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Chapter 2 - Cursed To Be His Mate

After being cursed, he had worn gloves like a sinner desperate to pretend that his hands were clean… until he touched her without 'em in a night of rage.

SEVRAYA'S POV

At that moment everything inside me went wrong, and the air in my lungs went all out when he sniffed my neck deeper and called the words that should make my skin crawl:

"Mate…" He had really gone insane...

A sharp slice of wind hissed close to my face, and when I had looked up, I saw his fist held up in the air, an arrow in it. My greatest enemy had caught an arrow for me.

This is the time!! Yes, I can feel it, it seems the void is on my side. Whatever he had scented from my neck had him distracted… my free hand had gently gone to the arrow in my bag on my shoulder… I was going to make the clan proud, but just as I caught the arrow shaft… a bitch had alerted their fucked-up king.

"Your Highness."

But I did it anyway before he could react, stabbing it into his neck…. Time stilled as he caught my wrist, releasing a hiss, the pulse on my neck tightened when he gave my neck a long lick.

I tried to stab deeper but my body had gone weak to pull more strength. I felt his upper body rising and his silver eyes were staring into mine again, this time with discontent and cruel intentions embedded in them. "You don't have the right too!!" He roared, but why do I feel that wasn't directed to me stabbing him with an arrow. He made me feel fair, he made my body tingle, he brought new emotions out of me, which I hated.

"You are no…"

"You don't make a sound when I speak!" He caught my neck in a tight grip and I swore the whole Galaxy was opened around me. I gagged even more when his hold grew tighter and I got tempted to plead, but my pride won't let me, I'd rather die the worst death than beg an enemy. He'd see me weak, He'd break my ego, He'd make the spirit of great grand witches mourn.

"We can take it from here, Alpha." One of the white witches suggested, but he didn't let go, even when I scratched his hand multiple times.

"Did you cast a spell on me!" Oh, I wish I did, it would have been brutal. I forced my lips to pull into a shaky smile, but I couldn't do the same to let words out of my lips… pain was blissful when you have prepared your soul for it, but he hadn't let me before I found myself in the air again, the world closing around me before dropping hard on a rotten log in the forest, so hard that I could hear both crack of my bones and the log. "Shit!" I groaned, hearing the steps of boots close to me.

"Won't you kill me now?" I raised my face to find him towering over me, blood dripping from the wound caused by my arrows in his neck, and more surprise and a shade of bliss when I saw the blood trailing down his lips.

'They had always said the Alpha King was resistant to poison because of his curse, nothing could hurt him, but now I had harmed him and he was bleeding, he didn't heal as fast as they had made it be...he wasn't even healing.'

"Place your leg on my throat, dig your claws into my eye socket… or do me the honor of making it quick like you had done to your mate." A DARE and this made his cold exterior sharpen "Or were the tales all wrong, power-driven sonuvabitch." I tilted my head, testing him, pushing him until I took my last breath.

His steps shifted again and I felt his presence behind me and he had crouched their, a bit close. "If I rip her heart out, would you curse me again?" He gripped my hair hard. "A moon goddess who loves games is it…" then he suddenly burst out into a throaty laughter and maybe I had missed the tale about him being crazy.

"Do I make her suffer? Would the curse be stronger this time?" 'Those words weren't for me'. He whispered closely to my neck this time and I had never felt this way, my breath rising, goosebumps rising on my neck and the urge to have him do that shit again.

"A curse to take away my curse? then I'd take her." His words made me shiver in a bad way before he pulled me up by my hair, slamming my back into his chest. "What the heck do you want?" I asked, Why was the fucker talking in parables?

"What I want? The bliss of watching you suffer for being my new mate. You are mine and I will never forgive you for it."

"Mate? Alpha?"

"I dare you to repeat those words!"

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