Bright sun, clear sky. A good day for what was coming.

I’d barely pulled into the driveway when Fynn’s mind-link hit me again.

"Alpha, we’re moving now. The Enforcement Unit just reached the Frostridge pack house."

Perfect timing.

Emilia was already unbuckling her seatbelt. "I need to handle something," I said. "I’ll be back soon."

She raised a brow. "Handle what?"

"Pack business." I kissed her forehead before she could dig. "Rest. I mean it."

"Sebastian—"

I was already out of the car.

I made Frostridge territory in twenty minutes.

Fynn waited by the entrance, arms crossed. "They’re inside. Henry just opened the door."

"Good." I stepped past him, Ryder prowling restless.

"Finally," my wolf growled. "Make him pay."

"Patience," I told him. "Let’s enjoy this."

Through the cracked door, Henry’s voice came high and panicked.

"Who are you looking for?"

The lead officer, a stone-faced man built like a tank, didn’t bother with pleasantries. "Are you Alpha Henry Taylor?"

"Y-yes."

"We have evidence linking you to commercial fraud, breach of fiduciary duty, illegal transfer of pack assets, and the murder of Tanya Lorris fifteen years ago. You’re coming with us."

Henry’s face drained white. "You’ve got the wrong man. I didn’t commit fraud. I didn’t move anything. And I never killed anyone. This is a mistake—"

"Save it for the Council." The officer took his arm. "Let’s go."

"Wait—wait! I have rights! You can’t just—"

They were already dragging him out. Henry twisted around, eyes wild, hunting for a way out that didn’t exist. Then his gaze found me in the shadows, and he went still.

"You," he breathed. "You did this."

I stepped into the light, hands in my pockets. "Did what? I’m only here to watch. The Enforcement Unit works on its own, as you know."

His face twisted. "You bastard. You’re doing this over that—that worthless girl—"

I was across the room before he finished, my hand at his throat. Ryder surged up, and I felt my eyes go full wolf.

"Say one more word about my mate," I said softly, "and I’ll tear your tongue out before they get you anywhere near the Council."

Henry choked, clawing at my hand.

The lead officer cleared his throat. "Alpha Sebastian. We’ll take it from here."

I let go with a shove. He stumbled, gasping, and the officers hauled him toward the door.

"This isn’t over!" Henry spat. "I’ll—"

"You’ll what?" I smiled. "You’re finished, Henry. Your pack, your title, your freedom. All of it. Gone."

They dragged him out. The door slammed.

From upstairs came frantic footsteps. Dorothy’s shrill voice carried down the hall. "Linda! We have to go, now!"

"But what about Dad?" Linda’s voice wavered, small and scared.

"Forget him! If we don’t run, we’re dead. Sebastian will kill us all!"

I nodded to Fynn, already moving for the stairs with two of my men.

Dorothy and Linda made it as far as the front gate. Then Fynn’s team cut them off. Three wolves, shifted and snarling, filled the driveway.

Linda screamed. Dorothy tried to backpedal, but there was nowhere left to go.

"Going somewhere?" Fynn drawled, arms crossed. "Alpha Sebastian figured you’d try something like this. We’re here to make sure you don’t."

"You can’t do this!" Dorothy shrieked. "We haven’t done anything wrong!"

"Tell it to the Council." Fynn jerked his head at the house. "Inside. Now."

Linda was sobbing openly. "Mom, what do we do? We can’t run!"

"Shut up!" Dorothy’s voice cracked. "Just shut up and let me think!"

But there was nothing left to think about. They were trapped.

I watched from the doorway as Fynn walked them back inside, faces pale and streaked with tears. Dorothy shot me a venomous look as she passed. She didn’t say a word. She knew better.

Once they were in, Fynn posted two guards at the door and two more at the back. No one was leaving.

He came over, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Secure. What’s next?"

"Let them stew," I said. "The Council handles Henry’s trial. Once he’s convicted, the pack assets get seized. Dorothy and Linda won’t have a dime to their names."

"And if they run again?"

"They won’t." I turned for the car. "Not with wolves at every exit. And where would they go? No pack will touch them after this."

Fynn grinned. "You’re ruthless, you know that?"

"Only with people who hurt what’s mine."

By the time I got back to the pack house, it was all over Silverlake City. Alpha Henry Taylor, arrested for fraud and murder. Frostridge in chaos.

It wasn’t just pack gossip either. The human media had it too. Henry’s face was on every news site, every tabloid. The story had everything: money, power, betrayal, and a murder fifteen years buried finally clawing its way back into the light.