Chapter 1

"It seem everyone is present" Alicia said, her eyes piercing through the crowd before settling on me.

"Do you Raya Sean swear by the goddess to say nothing but the truth today?" Alicia, the registrar of a modern court asked in a firm voice, staring deep into my eyes.

I could feel my wolf twig a little. Of course I knew what I came here for and it was no other than a reoccurring incident that has been happening in my life for a while now.

"I swear by the goddess to say nothing but the truth" I swore in a low tone.

I could feel my weak self depending on my wolf to breathe well. This wasn't the fist time I was facing the court on this issue. In fact, I had lost count and decided it was best I end it after this one.

"How do you plead to the death of your mate, Eric?" The Judge's calm voice pierced through my healing heart.

I am barely recovering from the trauma of the death of my mate, Eric and they have to do this to me? 

I wish I wasn't cursed. I wished my mates haven't been dying over the years. Maybe I would have gotten the peaceful life I desired but there was nothing to be done.

"Not guilty!"

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A week earlier. 

I was in the kitchen, trying to fix breakfast for my husband and mate, Eric when I heard him growl aloud. My heart skipped a beat as a lot of thoughts ran through but the thought of him about to die scared me the most.

I ran up the stairs to our room and there he was, growling and fighting hard in his wolf form as if someone was fighting him physically. This was not the first time I was seeing this, I had lost count. I stood transfixed at the door step, staring at him with no ouch to help him in me; it would all be a waste, I've tried it severally.

I watched him till he breathe out his last breath and kicked the bucket. Silent tears streamed down my eyes.

"He is also gone!" I mumbled, subconsciously.

I slowly walked down to the living room and sat on the couch. I could see the kitchen from where I was and the thought of I was cooking for someone that just died haunted me. Maybe if I haven't thought he was going to die, he would still be alive. Maybe if I had not agreed to marry him, he would still be alive and probably find someone better. Someone not as cursed as I am.

I had met Eric in a store when I went to get some groceries about eight months ago. At first, when I find out that we were mate, I wanted to to reject him which I later did but he refused to let me go. He would send me flowers in the morning on his way to work. Get me something nice like chocolates, customized clothes and necklaces on his way back. And a lot more when he travels on business trips.

Eric was a young, handsome and dedicated man, I didn't want to ruin that for him because I know all of that would come to an end as soon as I agree to be his. However, Eric failed to get the message and gradually made me fall in love with him. I enjoy every moment I spent with him; it was worth remembering.

Two months after we met, I decided to be positive and give him a try. He was so overwhelmed the night I broke the news to him; we were eating out at an eatery that night.

"Are you for real? You're really telling me you love me?" He asked and I nodded and blushed softly.

He held my hand and kissed it softly, I could see his love through his eyes. Though my wolf was happy but we were both sad and hoped it doesn't end the same way as the usuals.

That night, we made out and he marked me as his mate. I was over the moon and even took time to pray to the Moon Goddess in the midnight to make this work out.

I never regretted saying yes to Eric. He was the best I've come across and he treated me like a Luna. Everything was fine until recent when he began to show some signs of depression which was how the other's death started too.

I was too scared to act or tell Eric the truth about me; he was from another pack. Though he had heard the rumors but chose to stay with me. He was the first to stay this long with me in a relationship, the longest was three months but he stayed for six months.

I was almost getting relaxed that he would stay forever in the fifth month until he began to feel depressed. I thought it was normal since he passed the usual three months and could be work related so I tried to talk him out of it but it wasn't working.

This morning, I could remember he told me he was feeling too weak to get out of bed. So, I decided to make him a green tea. I was in the kitchen when I heard his screams.

Just when I thought he was going to stay forever, he left. I could vividly remember how he tried to reach out to me while fighting whatever it was that was fighting him. I felt like a coward for not being able to help, I should have done more for him.

A knock on the door shook me out of my thought and I wiped my face as I approached to door. I could feel me wolf crawl into her shell, it was her habit whenever she is timid or something bad is about to happened. I opened the and saw my neighbors; two ladies.

"Is he dead too? We heard his screams."

My gaze fell on the ground with no utterance in my mouth.