My Cursed Mate

The rhythmic clacking of boots on the wooden floor of the pack house’s second floor rang through the corridor. It was a place that nobody dared to enter and was off limits to people who do not have the permission or authority to enter. The man who just entered took his time in exploring the place like he owned it before a servant came and guided him to the Alpha’s study. The servant not once raised his head to look at the visitor as he was strictly instructed to avoid meeting the visitor’s gaze.

After they were acknowledged, the servant opened the door with his head bowed not daring to look at the guest of his Alpha. The guest thanked the servant as he stepped in. After the door closed, the servant could finally breath in relief. He silently took a few steps back before he turned around and traced his way back to the stairs that lead to the first floor where the other servants were instructed to wait.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The Alpha’s office was in a rustic style of browns and blacks and grays. It was stylish with simple decorations of a single framed painting of a forest in a black and white paint behind the Alpha’s table with bookshelves installed on the sidewall. On the other side was a window with black wooden frame that gives the place sufficient lighting.

Although it was not the visitor’s taste, he still appreciated the Alpha’s palate when it comes to decoration. He was impressed. The carpeted floor muffled his steps but the Alpha was already on his feet with a bow directed at his visitor.

He silently gestured to the brown leather sofa which the visitor took. He sat down with an aura of a ruler with his legs crossed and his both of his hands resting on the couch’s arm rests. The Alpha then took the empty long couch beside where the visitor was sitting.

“Esteemed sir, may I know the reason why you needed to visit my pack personally instead of saving your time by simply contacting through your subordinates?” The Alpha asked with caution as he did not want to anger the man.

“You are acting too polite Alpha Clementine,” the visitor met the man’s eyes, “it is not befitting the rumors about you.”

The moment their eyes met, Alpha Clementine bowed his head to avoid the man’s gaze. “It is only proper of me to do so, especially in your presence.”

The visitor chuckled, “You really are a contradiction. I am starting to doubt your credibility as an Alpha.” He rested his chin on his right hand as he slightly moved his body to the side. “Alpha Megrez Ishmael wouldn’t act like how you are now if it was him who is in your position.”

Alpha Clementine’s fists tightly clenched at the mention of the Alpha of Cerulean. They became Alpha at the same time and of the same age, so comparisons became rampant between the two of them. His pack, the Black Blood, and Cerulean belong to the most powerful packs in their region and yet Cerulean remained the number one.

Because of this, his hatred towards Cerulean only grew. It was not enough that they got compared but also, they couldn’t win against the warriors of Cerulean. They were superior in all areas and it only added to the insecurity he was feeling. He had to admit that Cerulean was not only powerful but was also influential inside and outside of the werewolf community but he won’t accept this fact.

“Their arrogance won’t last long,” Clementine sneered. “I will destroy them.”

The visitor was silent as he watched the Alpha wallow in his insecurity and jealousy. This was the exact reason why they chose him. Alpha Clementine would do anything for his greed even if that means sacrificing his own pack.

“It seems that you are ready,” the visitor finally spoke and his words received a nod from the Alpha, “he will make his move soon and he wants you to execute whatever your plan is, the method isn’t important as long as Cerulean is weakened.”

The Alpha’s eyes widened. Finally, the time he had been waiting for has come. He raised his head with a maniacal grin on his face. He couldn’t hide the joy at the chance to finally prove himself and defeat Cerulean.

“The ORDER will give you whatever support or resources you will need. All you need to do is give us a good result and the power you wanted will be yours.” The visitor added without hesitation.

“I will not disappoint you!” Alpha Clementine answered loudly. He was overcome with anticipation now that he had the chance to trample the pack that has been covering his limelight.

“I will lend you one of my Grave Generals, use him well.”

This news made the Alpha giddy that he had the urge to shake the visitor’s hand but he controlled himself. Although the man in front of him wears a smile on his face and appeared to be amicable, he was still a member of the ORDER and with one wrong move, he could easily end his life. His pale skin and blood red eyes were already enough to make anyone cautious of him. He was Grave, the only vampire inside the ORDER.

“I will use him well,” the Alpha promised.

Grave was satisfied. He could see the eagerness in the Alpha’s eyes. He couldn’t wait to see what the man can do. While the Alpha was immersed in his own self, Grave stood up.

“I will be waiting for a good result. Remember that this will be your one and only chance so do well.” He once again reminded and before Alpha Clementine could respond, Grave disappeared through a dark circle that appeared beneath his feet.

After Grave left, Alpha Clementine could finally let go. A loud and cold laugh filled his mouth and reverberated inside the room. The servants who were waiting in the first floor heard him and bowed their head. It also sent shivers of fear to their being. They knew what that laugh meant and even the Beta who was with them had a serious look on his face.

“Megrez Ishmael, finally your time has come!” He growled with a wide grin on his face and a glimmer of bloodlust in his eyes. “I will destroy you together with your pack,” followed by another laugh that ripped through the walls and filled the entire pack house.

Grave who emerged outside of Black Blood’s territory turned his gaze to the direction of the pack. He shook his head and chuckled. “Ambitious and eager to seek his destruction. No matter, his pack will still be of use to deal with Cerulean.” He turned and looked at the man who was kneeling before him. “Go and help the Alpha, make sure that nothing interferes with his plan.”