My Mate is My Curse

Chapter 5

Omar's POV

Five hours ago.

I was in my pack's dungeon.

"Where is Athena?" I pinched the jaw of a witch.

"Please...let go...I didn't know her..." she pleaded, tears busting out.

I smirked, my hand moving onto her left breast, squeezing it. She was trembling, which ignited my excitement about teasing her.

I beamed a smirk, the other hand flicking her hair away from her face to behind her ear, "if you don't know her, you must die here."

"No, plea-" her voice ended as my hand went through her body, digging out her heart, drenching her flesh with blood. She died with eyes filled with astonishment.

I heard screams. Behind her, a line of witches was hung on the wall with long silver chains.

"Who's next?" I smiled, with hands holding a bloody heart.

"I...know. I know Athena!" Some of them cried out.

"Say it," I said, throwing the heart to my Beta Alex. He passed me a pure white handkerchief.

"Athena died a long time ago..." They chirped up quickly and hurried up to save their own lives.

I slowly wiped the blood on my hand, staining the white handkerchief, disappointed at their words.

They looked at me with horror and hope. "You will let us go, right?" A small witch asked.

I smiled. "Of course." They let out a sigh.

"Kill them all. " I made a command.

"Yes," Alex answered quickly.

"But you said you let us go-" the witches screamed, but their blood splashed on the wall, like drawing out a bunch of beautiful roses.

"Yes, I let you go to hell, liars." I spat the words, staring at their corpses indifferently.

As my hand was wiped clean, I threw the handkerchief, stepped up the stone stairs and walked out of the dungeon.

"Alpha Omar." Guards at the dungeon gate bowed to me.

I started to cough fiercely. The guards looked at me worriedly.

"I'm okay." I comforted them with a weak voice.

My wolf Ryder sneered inside, "you are a great actor, pretending to be weak after cruelly killing girls."

I didn't reply to him, pacing back to my office. I coughed along the road, and my pack members greeted me with worried faces.

"Jesus, I felt gross. Can you show your real face, at least to your pack members? You have pretended to be weak for more than ten years..."

Reaching my office, I twisted the door knob, stepping in. My wolf was still complaining about me pretending to be ill for a long time.

"Ryder." I stopped him. " I asked the witch to give me a potion."

Ryder asked, "what's that for?"

" For drugging my wolf to be dumb without hurting my own body." My eyes fell on a green glass bottle on the shelves, informing my cute Ryder that it's the poison preparing for him.

Silent for one minute.

Then he whimpered inside, "you're... 're a psycho...I've never seen someone drug...their own wolves."

"Well, I do, if you keep suspecting my decision. Remember, you're merely one of my weapons. I can abandon you - a useless weapon, anytime I want. Keep silent. Understand?"

Ryder crazily nodded his head inside.

Boiling the hot coffee, I was just going to enjoy the peaceful afternoon. Someone knocked on the door, "Omar, I'm Alex. Sorry to interrupt you..."

"Alpha Omar, please avenge Peter. Alpha!" My door was suddenly pushed open with a bang! The one who was talking behind Alex was Jason. He moved in front of me with rapid wolf speed, "Alpha, Peter was murdered in the East Pack." he gritted his teeth, furious.

I waved to Alex. He received my command and closed the door, leaving Jason and me in.

"Peter, your older brother was killed!" Jason repeated his words angrily.

"I heard you. And you interrupt my coffee time." I said.

He frowned.

I put down my coffee, "how about seeing a vision with me? You will be thrilled to see your best friend in that vision. Open your eyes and check them carefully."

Jason scratched his hair, "what vision? Please avenge P-"

"Shhh." I put a finger on his lips, silencing him. "Turn left. See that white curtain."

He spun to the left in hesitation while a scene gradually appeared on the curtain.

A strong boy was laughing while whipping a weak little boy with a belt.

"Do you recognize who they are?" I asked Jason. His breath became fast.

"You can tell the strong boy is Peter, and the weak one is me, right?"

"Omar, I-I'm not Peter's friend..."

"Shhh, the movie didn't finish. Keep seeing." I patted his shoulder.

...

Every time the whip fell on little Omar's weak body, he would twitch fiercely, biting his lips hard without making any noise.

"Bastard, you weak bastard, don't deserve to be Alpha's son," Peter shouted with an ear-piercing shriek.

"Plead me now! I let you go." Peter squatted down, yanking the little Omar up by his collar.

Little Omar's sapphire eyes turned pitch-dead black, staring at Peter in hatred.

Word by word, Little Omar struggled to say, "your father, a little warrior, died to save my father in the war. So you became my adopted brother, but you'll never become an Alpha like I am."

Peter was irritated, lifting little Omar by his hair and hitting his head on the cold tile floor. The blood burst out from little Omar's head while he smiled excitedly before fainting out.

...

"Good, the movie is finished." I turned to Jason. "What do you want to say, Jason? Was Peter killed?"

"Yes...yes," Jason said, voice low.

"Aren't you his best friend?" I asked.

"I'm not." he flinched.

"Yes, you are." I smiled, "my best friend should die on the same day. Don't you say?"