Chapter 4— You’re Cursed.

CHAPTER 4

Myra awakens, on to find herself immersed in blood. Her bed was completely soaked, and her child was nowhere to be found. She was back in the delivery room, and she could smell the presence of the Alpha King. There was a huge hold on the stone wall, and the wind was pouring in ice flakes vigorously. Her mind began to race as she yelled for her daughter.

"Alistair!" She cried, leaping for the door and banging on it with all her strength. She kept banging till her hands reddened, her skin battered and ready to bleed. Just then, she heard a loud cackle, and the scent of a different blood wafted past her nose.

The Alpha King slowly emerges from a dark corner of the room, his mouth obviously moving like he was chewing down on something. His jaws were blood-stained, and his hands held what seemed to be like the remnants of a baby.

Her baby.

"I asked for a son," was all he could day as he turned around and bit on what was left of the child. Myra morphs into her wolf form, anger boiling within. She leaps towards the Alpha King, ready to take him down with all she's got left.

"Myra," a calm voice jolts her up, and she realized she had been dreaming. It was the same dream she's been having for weeks since she had escaped her clan. She got up from the bed and rushed to the cradle where she had slept off watching her child days prior. She was sleeping so peacefully, a huge smile on her face. Like an antidote, her fear vanished instantly, taking in the beauty of her child.

His child.

"Are you okay, Myra?" the voice asks, and she turns to him, nodding in response.

Myra managed to travel a few miles away from her clan. She was surprised to not have encountered any rogue wolf along the way, as they would be more than happy to eliminate the heir of the very Alpha who banished them all.

Or most of them.

Just when the pains became unbearable, and when she bled more, Myra collapsed on the ice floor. And that was how Augustine Powell had found her. Naked. Bleeding. Pale. And with a child. He was on an exploration to discover the so-called microorganisms the US government were brewing in the Antarctic region, to see if he could engineer explosives that would bring an end to them all before they even thought about bringing them to other parts of the world.

"I should get your breakfast; it's getting cold." he added before exiting the room.

Myra stared at the room just like she did when Augustine had brought her into the house for the first time. She was relieved at how awestruck she was. It was quite different from what they had back at her clan. It wasn't superior, but the fact that it was clearly varying made her wonder what more was different about the humans.

She had always believed the reason why her wolf kind lived in Antarctica and kept little to no relations with humans was due to rumors of how dangerous, cunning and self-centered they could get, as they could to any lengths to satisfy their interests. Augustine has changed this perspective of hers, and she was grateful she met someone like him.

She walks up to the window, taking a look at her sleeping baby before immersing herself in the beautiful morning view of Kentucky. The landscape her clan was embedded in did little to no aid in letting them have a good view of the rising sun. Asides from the roads lined with cobblestone and the palace grounds, Myra count recall where else in her clan she had spotted dry Earth. Her eyes shifted from the glowing orange orb to the neighboring houses, each standing as tall as Augustine's, and some, even higher.

And for the first time in what felt like eternity, Myra felt peace. She closed her eyes, taking in the fresh scent of the morning air which wasn't as cold and torturing, imagining what the rest of her life in the human world will be like.

* * *

Oswald takes a deep breath before proceeding to the King's chambers. Greetings came from guards, servants and handmaidens, and Oswald, as always, took his time to respond politely. He noticed some guards giving an extra smile, and some royals being more courteous.

"They prefer you to the Alpha King," a younger Baron always pointed out.

"That's a lie. They are just being nice to me." a younger him would retort.

There was no longer a need for denial. Only he didn't have to come out clean with his intentions. Not yet. But the Alpha King has to know the truth still.

Oswald noticed there were lesser guards around the King's chamber, and he could make out the voices of him grunting. The door swings open, and there he was, making out with a handmaiden. Or a prostitute, Oswald couldn't tell. They seemed to be lost in whatever they were doing that they didn't recognize Oswald's presence.

That explains the absence of guards.

Oswald clears his throat, announcing his presence. The Alpha King opened his eyes, disappointed to see Oswald. He grabs the maiden and throws her across the room, clearly dissatisfied.

"Your life hangs on the balance after what you did with that useless girl, and you dare to barge into my chambers now?"

Oswald remained quiet. Patient. He took a glance at the maiden who could care less she was flung across the room just moments ago. She grabbed her silk dressing and scurried out of the room. Oswald picked up a scent of fresh blood. They came from the lady's back.

The claws of the Alpha King.

Oswald closed the door after the maiden and gestured to the King. "Please, sit."

"If this isn't worth my time, you are —"

"Aeron," Oswald said with pleading eyes, "please."

Aeron settles down, his stare less intense.

"Many months ago, I made findings about something, and … it led back to you. To our father."

The Alpha King propped himself on the bed, grabbing a robe to cover up. He could tell this was going to be a serious discussion.

"What about him?" He purred.

Oswald sighs, "You are cursed, Aeron. And it's because of our father's mistakes."

Aeron stares at Oswald, disbelief clouding his mind.

"Cursed?"