My Mate is My Curse

Chapter 4

Zopia's POV

The first thing popping into my mind was that Alpha Omar was the same age as me, in my twenties. Peter was at least ten years older than him.

The second thing was that I praised myself for my brilliant mathematical calculations.

The third thing I realized was that I had killed my mate's brother, and everyone claimed my mate would kill me in return.

"Guards!" Arya broke my thoughts.

I averted my eyes, catching a group of guards striding towards us.

More than ten, less than twenty. Tackling all the guards in one shot was impossible. Cracking their bones two by two required five minutes.

If I count Omar in?

Rumors say that Alpha Omar is the most powerful Alpha but also the weakest. One can be strong and fragile simultaneously, but Omar is. His power comes from his Silver Pack, one of the oldest packs in the Werewolf Land, which has lasted for decades. Thus, his Pack is protected by the Alpha King, since Omar's father - the old Silver Pack Alpha, died in the war against the Witch Kingdom.

His body is weak, though. Tortured by various diseases since his childhood, he had the most glass-like body, unable to be trained. Even worse, he didn't gain any gifts when his weak wolf awoke.

I was drowning in my thoughts when a black cloak covered me from my head to my bare feet.

"Don't move." Omar's voice was husky from the top.

A guard came to him, "Alpha Omar. Zopia is in this prison. Our Alpha approved of handing her to you for the execution."

No, I was in his cuddle.

"Bring her to the gate. I'll wait there." Omar answered.

What? To the gate?

The breeze blew underneath. My body was being moved in the darkness.

Was he walking to the gate? He would carry me to the gate after witnessing me climb out of prison, regarding me as a prisoner?

"Is he covering you to save you?" Arya was confused.

"I have no idea." I was puzzled, as well.

A weird feeling waved through me. The way to the gate seemed to be much longer than before.

I heard him coughing constantly. I lifted my eyes to observe him through the c***k of the cloak, his cloak, which gave off an oak fragrance. From his sharp jaw to prestigious features over his soft black hair, he is carved like a fragile delicate sculpture, a living work of a Greek God. He was scrutinizing me with his azure eyes through the c***k and I avoided his watch with a quickened heartbeat.

Suddenly, he stopped. I held my breath as he removed the cloak, dropped me to the ground, and let me stand on my feet.

"How do I call you?" he asked me. The moonlight shined on his hair, radiating a gentle aurora.

"Zo...ZoZo." I lied.

"ZoZo." he repeated.

I guessed he should be smart enough to tell I was lying. But he just repeated, "ZoZo."

He didn't comment on my weird name, dirty clothes, or ugly face scars, as instead, he asked me, "ZoZo, are you thirsty after escaping from the fire?" his words came out with his hand, passing me a bottle of water.

He looks gentle and pale with a bit of strange gloom on his face, totally different from any other Alphas I met.

He smiled at me, which caused my heart to beat at a fantastic rate and to almost blow up.

"Thank you." Undoing the lid, I took a sip of the water.

Breaking our eye touch, my glance caught a Ferrari hiding in the forest far away, my car driven by James, helping me escape from the death sentence.

My senses have been regained now.

Not sure what I would face after killing Omar's older brother and what he would do to me as his mate.

But one thing's for sure - if I went along with him, I would lose my freedom, which I always craved to search for the tattooed rogues who killed my parents.

My real face was covered due to it. My Rogue Pack was built for it. I chose not to die because of it, or else that 6-year-old Zopia would commit suicide after witnessing her parents' death.

"Sorry," I said as my hand moved fast, pulling my dagger out of the hilt.

A flick of shock rose in his face when my thin blade was against his white flesh neck.

"I have go," I said.

Arya gasped in disbelief and shock in my head.

His guards around us growled, anger evaporating, and their wolves almost breaking out. Cold sweat drenched my back as my hands trembled so much that I had to tightly grip my knife.

Omar, in contrast, stood still, motioning them to stop.

"I saved you, and you mean to kill me now?" he slowly asked, with a glint of contempt in his eyes hidden behind his dark lashes.

I nodded, apologizing, "truly sorry. "

Not knowing when Patton would send out guards to search for me after the fire, I had to leave as quickly as possible. Even more conversation for explanation with Omar would waste my life-saving time. Only threatening him to escape was the best option.

He sneered in the moonlight shadow, somehow frightening me suddenly. He bent down a little to convey a whisper to my ear, "not surprised you're my mate, Zopia."

My eyes widened in shock. Omar knew who I was? I breathed out, tightening my grip on the knife, and only in this way, could I steady my trembling hand. "You didn't see tonight. And now let me go." I stared at him.