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The Curse of the Alpha 11
~MearaI wander downstairs, rubbing my eyes.This manor is so vast and imposing I feel tiny in here. I could explore it for hours, but familiarising myself with this place will only make it more difficult to walk away.Sire isn’t in the dining room when I get there. I eat breakfast, silently, alone, contemplating my plan.I don’t have much of one…I don’t even know where to start.When I wander back into the main hallway, I see him approaching me. He looks solemn, although that’s to be expected with him."There is something I want to do today,” he tells me as I approach."I think I should go back-""No. You have a right to get to know me, and this may give you an insight into who I was,” he says.I stare him down. I don’t think I’m going to be able to argue my way out of this one. I was hoping I could get home and talk to Hazel. She is wise, she will know what to do."Alright, what is it?" I sigh."Take my hand and let me show you."He holds his hand out to me, not reaching for me, not
The Curse of the Alpha 12
~MearaI pace back and forth in front of the bed, glowering at him.“We need to establish rules," I tell him pointedly.He adjusts the feather pillow, his gaze tracing my movements. “Rules…really?”“No touching me. Whether you like it or not, I do still have a boyfriend and you’re meant to be honourable," I exclaim, folding my arms over my chest.I don't actually think I have a boyfriend anymore after our last interaction, but it still feels wrong to jump into bed with Sire so soon after that.“Who said I'm honourable?”“Well, I assumed your era was a little more civilised in that sense," I mumble, chewing on the edge of my fingernail.I'm not actually sure, since I know little about what life was like for him all those years ago. To be honest, I don't think I want to know.“I’m a powerful Alpha. I’ve never cared for the what others are doing at any point in time,” he tells me dismissively, examining the room curiously.I narrow my eyes. “If you want any chance of impressing me, you n
The Curse of the Alpha 13
~MearaUpon some miracle, I've managed to convince Sire to let me go to work.He claimed he wanted to spend the day with me, but when I insisted I needed to make money and to have a healthy break from him, he conceded.It's a good thing, because I'm behind on my rent payments for this month.“You’ve been gone for a while," Emma states, leaning against the counter.Emma and I clicked the moment I started working here. It's a small café in the centre of the Pack, and is usually very busy. Today, there hasn't even been a lunch rush.Just strange, eerie quiet.“So much has come up recently…” I mutter, running a cloth over the countertop. I've noticed her watching me since I came in, noticing something has been on my mind for my entire shift.“Oh yeah? About what?”I tense. It's not like I can tell her the entire truth...not that she would believe me. It sounds so otherworldly she would assume I'm telling a ridiculous story to evade her from the truth.My only choice is to tell her a more
The Curse of the Alpha 14
~MearaI stare across at Hazel, feeling myself growing impatient.She sits at her dining room table, flipping through an old book, waving dust out of her face with every page turn.The death's currently plaguing the pack haven't come from nowhere, and it's no coincidence they have started with Sire's rising. This is the curse, and the only person I trust to figure out how to stop it is Hazel.She seemed uncomfortable when Sire came in, shuffling back a few steps as he bent his head to enter.I don't blame her..."Do you have anything?" I ask, staring down at the book she also gave me to read. The words, strung together like some other language, swim in front of me. This is impossible to decipher.She lets out a frustrated growl. "Nothing reliable."Every now and again her gaze flickers up warily to Sire. He paces incessantly behind me, which seems to be unnerving my friend."We are running out of time," I exclaim. Day by day people are dying, and the guilt from knowing I unleashed thi
The Curse of the Alpha 15
~MearaI wander down the street, a heavy burden weighing on my shoulders.People sweep around me as I walk, wary about contracting the sickness that continues to plague the Pack. Little do they know, the sickness comes from the curse, and not from each other.Sire, Hazel and I have been trying to find a way to end this curse for over a week now, and we have found nothing.And considering how tense Hazel is, there may not be one.Swallowing thickly, I push my way into the bar, guilt swarming in the pit of my stomach.I have to do this. It might be the wrong thing to do, but there is a chance this is the only way that the curse will end. Even Hazel admitted it's possible, which is the closest we have been to an answer yet.Sitting at the bar, head lowered to avoid drawing attention, sits Alpha Carran.I need to do this. The fate of this Pack could be relying on this.“I’m grateful you have met with today," Carran greets as I slide into the seat next to him.“We need to make this short.
The Curse of the Alpha 16
~MearaCarran leads me into the next room, watching me carefully.I don't know what he thinks I'm going to do...free him? After everything?Sire sits with his back against the wall, every limb chained down. The chains themselves don't look capable of withholding a powerful Alpha, but considering how still he is, it's clear there's even more powerful magic keeping him contained.He drags his gaze to me as I wander in, before shifting to Carran.I can feel his wrath. It's so potent I can practically taste it in the air.“You look awfully free for a kidnapped person," he comments darkly, tilting his head to the side. I hate the way he regards me, knowing he has been betrayed.“I want to apologise to you first," I tell him uneasily.There isn't much I can say that is going to make him feel better. Yet, I feel as though I need to say something, to let him know this isn't something I wanted to do if I had the choice to do otherwise.“I'm going to get out of here," he warns, attention flicke
The Curse of the Alpha 17
~MearaI tap my foot impatiently against the ground, chewing on my fingernail.It's been hours. In fact, an entire night has passed and I haven't heard anything. Not once have I moved from this spot, sitting in Carran's living room as if I belong here, waiting for news on what has happened to Sire.I'm convinced he is going to find a way out of this. He's angry, he wants revenge. That's more motivation to succeed than Carran will ever have.But he was cursed once. It can happen again.I hear footsteps first, and then Carran comes through the archway and into the living room.Whether he was successful or not is a question that is answered the moment I see the glint in his eye, the way his shoulders are straight back and proud.A cold, guilty laden feeling creeps along my skin.“It’s done.” He claps his hands together, the sound making me wince.“That easy?”“That easy.”I close my eyes for a moment, nausea rolling through my stomach like waves in a storm. This is the right thing to do,
The Curse of the Alpha 18
~Meara-Three Weeks Later-I rush across the street, trying to avoid the deep puddles gathering at the curb.Persistent rain set in over a week ago, only contributing to my foul mood. I tilt my head down, holding a magazine over my head to keep as much of it off me as possible.Things aren't very good at the moment.I look down at my bag of groceries. There has been a food shortage, leaving me with a bag of half rotting, overly expensive ingredients.Carran has tried to assure people that things will get better, although he's almost completely abandoned us.Thankfully, though, he hasn't contacted me since...I pause for a moment, looking down at a newspaper stand that the owners are desperately trying to pull undercover before they are entirely ruined.As I give them a hand, I can't help but notice the headline written in bold across the front.Will This Horror End? The Sickness that Seizes Lives Still Runs RampantI refuse to acknowledge my fear. The reality is, putting Sire back und
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