7: The Cursed Alpha

LUCA

I can see my mate fairly well and with my eyesight, thanks to my wolf side.

The man I sent to her, one of the warrior wolves from the pack.

He is walking on eggshells near her knowing I’m watching him and her position to me, seeing how she looks out of place makes me feel better.

The possessive side of me and my wolf want nothing more than to mark her and make her ours but I’ve waited my whole life for this, I can wait a few more days.

Arthur takes off his jacket and puts it over her, I know he is definitely just helping but that doesn’t stop my wolf from stirring and I can feel him trying to break out, I pull my mental barriers up, cutting him off mid growl.

'Fucking take it off her,' my words are a growl through our mindlink. 

It allows us to communicate with each other and our pack.

He pauses before rolling his eyes and smiling at her, she was looking at him weirdly.

'I’m not playing with you,' I don’t want his scent on her, she is my mate and she should only have my scent on.

'Oh chill man, she is cold.' I growl before he blocks off our mind link. I’ll deal with that little fucker.

I love my brothers more than anything in this world but when they get like this, there is nothing I want to do more than rip all their heads off.

“Can we just fucking go? I’m tired of sitting in the car.” Elliott pops his head through the window, only intensifying my annoyance.

“I’m not holding you.” he gasps like a teenage girl before opening the door.

If I was annoyed before then I need a stronger word to describe exactly what I’m feeling right now, he climbs in beside me and taps the headrest of the driver’s seat.

“Get us out of here,” the engine starts and I don’t even have the energy to stop him so I let the man drive.

“Where is Ivan?” I ask when I notice there’s only one car going with us.

I know we came with four cars. 

Arthur had a plan to meet up with my mate’s sister beforehand I presume, because he insisted on bringing a ride while we took two other cars and had the security in another one.

I’ll have to talk to him about that, I want to know everything about my mate.

God, I really need to be with that woman before I lose my mind.

“Back at the club, I saw him with two brown heads before I left.” I only shake my head and then glance at Elliott wondering what he was doing right here.

If I was going to bet on any of my brothers deciding to stay back and hook up with humans, I would bet on him because that is his everyday life.

“What are you doing here?” I had to ask, unable to keep it to myself.

“I’m here to be with you, you just met your mate. I'm sure your emotions are going haywire and we wouldn’t want you losing control.” He drags a thumb across his neck with his tongue out on one side, pretending to be dead.

“I’m not a teenage girl who can’t control her emotions, that is more like you.” I added the last part on second thought. He rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything.

Smart decision on his part, he knows I don’t want to talk about that. It is a sore topic for everyone in the family.

I shoot a quick text to Arthur to ask how my mate is. 

The mind link is much better and private but with everything that is happening I find it hard to mind-link with my brothers when we aren’t very close to each other. Another proof that the curse is taking more root in my system.

We really need to find a cure before I lose myself to my wolf, therefore, losing my human side and the ability to shift.

“Are you okay?” Elliott’s worried voice pulls me from my trance and I turn so I’m facing him.

I know he is pretty close to me but he looks too close like he is almost in my face which makes me move back.

“I’m fine, get away from my face,” I grumble in a flat voice.

His eyes squint in concern.

“I’m not close to you man, what are you talking ab—“he pauses mid-sentence realization dawning on him. “Fuck,”

The words leave his mouth the moment the car comes to a sudden halt. The sounds of screeching tires reach and I can hear doors being banged closed.

I palm my ears hoping to lessen the force of it but I could as well be increasing it.

“Should we get the chains and wolfsbane gamma?” I shake my head no, I don’t know what Elliott tells him but his receding footsteps are all that I hear.

“Luca please try to breathe through it, they’ll get the antidote now.” He is speaking calmly but there is an underlying note of panic.

I’m losing control of my wolf again and no matter how hard I try to block him from my mind or from taking over, he keeps fighting back. Harder than the first few times this happened, it gets more intense the more it happens which also proves how we need to find the damn witch that did this to fucking undo it.

I try to breathe through it, practicing what the doctor had told me.

I’m starting—well the poison in me is starting to become immune to the wolfsbane that normally weakens me and keeps me in check. Hence the chains, but how long until I’m able to break that too?

Many voices are speaking at once, only that I’m not sure which one is louder between the actual voices and the whispers in my head.

My eyes click shut, I face the darkness before me.

Scorching hot needles pierce every part of my body, making me sweat. It’s like I’m buried in hot coals feeling the boiling heat take over my body.

Vachske.

Vachske.

It starts as a small whisper in my head but it keeps getting louder and louder, more than ten voices screaming at once.

“The more you resist the shift alpha, the more aggressive it gets.” The doctor’s voice fills my head, giving me momentary break from the torture.

That is exactly the problem, I can’t let it take over. 

I won’t willingly let the monster they let reside in me win this, the easier I make it for him to take over, even if it is for once. He would feel welcome and these episodes would happen more often.

Askeno takvito mashitho.

“Fuck.” I groan, feeling my knees hit the ground.

It is around four in the morning so the roads are empty which is good.

We can’t have humans walking in on this wolf wreck that has become my life.

“Ahhhh,” my canines are forming, my shift starting.

It is like my first shift when I was ten,maybe not as bad as that but almost as bad.

I grit my teeth together doing anything possible to stop this from happening.

My hands are trembling. My entire body shakes violently.

“Hold back for a few minutes let’s see if he can get this under control, the moment he shifts put him down.” My brother says.

The first few times it happened, I waved it off saying it was just the shift in the moon or stress from planning how to protect the wolves from this war that is brewing. 

The stress of knowing I have a whole pack to protect, families depending on me to save them. It was a heavy burden to bear and alpha genes or not, it ran me down too.

That was until I noticed how harder it was to communicate with my brothers or even members of the pack when I go on my travels. No, it didn’t make me weak, it took a while to understand this and we had to seek the help of the pack's protectors.

They are witches from broken covens under our care, they couldn’t track what it was that was weakening my wolf, at first that was the result they sought. About a month later when it happened again, they found that it was my connection to my wolf that was being messed with.

Like a rogue who is aggressive with his wolf, only worse, they are taking away the most essential thing to me as a werewolf. The connection I have with my animal and wolf side, making us opposites.

Most of the time I have him under control but when this happens, he feels like I’m his enemy and all he wants to do is escape me which makes the human and animal part battle it out.

Whenever I shift, the wolf shuts off the human, locking me in my own body with no control whatsoever.

They thought something like this would happen after meeting my mate and I understand the risks now. Because after knowing her and finding, tasting her.

Now I want more, my wolf is crazy for more.

He wants her, needs her.

But he would kill her without knowing if he got his hands on her and I can't let him.

The ground rattles underneath me as I place my palm on the cold night road, something pricks my skin tearing it open. The lick of pain making a feral growl break out from my throat.

The final sign is a loud growl before my fangs fully form, sharp canines replacing normal teeth.

My suit is shredded as my bones snap and reshape, giving way to bigger animalistic ones. Fur covers smooth skin and almost as soon as it begins, everything stops.

My wolf snaps its neck from side to side, like it is searching for prey.

I feel the guys move back, not coming too close because that angers him.

Elliott takes a step forward but a growl from me has him holding back. He halts in his steps, making me feel relieved.

I would hate myself forever if I hurt him, even unknowingly or out of my control.

“Get ready to leave in a few minutes.” he commands the rest of the guys.

Still watching me closely.

I keep pushing my wolf back, trying to snap and take the control back.

I know it is a gone game when the voices return, and soon, I lose myself in my head and everything goes black.