Cursed of Moon
Supernatural Curse
Book Three
KRISTA STREET
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First published: June 3, 2022
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PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVELS
Supernatural Curse
Wolf of Fire
Bound of Blood
Cursed of Moon
Forged of Bone
Supernatural Institute
Fated by Starlight
Born by Moonlight
Hunted by Firelight
Kissed by Shadowlight
Supernatural Community
Magic in Light
Power in Darkness
Dragons in Fire
Angel in Embers
Supernatural Standalone Novels
Beast of Shadows
YA NOVELS
The Lost Children Series
Awakened
Forgotten
Remembered
Reborn
Retribution
Creation
Illumination
The Makanza Series
The Second Wave
Compound 26
Reservation 1
Section 12
Division 5
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Forged of Bone
Krista Street’s Supernatural World
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Preface
Cursed of Moon is a paranormal shifter romance and is the third book in the four-book Supernatural Curse series. The recommended reading age is 18+.
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To note, this book ends on a cliffhanger.
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Chapter 1
I stared at the hunter, blinking, unable to believe what I was hearing. Kaillen thought he’d potentially turned me into a werewolf and that I’d be the first female supernatural to ever shift into a wolf.
The devastated expression on Kaillen’s face grew. Behind him, the pearly moon shone brightly through the bedroom window in his Montana home. It was only one day away from the midpoint of the lunar cycle.
My heart pounded more. “Do you really think I’m going to shift tomorrow night?”
He stared back at me, so many emotions reeling through those fiery amber eyes that I couldn’t decipher them. “I don’t know, but it’s possible.”
“But how? How did this happen?”
“It must be because of my blood. When you drank from me on that night you nearly died, and I spelled it so I could always track you—” His throat bobbed in a swallow. “That spell must have also activated the wolf traits in my blood, and since you consumed so much of it, it changed you. It’s the only explanation I can come up with, because when human men are made into wolves, the process is similar.”
I scoffed. “So you knew this was a possibility when you did it?”
“No.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. “I never thought making you a werewolf was a possibility. No woman has ever been made into a wolf.”
“Right.” So it was only me. I inhaled sharply. Disbelief, anger, and the feeling of betrayal hit me all at once, because I knew, knew to the depths of my core that I would shift, and I’d never freakin’ agreed to this.
The scent of ash, or fiery timber, filled my nose. But nothing was burning. I sniffed, then sniffed again. “What’s that smell?”
“What smell?”
I wiped at my tear-filled eyes. “It smells kind of like ash, but nothing’s burning.”
“Emotions, they . . . have their own scents.”
My lips parted. “Wait, I’m smelling an emotion? Your emotion?” ’Cause I sure as shit didn’t think I could smell my own. Or at least, I hoped I couldn’t.
He gave a small, nearly imperceptible nod. “Most likely.”
“What emotion smells like ash?”
His eyes burned. “Guilt.”
So Kaillen was feeling guilty. My teeth snapped together. He damn well should feel guilty for turning me into something I never consented to. Not to mention, he’d also bound me to him with his blood, so now the dude could find me anywhere I roamed. Talk about an astronomical breach of privacy.
My nostrils flared. Even though his blood had saved me when I’d nearly died during Jakub’s first abduction attempt on me, the hunter hadn’t needed to spell his blood when he’d given it to me. Nope, that was his newly born mate bond driving him to do that. Because with a blood bond, he could always sense me—something every mated werewolf male would crave. So, because of his choice, I was now bound to him and would most likely turn all furry tomorrow night.
I scrubbed a hand down my face. Ugh. It was beyond infuriating since Kaillen hadn’t needed to spell his blood to save me. His blood alone would have healed me after that three-story fall, but since he’d spelled it, I was now this female werewolf-witch-otherworldly power-hybrid. Whatever that even was . . .
The hunter took a step closer to me. “It’s possible that I’m wrong and you won’t shift tomorrow night.” His gaze turned pleading, as though wishing he’d never been more wrong in his life.
I crossed my arms, those damned tears still clouding my vision. “Can female werewolves normally scent emotions?”
“No.”
I gave a slow, resigned nod. “Then that confirms that I’m not a normal female werewolf, because I think I can scent your guilt.” I scoffed. “Your brother was right. I am an abomination.”
A low growl tore from his throat. “What the fuck did my brother say to you?”
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” I gave my back to the hunter, then crawled across the bed, intent on fleeing him. But I knew that was pointless. Where would I go? Out in the field to admire the moon? I blanched. I’d probably start howling at it, or dancing naked, or doing something else that would be equally mortifying and completely foreign. Something that was no longer me.
