My Cursed Mate

“It has ripened.” A voice whispered in the dark. A man who was sitting down swirled the wine in his glass.

“The red moon has finally appeared.” He whispered back and a laughter echoed through the walls.

“She’s going to devour him!” The voice sneered as the shadow stopped above the man’s head.

“And I’m going to devour her.” He placed the glass of wine on his table as he caressed the silver ring in his finger.

“What if the silver moon intervenes once again?” The shadow walked through walls and started humming.

“That won’t be a problem. Once she devours him and restores her power, the silver moon would not be able to do anything.” The man grinned and picked up the glass once again consuming its content in one go.

“Ah yes, yes, yes, the silver moon will also die. The werewolf clan will be done soon and so will those nasty vampires. Humans will be under your sole control.” The shadow cheered as it changed places and appeared on the man’s table.

The man turned around and laughed, “You are right. Everything will slowly fall into place.”

“I, Odious, will watch them all fall!” The shadow’s laughter echoed once again and this time it caused the ground to shake.

In another room, Velos was looking at the clear sky. Days have passed and yet he had not seen any signs of rain. Now, the unmistakable darkness from the horizon would soon struck them.

A vision then appeared before him and all he could was close his eyes and hope for the best. He wanted to warn them but it would be impossible for him to leave. Dastard had been watching him like a hawk, every movement, every twitch and even his thoughts. The only thing he couldn’t see was his visions.

They come and go. Now they’ve been coming frequently and it is all about those two entwined fates. It might have been the wrong move in the past but now it was the best decision that the Silver Moon had made. At least they have each other to help one another.

“Stop thinking about them, no matter what you do, both of them will still die.” Dastard looked from what he was reading and stared at Velos.

“Stop? I won’t stop.” Velos met the man’s eyes and held his gaze. “The future might be bleak but I believe that they will overcome this challenge.”

Dastard closed the book he was reading and leaned back on the wooden chair where he was seated. It creaked under his sudden movement but he didn’t mind. “That is exactly the reason why the master will make sure that that hope or belief or whatever it is that you are holding to will never happen.”

Velos could only narrow his eyes. He couldn’t argue with the man. He was just one of those who couldn’t understand human emotions. He only believed in whatever the master was saying. A loyal puppet with no thoughts of his own. All of them were.

Dastard sneered. “Your thoughts are quite loud today.”

“I purposely did it so that you can clearly hear them,” Velos also sneered and retracted his gaze from him. He continued to look at the only patch of blue sky he could see from the tiny window in his room.

“If the master could hear your thoughts right now, what do you think he would think?” Dastard started another round of conversation even though it was clear that Velos wanted to ignore him.

He did not answer as he cleared his mind of any thoughts. The man was cunning. He could easily distort the truth and use it to hunt his prey. He could very well use it too to destroy anyone he finds disgusting.

“Your mind is silent, you’re getting good at this.” Dastard stood up and walked towards the bed where he was seated. “But no matter how good you grow at this, you won’t be able to escape the ORDER.” He leaned down and gave the other man a grin before he stepped back and left the room.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Velos laid on the bed and sighed. Even his freedom to think has been restricted and monitored. He turned to the side and wallowed in his incapability to escape his hell. He just hoped that Vega and Kazandra could change their destiny.

—

With Kazandra’s insistence, they both traveled back to Cerulean. Vega did not want anyone to get involved with his problem, especially his family but Kazandra was not going to let him be. He was sure that Megrez and Ascella would flip out once they learned of his condition.

“We can find a solution by ourselves, we don’t really need to go and tell my family about this.” Vega looked at Kazandra who was sitting with him in the car.

“Kazandra was right to make the decision. If not for her, then I wouldn’t even know that you are experiencing something like this. How can you manage Empire in this condition? What if in the middle of a meeting you suddenly black out or hallucinate? What will the board think? Remember that your company is not only being run by werewolves but also by humans.” Evos gave his friend a glare through the rearview mirror. “And worse, what if you suddenly shift into your wolf in the company or in the midst of humans?”

Vega sighed. He could only shut his mouth because there’s nothing he could say in that situation. Their points were valid and he had nothing to refute them with. The ride to the pack was silent and when they arrived, Megrez and Ascella were already waiting for them.

If he was in a sci-fi movie, he would have been killed by the laser looks that his siblings were giving him. Vega did not dare to meet their gaze. They entered the pack house and to his brother’s study where they could have more privacy due to the nature of their concern.

Once seated, the heavy silence started to press down on them. Vega suddenly felt uncomfortable, especially because the topic was about him. He was never subjected to this kind of scrutiny and he could definitely feel that he would be chewed.

“Explain.”

That word brought him back to his senses. He looked at the people in the room and sighed. Vega smoothed his hair back and took several deep breaths before he started his account. He recounted his experiences and the more that he spoke, the more that the atmosphere inside the room darkened.