Cursed Alpha's Runaway Mate

Grains of sweat popped up on my forehead and my heart shivered like a crippled petal swinging from a branch when the slightest gush of wind hit it up. An ocean of emotions aroused to the brink and blocked all the words one would say at such a moment and left me spellbound. "Hey, Slim." A bony boy who had his personality graced with the magnificent aura of richness, with his hand curled around the strap of the shoulder bag hung on one side, pulled on a smirky smile, and spoke to his friends who were standing beside him. Meanwhile, his orbs studied my figure like it had something alien about it. They overtook me while I was walking toward my campus along with my friends. Now there's something you need to know. My name's not 'Slim'. Considering that, you'd be wondering who they were referencing. Well, it was me and nobody else. It was a name they had given me, contrasting my personality. I was not a slim, tall, and handsome kind of boy, but the total opposite of it. Attempted, N

My vision began to blur out as a pool of salty water filled the dried-up, shock-streaked eye sockets. "Why would they do that to me? What did I do to deserve this?""Am I too miserable that anyone could do anything to me?""Do I even deserve to be called a man?"The pain which they had caused me yesterday was nothing compared to this one. I managed to walk with those external injuries causing me pain when I walk only. However, this time they had hit me internally and I could not find a way to even move my ass with this killing pain.Why me? Asking this question, I get out of the bus and took a route back home bearing the weight of those eyes staring, and mouths laughing all through the way. What can I do to stop them?Nothing!I was just a miserable man with no physical, mental, or emotional powers to deal with people using me, hating me, teasing me, and making fun of me.I was shattered to my core, my hopes were drowned, and my faith was lost. I didn't know how to still stay alive

Yes. Where have you been?" His question still stood there unanswered. Travis became my friend from the day first, our bond transformed from exchanging uncomfortable gazes, giving a brief introduction to sharing uncontrollable touches of laughter, notes, and sweet memories."I… I… we just met yesterday. What are you talking about? I am not getting you, man!" Muddled, I spoke."Haha…" bursting out in laughter he pushed my shoulder. "No, bruh. I'm assuming you slept for long hours and must have met me in your dreams." Nonchalantly he blabbered the astonishingly strange truth. "Yeah… umm…" my jumbled-up mind was still trying to process his sayings. Was I missing something? Or was whatever he said the truth?"Seems a sure thing." I shared his laughter and then we both began walking towards our campus side by side.Everything felt amazingly the same yet strange. As I stepped into my classroom filled with chattering heads relentlessly moving, mouths bursting in loud waves of laughter. None

My head was spinning to the echoes winding in my ears, my mind was though unable to process the words, the gossiping wisps divulging the rumors about myself."You just nailed it." Clancy punched my shoulder in appreciation. Shaking my absentee consciousness, and bringing me back to reality. Everyone walking past us had their eyes hooked on me, as their lips showed movement indicating that they were discussing me.A wave of confusion wrapped me in, as I didn't know how to perceive the unexpected attention I was getting. "Yeah, really," Travis spoke, bewildered. "I told you. You appear different. And now we all have seen the proof." he continued.Athen's gaze averted toward him as he spoke. Amidst the chirps, wisps, and harsh laughs, some distant voices whirled over his head and got rapidly processed by his brain as if it were these echoes it had been busier in deciphering than the words his friends were uttering."Oh come on. Don't blabber about anything." I tried to dismiss the conve

The next day, I was sitting on the couch waiting outside the psychiatrist's room, I booked an appointment. A few more people were accompanying me in the waiting area, their faces appeared normal, and their demeanor was fine. No one could guess if any of them were experiencing any mental abnormalities."Mr. Athen?" A girl called my name, responding, I shot up from my position and walked into the room, as all the eyes followed me until I disappeared behind the glass doors.A middle-aged man with grayish hair and thin-framed specs clumsily sitting on the bridge of his nose looked in my way as I walked in nervously. The aura inside the room was quite depressing and gloomy. I wonder how anyone walking in with tension and depression could find a cure here. An air of uneasiness, uncertainty, confusion, and unrealistic apprehension engulfed me as I dragged my feet against the wooden floor. The room was sparsely furnished with a dark wooden desk and a black leather chair behind it on which th