The Cursed Prince

Prince Perry’s Pov

My only intention was to see him, the only son of the former Alpha of our neighborhood Pack who was taking the throne then I'll head back to my Kingdom. I had no business with the coronation. My father was meant to be the one to make the visit but he insisted that I go and learn how things are being done since I'll be taking the throne after him real soon. I never declined the assignment ‘cause I really wanted to see how the new Alpha looks having only heard about him.

As I crossed the border of their Pack, my head began to pound and it sent a sharp pain to my brain which was actually a warning migraine that came anytime I was about to go unusual. I tried to maintain my course, knowing fully well I couldn't go on tensed in another Pack, I needed to act gracefully.

The Pack armies led me and my soldiers down to the Pack house and as they were leading me to my room through the gallery, I smelled an inexplicably delightful smell. I stood still and tried to use my Lycan aura to embrace it. It was intriguing but I couldn't phantom what the smell was but one thing I could tell was that my wolf derived pleasure at the scent of the strange smell and my migraine reduced.

It was inquisitive and rare for something like that to happen so I picked interest in it. “Are you okay?” the commander of the Pack armies inquired but I held my hands up, commanding a silence and he made no words again.

I started to follow the fragrance closely with the armies trotting after me only to get to the end of the gallery and the scent became stronger. Still marveled, I turned around to see if anyone was perceiving the same thing I could smell but their faces were blank. I got bothered but still continued my way only for me to get to a door where the scent seemed to be coming from. I stood frozen at the door, my senses reeling from the intoxicating scent wafting through the air. My wolf stirred, restless and agitated, as if awakened from a deep slumber. Confusion clouded my mind.

Why was I reacting this way? Huh? Why was the scent so strong as if it was coming from my mate? For a few seconds I was lost in my thoughts, confused. Doesn’t the curse stop me from having a mate? The curse had been clear: I would never find my mate.

Years of loneliness had hardened me, but this fragrance ignited a fire within me. My heart raced, pounding against my chest like a drum. My palms grew sweaty, and my vision blurred. Questions kept swirling in my mind. Was this a trick? A deception? Or could it be...?

I pushed open the door and the commander wanted to stop me but it was too late, my armies already took the lead. He rushed in instead while I followed after them. As the room unfolded before me, a voice came, greeting me in the process but I was deaf to it while my gaze swept across the space, searching for the source of the scent.

That was when I saw her.

A tiny, fragile figure, slipping away unnoticed. Her eyes darted towards the door, and I just couldn't watch her leave.

“Stop right there!” I commanded, not waiting to confirm anything. I was confused enough.

Sensing the same confusion from her, she turned around and our gazes collided. Time suspended.

She looked like a lowly slave, dressed in tattered robes, her hair tied back in a simple knot. Yet, the scent emanating from her was unmistakable. My wolf's scent. How could this be? Why would my mate be disguised as a servant?

I strode towards her, my long legs eating up the distance. My men halted, sensing my tension while she froze, her eyes wide with fear. Her gaze locked onto mine, and I felt the world tilt. Those piercing green eyes sparkled like emeralds in the sunlight.

My wolf howled but was then distracted by the so called Alpha who seemed to explain who she was by the way he spoke to her yet, that wasn't my concern. I needed to know who this person truly was.

“Who’s she?” I inquired, my gaze not leaving hers and he replied, not giving me the answer I wanted that p*ss*d me off, forcing my migrain out. “I want her!”

Everyone seemed puzzled by my words but I was less bothered. My wish has always been my command and not even the Alpha was going to stop me which of course, he never did. My heart swelled with possessiveness as my men led her off.

*************Back At Blue Ivory Pack (Lycan Pack)************

I rushed through the grand halls of the Lavender Palace, my feet pounding against the marble floor as my head throbbed with an incessant ache, like a thousand wolves howling in unison. I wanted to be angry with myself but I tried to control it. “I shouldn't have gone there.” I kept telling myself.

The coronation at Redwood Pack had left me drained and it got to me because I had expected more but received less. I wished I had declined going there in the first place. It wasn't something that picked my interest and even when I tried forcing it, it was still the same.

I walked through the hallway, dragging myself to my chamber but as I turned the corner at the end of the hallway, a familiar scent suddenly hit through my nose and instantly I felt my throbbing reduced a bit. I paused. “The same fragrance?”

It was then that it occured to me. The slave from the Redwood Pack. The slave I have requested to be brought to my kingdom, without fully understanding why. It was her scent. Her scent drew me in and I remembered the way it had enveloped me the other day at Redwood soothing my drained nerves. “How can I forget about her?”

I began to trace the scent again. I had told my men to bring her to the Pack yesterday since she was now mine and I wasn't ready to let the Alpha change his mind towards handling her to me. I acted sharply. Something just kept telling me the girl could be a secret to me having a better life again.

Just at the corner of the hallway, I saw a small room guarded by two of my most trusted warriors whom I had told to bring the girl earlier. They lowered their heads in greetings as I approached. "Your Highness."

"Leave," I commanded instantly, my voice barely above a growl and reached out for the door that creaked open, revealing a room bathed in soft, golden light.

I burst into the room, my senses overwhelmed by her intoxicating scent. It enveloped me, a sweet, heady aroma that drove my wolf wild. My heart raced, my pulse pounding in my ears.

There she sat, cowered on the little bed with fear etched on her face as I approached. But gazing at her suddenly triggered something in me that I couldn't stop. My wolf growled, demanding satisfaction.

"Please…” I heard her soft voice whisper. “I need your help. My dress_”

I didn't respond, instead I cut her off, climbing onto the bed as I reached out to her. She tried to push me away. "My dress! You're shredding it!"

I ignored her protests again, my focus solely on having her under my hands as my desire to have her grew wild. However, she began to struggle beneath me, her screams echoing through the room. But I couldn't be swayed.

Why do I crave her so intensely? Was it my wolf's urge or something more?

I have been cursed yet, she seemed to be the mate I've always longed for. What exactly does it mean?