All Chapters of Cursed to be my Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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New Sensations (2)

~ Rhys ~ Upon seeing the water closet closest to the study, the one Amira frequented the most, he felt as though he’d truly woken up in a nightmare. There was a bathtub, but it was empty. There were no taps to run water. But there was a bucket and a well beside it to gather water from and a grand open fireplace. “What am I supposed to do in here?” Rhys asked, putting his hands on his hips as he stared up at Zayyan. Zayyan continued to chew his gum as he looked back at the tub. “What? You forgot how to fill a tub?” He sighed and scratched the back of his head. “Have your memories returned to when you were a little lady?” He snorted and strolled further into the dimly lit room. The only source of lighting was from one of the floor-to-ceiling high stained glass with images of roses, and there were some candleholders on the fireplace and melted candles on the iron chandelier above. Zayyan lit a few candles but left the chandelier, stopping just before the bathtub. “You have one lux

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Awake

~ Amira ~It had been days since Amira left the king’s bed. Rhys’ body had really taken a hit this time. Both times the aconite poison had been injected close to his heart. It was shocking that she hadn’t died.While Amira writhed in pain, confined to her bed, she resumed plotting the king's assassination as per her usual schemes. The aconite had proven its usefulness, yet it fell short of taking his life. Although her dose was remarkably potent, that same poison coursed through his body the very next day. It left her no choice but to fight him to the death or contemplate beheading him.The idea of beheading him was a little… gruesome, even for her. Amira never liked the idea of beheading someone, not since her father’s execution. This was, of course, if she ever returned to her body.Other thoughts did occur to her, risky ones, and she wasn't going to try it. But if she killed herself in this body... Did Rhys die, and she'd return to her body? Or would she die and Rhys? If she wasn't

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Dreams

~ Amira ~Amira stared at the path ahead as she held a warm, large hand. She inhaled deeply to the fresh air fluttering the ribbon under her chin to the hat she wore along with the ends of her hair. The smell of apples and roses wafted in the air, making Amira turn her nose in their direction.The garden was unfamiliar to her, yet familiar. Slowly, as realisation hit her, Amira’s eyes returned to the hand holding hers, leading up his arm until her eyes rested on her father, Alpha Dashiell. A pang of sadness made her look at her father more in this dream. No, this was not a dream; it was a memory. Still, Amira tried to look at his sharp features for as long as she could until her body followed the movements of what happened in real life. At such a young age, Amira still hadn’t ventured far from their territory, and without a mother, she was close to her father. As Amira and her father approached the rounded pergola adorned with flowers and lanterns, they encountered the imposing coup

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Staff Expectations (1)

~ Amira ~Amira groaned as the pain from her reality crashed down on her again. She was still recovering from the effects of aconite, though the pain was lesser than before. Still, that dream was bizarre. She felt both nostalgic and longing to see her father again, to utter rage at his death and to who was responsible. She felt sickened at seeing Alpha King Theon again and his smile. He did adore her and treated her like a daughter. Since her father’s death and the eradication of her pack to growing up around rogues who fought for scraps and the chance to be at a better status, Amira did not trust anybody again except for Zayyan. Somehow he crawled his way into her tight-knit circle of one and turned it into two. Then there was that last bit at the end of the dream before she woke up. Rhys asked for his body back. Was he somehow still in this body, listening to her? It made her more confused, but what could she do about that?Shaking her head, she avoided such thoughts for now and

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Staff Expectations (2)

~ Amira ~Amira had to hide the surprise on her face. She looked away, rubbing the back of her neck as she accepted what they said. So, Rhys was not too much of a dick to take a married woman and seemed concerned with consent. That didn’t mean he’d asked the others before, though? Rumours spread for a reason, the women he slept with died, so why would anyone thrown his way accept bedding him?Or were these women foolish enough to believe they might be the ones that might change his tyrannical heart?“And you?” Amira asked, gazing down at the woman who had been touching her inappropriately. “Me?” The woman squeaked. Amira took that as a no. “Do you like to toss me off?” She asked with a sigh, already feeling exhausted from the conversation. The maid nodded. She even nodded whilst blushing! It must have been her change in attitude that scared her. Admittedly Rhys was a good-looking man. It was still weird that they happily wanted to 'assist' in his needs.With a sigh, Amira stroked

