My Mate is My Curse

Chapter 7

Zopia's POV

I didn't expect him to free me so quickly. Until I crept into the car, I was still in a trance. Looking through the window, I couldn't help but to peek a glance at Omar. Why did he let me go without any fights or arguments?

The car was moving, and soon, his intimidating silhouette was out of my sight. The exhaustion washed over me so I gave up on analyzing his thoughts.

"Zopia...um..." My Beta James was driving while glimpsing at me in curiosity.

"Just say whatever you want to say." I yawned groggily.

"Is your hair barked by dogs?" He asked before bursting into a laugh.

I straightened up abruptly and punched him in the chest. “Ouch.” he yelled, pressing his chest.

In order to escape from the prison, I cut my face, screwed my hair, and tore my clothes, disguising myself in a mess.

Arya said in distress, "Omar must find you too ugly to be his mate. I didn't get the chance to meet his wolf!"

I gulped as Omar's pale face flashed before my vision.

James said, "your newest outlook is bold. I bet the world's poorest beggar will refuse to wear your clothes."

"Are you summoned to death?" I gazed at him.

"I'm saying you're fashionable, the hottest model in the werewolf." he put up a hand in surrender.

I buckled my seat belt. "Hold your steering wheel."

"Yes, my lord." he bowed to me slightly.

"How many rogues did you catch today?" I asked, holding little expectation for his answer.

"Nine. No clues about the tattooed rogues or the blind she-wolf." his face suddenly sank.

"Okay." Lifting my hands up, my fingers ran along the scars on my face.

He peered up at me. "Can you remove your scarred mask?"

"Of course not." I squirmed in the seat, finding the most comfortable position.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but paused.

Observing his unreadable expression, I asked, "what are you going to say?"

He spoke out, "you have covered your face for years. Even if someone wants to catch you before, they won't recognize you now."

"You don't understand me." I wanted to talk about something other than this topic.

"Arya mind-linked me, saying you meet your mate. Do you want him to regard you as a weirdo?"

I adjusted my sleeve and stared at the creases in the cuffs, unwilling to reply.

"When do you plan to have a normal life? You have hidden our Rogue Pack for three years, covering yourself for years. Is it there really existing a blind she-wolf with red hair leading some chrysanthemum tattooed rogues killing your parents?"

He really pissed me off. I instantly sat up straight, "James, stop. None of your business."

"Why? I'm thinking for your benefit. You need to live your own life now."

I gritted my teeth, lowering my voice, "that she-wolf and her rogues killed my parents. I swear to find them. I assure you they are living devils."

"Zopia, we have traced them for three years since I became your so-called Beta. But what do we find?"

Furious about him questioning me, I just stared at him.

He continued, talking fast, "nothing! We found nothing! Zopia, those evil rogues are gone! Plus, you find your mate. It's time for you to go back to normal life!"

"You know nothing, stop filling me in!" I used a tone full of authority, causing him to finch.

He sighed before saying harshly, "you look tired. Take a nap. I'll call you when we arrive."

"Fine." I closed my eyes before falling into a dream.

No more complex thoughts.

Groggily sleeping, I unconsciously fell into a nightmare.

...

The night was pouring down heavy rain, tapping the metal roof rhythmically. My parents were sleeping peacefully right beside me. I slept between them, which I wasn't allowed to do except on such a thundering night.

In the dream, I was back to a 6-year-old girl.

"Babe." my mum woke up, looking at me, "want to pee?"

"Mama..." I stuttered.

"Mama, I miss you." I snuggled into her.

"Oh babe." she shuffled my hair.

"Zopia, let your mama sleep." It was my dad's voice. "I'll take you to the bathroom."

I flipped to my side to see my dad, a man of scrupulous appearance, always with a very stern air. "Papa." I cried out.

"What's wrong with you?" my mum giggled. "Dream something bad?"

I nodded, then I shook my head crazily. No. Dreaming about my parents was the best dream.

Thump-

Large noises burst from downstairs as though evil stomped on the ground and cracked it.

Suddenly, a weird fragrance wafted into my nostrils, causing a dizzy feeling to overcome me and collapse my mind.

My mum and dad looked at each other warily as they could read each other's thoughts.

The next second, my dad dragged me, stumbled to the wardrobe, and put me inside. "Whatever happened, don't go out." He warned me before closing the door.

"No, papa..." I hadn't finished the words before my dad froze me in place, which was one of his gifts.

I wasn't able to talk or move. But the doors weren't wholly shut. I could see outside through the tiny c***k.

The bedroom door burst open, and people wearing silver masks strode in. My eyelids felt heavy as I attempted to keep them open. I could tell one of them was a woman, who was the only one who didn't wear a mask, standing in front of all the men.

Her purple eyes lack light as they are covered with some specks of dust. Under her right eye is a long gross scar, destroying her beautiful features. Her curly red hair was brightened like a burning flame sweeping the wooden floor.

What made me most surprised was the gold glass in her hand. Every time she shook the glass, it would splash out golden bubbles, and my head grew heavier.

She was leading a group of rogues, coming near my parents.

My mum and dad stood in the center, holding each others' hands tightly.

"Why are you here?" It seemed that my dad knew them.

Two men wearing masks stood beside the blind woman in front of all the other masked armed men.

"Old fella, you have to die today." one of them said coldly. At one point, I could feel his strong aura coming off him.

My eyes widened in shock, and my breathing quickened. No, no, no...I had to leave this suffocating wardrobe to go out to save my parents. I had to move, but my fingertips wouldn't listen, turning number.

As I was more anxious, the dizzy feeling waved through my mind stronger like a flood. My eyelids fell repeatedly, and all the movements blended into one blur.

I couldn't resist closing my eyes before losing my sensations.

...

When I woke up, breathing out in panic, I thought I should be back in the car, in reality.

But no. I was still in the wardrobe. Still frozen in place, in the nightmare.

My nose burned from the strong smell of blood, then I saw the most horrible picture I would never forget.

My dad was ripped limb by limb, lying in a pool of blood. Thousands of wolfsbane nails were dug into his head, neck, chest, and entire body. He must have suffered from hellish torture before death.

His eyes weren't shining anymore. Even so, he was looking in the direction of the wardrobe, love-filled eyes looking at me. I knew, before his death, he was telling me not to get out.

"Zo...cover your face to live." there was a broken sentence left as he mind-linked me, which was the last word he said.

Tears streamed down my face, and every inch of my skin dripped sweat and stung. My heart was shattered into pieces. But I was too terrified to make any sound.

"Don't move, b***h!"

My eyes followed the voice, finding my mum. I saw a scary scene, reaching for my hands to clamp my mouth tightly. I held my scream back to my deep throat, tears running down, causing a blur in my eyes.

You see, that was the first time I learned how to torture someone.