Fated to the cursed Alpha:Mated to the curse caster

“Great news!! The Red Moon pack is under attack!!” A short-legged man runs through the pack shouting at the top of his voice.

Less than a day had passed since the attack on the Red Moon pack, news of the witch hunt led by Alpha Donovan had spread through the werewolf pack, as if it sprouted wings.

“The Red Moon pack? Who could have thought?

“Who could have thought? The Red Moon pack has never been one of us! The Alpha had allowed them to live for so long! If I were him I would have killed them all years ago. Every single one of them.”

“Hybrids my foot! To hell with them! A man spat bitterly.

I walked through the pack still in disbelief at the sight I had seen. Different body parts laid on the floor, heads without bodies, and bodies missing different parts. It was a horrible scene I had seen. I felt sick to my stomach as bile ran up my mouth leaving a bitter taste making me want to puke.

The Bloodmoon pack was behind this!! They had stormed my mother’s pack, attacked the members and killed them in the most gruesome way ever.

What was their crime? What have we done to deserve this inhumane act? Even the beasts and monsters that lurked around in the shadows wouldn’t do this.

They killed children too!! Innocent childrens!

The Blood Moon pack are monsters, everyone of them!

……….

Two weeks Ago

“Amelia!” A voice thundered beside my ears. I groaned at the loud, fierce shriek.

“Stop pretending! I know you are not sleeping. My head swirled and my ears buzzed with the echoes of the noise.

“Don't you think it's too early for this?” I finally responded.

“Who do you think you are talking to? Whose house are you living in? Whose clothes are you wearing? Everything you own is mine, and you dare raise your voice at me? “Anyways, how dare you tell Father and Mother! Do you really think anybody in this house will listen to you?” Freya screamed at the top of her voice as I winced at the pain my eardrums have to endure.

“At this point, I could end up deaf before I meet my Mate.” I murmured to myself.

“You actually thought I was scared of you!” Freya huffed while breathing heavily.

“Freya, I honestly do not know what you are talking about.” It's always one issue or the other with Freya and I don't know what I have done this time to her.

“Really, you two-faced bitch. You dare to tell on me and you are feigning ignorance.” She yelled.

“Lady Freya.” Everything has been smashed.” Mae, Freya’s maid said as she walked in.

My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to think of what they could have possibly done. From the look of things it doesn't seem good.

“How did you finish it so quickly?” Freya asked.

“There’s nothing much inside that shack anyway.” Mae replied and they both laughed out loud.

“Now that everything has been destroyed let’s see how you can go around snitching on me.” Freya said, her tone mocking me.

“What did you do? I jumped out of my bed as panic set in.”

“Your little garden is gone.” It was an eye sore anyways.

“Freya! You are joking right?” I asked in shock.

“Well if you think I am, go find out.” She said before laughing out loudly like an evil witch. I ran out of the door, and made my way towards the garden my mother had left behind.

“No, No, No.” I said as I walked towards the mess they had made.

The garden was completely ruined.  I picked up the flowers that laid dead on the floor as tears streamed down my eyes.

My mother had spent her whole youth growing these flowers after her tragic death, I made sure to keep every single one of them alive.

Freya had destroyed the only thing my mother had left behind for me. I fell to the ground helplessly as tears welled up my eyes,

After my mother’s death, my father had remarried too quickly almost like he never actually loved my mother. His new wife had brought Freya from her previous marriage with her. They both came here and replaced my mothers whole existence. I know how hard I had fought to keep this garden.

Everything is gone now. All my efforts had gone down the drain. Anger coursed through my blood as I stomped into the house.

“Freya! You evil witch! I barked as I searched the house for her. I heard her chuckle loudly, she seemed to be enjoying her little game, I felt sick to my stomach. I don't care about what is going to happen, when I see her I am going to hit her.

As I barged into the room, a slap landed on my face, and I held my face in shock.

“Do you want to pull down the roofs? Why are you shouting? Maltida Freya’s mother barked at me. Her eyes glaring fiercely at me. Freya appeared behind her, a evil grin planted on her face.

“The gar…den it's gone.” I managed to say.

“And so what? Matilda asked. I stared in shock for a while, she knows how much the garden meant to me. I reminded myself that Matilda was just as evil as Freya if not worse. It was pointless talking to them, I turned my back and walked to my room, and finally broke down when I had shut the door behind me.

I hate this house! I hate everyone! I just want to die and meet my mother, I don't know how long I can endure this pain they put me through.

I have become a shadow of myself since the two of them had walked into my life, I miss my mother, I miss how my life used to be.

I remembered the day my mother had built the garden, I was just five years old. She held my hands as she walked me into the garden and taught me the names of each of the flowers while we laughed happily. The memories were still fresh in my head like it was yesterday.

Why does life have to be so cruel to me? At just eleven years of age, I had lost her to the cruel hands of death, she had fallen sick out of nowhere and died mysteriously. While I was still trying to make sense of what was happening, my father brought home Matilda and Freya.

Oh, I cursed the day, they walked into this house. My father has changed completely, he is like a total stranger now.

My father would definitely support them if I tell him what they had done. Freya had replaced me in my own father’s house, he always showers her with his love and attention while I was just like a shadow of his past.

Tears flowed down my eyes as I felt my chest tighten.

“Damien, I can't wait for you to take me away from this hell.”