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The Dungeon (1)

~ Amira ~After the luxurious bath and eating breakfast, Amira was dressed in the finest suit, ready to go to the meeting with the elders. She stared at herself in the mirror and rolled her eyes at Rhys’ good looks. He also seemed to have a permanent line between his brows from where he most likely scowled so much. Whenever she wasn’t paying attention and was staring at his shoes that cost almost two weeks' worth of food for a household, she caught her reflection of his furrowed brow. If Rhys continues to look in such a way, he will start to get wrinkles. Amira snorted and shook her head. Rhys was never going to live that long.Turning away from the mirror, Amira dismissed the maids and left through the double doors to Rhys’ bed chambers. The guards stationed on either side of the doors straightened their backs more once she walked through. “Mornin’,” she greeted with a nod.“Uh.. Um…”“Good morning, Alpha,” the guard on the right cover for the stuttering guard on the left of the do

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The Dungeon (2)

~ Amira ~The flickering torches that lined the passageway cast eerie shadows that danced along the walls, creating an illusion of moving phantoms. The smell of decay and misery lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the suffering endured by those unfortunate souls imprisoned in the darkness.Finally, they arrived at the interrogation chamber, where the smell of blood was already wafting in the air. This was where secrets were to be extracted through any means necessary. The sound of metal against stone echoed from within, hinting at the instruments used to persuade unwilling tongues.Amira was proud of the two prisoners who seemed to be in sorry states. How they were still alive was beyond her. But that was why a skilled torturer was inside the cell with them. “What have you learnt so far?” Amira asked, glancing at the two men whose shirts had been ripped apart, revealing the wounds the interrogator had already made. A bespectacled man with slender features and a pallid comple

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The Elders

~ Amira ~Sitting in the meeting room, Amira watched the elders talk down to their king. It was highly irritating, and she could see why the men spoke of them so lowly. Anything she suggested that would help the kingdom was shut down and voted on. Amira couldn’t understand it. She was the king! How did Rhys have no authority? This wasn’t how it should work within werewolf society. Who were these men that believed themselves superior to the Alpha King?Did they have a death wish?“Your majesty,” Baltir whispered from behind her. The knuckles on her tightened fist had gone white. She clasped her hands together as she listened to the elders discuss issues regarding the vampires.Now that was something Amira was interested in, and her annoyance faded as she listened to the reports that came in. The towns on the borders had been attacked again, but they were rogue vampires and swiftly dealt with by the packs there. The Alphas have pleaded for more support as the vampires always leave a me

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Harrington's Maid

~ Amira ~Amira leaned back in her chair and sighed, unaware that Sebastian remained behind. She opened her eyes after the silence felt strange, discovering Sebastian standing beside her, waiting to speak, and Baltir slumped in the seat beside her, watching him. “Lord Harrington has been leaking information for coin. I believe this helped with both attempts on your life,” Sebastian said in a hushed tone. There was nobody besides the three of them in the gloomy meeting room now, but the topic of discussion needed the utmost prudence.“How do you know? Who is your source?” Amira asked, instantly intrigued and sitting upright. This was interesting because Amira didn’t know much about their sources which were so little anyway. But the information for the coin was incorrect. The rebels didn’t need to pay for information. There were too many that wanted to see them succeed in an uprising against the throne, against Rhys.Sebastian smirked. “Lord Harrington’s maid is a vengeful lover. He c

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Conflicted

~ Amira ~Amira leaned back in the chair again, her unladylike and rogue-like demeanour showing as her legs remained wide and comfortable, her back slumping as she pinched her nose. This was the issue with acting as the king. What Sebastian was suggesting would be helpful for the king, and it was a good idea to try and find the rebels. But Amira was not the king. She had to lead them astray. Still, acknowledging the sensibility of Sebastian's suggestion was unavoidable for Amira. What alternative could she propose in this situation?“The problem with that is the possibility of Harrington escaping,” Amira said, hoping to dissuade them.Baltir nodded along, so at least some of her thoughts might align with something Rhys would say or do. Amira glanced at her wide legs and cleared her throat, crossing her ankle over her knee. Sebastian stepped closer, leaning his hand onto the table. “Didn’t you just give a mini-speech to those old crones about at least trying and failing rather than

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