His curse

~~~~~ After the Council meeting ~~~~~

"Trevor, what is this? Why would you agree to get married to a human, you know she won't be able to act as queen for your people. Your majesty this is too much." Alistair mumbled walking into the king's chamber, he placed the scrolls in his hands on the study table of the king.

"Trevor, this is insane. The werewolves won't accept her as their Luna, she is a human why don't you let the other alpha get married to her instead?" Lorcan inquired walking in after Alistair, he paddled his way towards the king standing by the window. 

Trevor turned his gaze towards his two beta's, his eye held a glint in them. There was a sparkle that was easily noticeable because his eyes were always dull, he moved towards his king-sized bed and said on it. His room was decorated like a burial ground.

Old Victorian mirrors on the dressing table, marble floors, and a creaky wooden coverage for ceilings. His room had three doors, one for his study, the other for his bath, and the last as his dressing room. His fingers swung and a glass of water appeared in his hands.

After taking a sip from the glass of water, he placed it down on his bedside table before speaking. "She is my mate." He dropped a bombshell.

"What? Who are you talking about? Who is your mate? Olivia? Amelia?" Alistair muttered with wide eyes, he was surprised and utterly bewildered. Lorcan too held a shocked expression, he quietly waited for the king to explain further. 

"Crystal Hale, she is my mate. I got her scent a few days ago, I also got treated by her." Trevor explained softly, a thinking expression showing on his face. "But she is getting married soon, I want her before her wedding commences. Before the blood moon appears in the sky, two days from now. You know what she means to me so bring her here." The King ordered.

"Yes your majesty, we will do as you have ordered. She will be before you in no time." Lorcan affirmed thinking of ways to carry out the king's order. "But your majesty, Alpha Olivia will be very furious."

"She has loved you for thousands of years already, she stayed by your siding hoping you would make her your Luna. She won't accept getting ditched for a human that has nothing special." Alistair remarked thinking back to Olivia's expression in the courtroom.

"And who says there is nothing special about Crystal? Crystal has everything special because I chose her, don't worry about Olivia. Only Crystal has the power to break my curse, no one else." Trevor mumbled with a darkened expression.

"Yes your majesty, we will do as you say. Crystal Hale will be yours before the night of the blood moon." Lorcan muttered stopping Alistair from saying anything more than he already said.

"You are dismissed," Trevor murmured and they immediately teleported from there leaving the king alone.

Trevor walked to the window and stood there, the wind ruffling his hair. His eyes turned eye from golden and flicked filled them, he teleported himself to a particular forest around the castle. "What are you doing here witch? Do you hunger for death?" Trevor questioned his long nails piercing into the witch's beck.

His eyes held a deep hatred, he teleported back to the palace dungeon throwing her inside the dungeon. "So surprising how you are half-witch and yet you fight against us witches, your mother would be disappointed." The witch mouthed trying to trick him.

"My mother trusted in you witches that's why she died, you all killed her. You better be lucky and tell me why you have come here else....." Trevor trailed off, and the guards around the dungeon immediately came near the king when they felt his presence.

"Hahaha, you are just like your mother. Not trusting and a betrayal, I came to tell you your end is near. You won't be able to stay alive any longer, the witches are coming for you." The witch muttered smirking happily.

"You did a wrong move witch by informing me of your plans, I would love to have more discussions with you but I have no time to spare. When you get to hell tell this to your fellow witches, Trevor Hawthorne will be your destruction." Trevor whispered before piercing his hand inside her chest and pulling her heart out.

Blood sputtered all over the dungeon, Trevor growled in anger and teleported away from the frother place he had come to the place to study his powers and find a way to defeat him, she thought he wouldn't find out about her but she lost to him. 

Trevor had read all these from her mind, so the killers of his parents were finally freed from hell. He laughed evilly because they were coming to get a more tragic hell than his mother locked them up in. Gore memories flashed in his head from years ago, the pain! All he felt was pain.

~~~~~~ Outside the king's room.

"He is growling loudly, this isn't good. He has to do something." Alistair mumbled with a worried expression on his face, his black eyes glancing at Lorcan and the door many times. 

"We shall do nothing Alistair, he has to recover from his pains sooner or later. Our job is to get the girl, he will be fine. If he ever what to die then he should have died long ago." Lorcan muttered. "He won't die, Alistair, let's go," Lorcan muttered pulling Alistair along with him.

As they left, they instructed the guards not to let anyone into the king's room no matter what. The guards simply nodded like puppets. 

Trevor screamed and thrashed, he scattered and shattered everything in his sight but the pain was unbearable. The crest mark on his right breast shone brightly in red color, he felt like thousands of needles were been pierced into him.

The pain felt so real, the hurt. His cries were enough to send chills through the hall.