The Delta's Cursed Mate

Awake

Aurora’s POV

I hadn’t felt right in many weeks. Not since I was awoken. After spending nearly 20 years in a coma, I guess it was a common thing. I watched as my family came and left the hospital. No one was really sure how I woke up. They had spent the past three years trying, but one day I just woke up.

I remembered what happened. Exactly, and it was nice to know that Dylan had died in a very painful way. It was sadistic and cruel, but he deserved nothing less. Not after what he had done to all those poor children. It was my fault. I should have left long before it got to that point. I should have gone to my brother when he first took that little girl into that room. Hours and hours of listening to her wails, until I begged him to make the room soundproof. It wasn’t until I saw that he had tried many times to clone our son did I try to escape. He had used my body to try to grow the fetus, but they all died.

When he used Delilah’s body, that’s when I realized that there was no bringing our son back. He was gone, and we should have accepted it long ago. I watched as he cut the baby from a child’s womb and began running tests on him immediately. The pup did look exactly like the one I gave birth to. My perfect boy. I should have grieved him and moved on, but no. I couldn’t. Everything that had happened to those children was my fault. Even things that my brother doesn’t know about. It would make me too much of a monster.

You’re not a monster, just a mother who loved her son. My wolf spoke to me.

I very rarely ever answered her. She didn’t feel the same as the wolf I had before, but I guess 20 years of sleep could do that to a wolf.

Lunch came like it always did, my twin brother bringing it to me, along with his mate and grandchildren. It was nice to see that he had a family. I tried not to let the bitterness in my heart.

It’s not your fault. The mate bond is strong. You only did what he told you was right.

Have you always been so optimistic, Ren? I don’t remember you being this happy.

Why would I be upset? We’re free! She yipped excitedly before curling up in a ball and going to sleep. She did that a lot. She didn’t move very much or very far, but she constantly fell asleep.

“Hey, little sister, I brought you some company.” My brother Abram said. He set Aurora on the bed next to me. She was a cuddle monster and constantly wanted me to hold her.

It was nice that my nephew wanted to honor me by naming his child after me. She snuggled in next to me and quickly fell asleep.

“How do you feel today, Aurora?”

“I’m okay. Angry. At myself, Dylan, the Goddess.” It was the same every day. If the Goddess had just allowed my son to live, none of this would have happened.

“What about your wolf, how is she feeling?” Margret asked. She was everything a Luna should be. Compassionate, strong, and motherly. She had full control of my brother the second he laid eyes on her, and the way she could calm an entire room just by looking around it.

“Ren’s fine. I think. She’s oddly optimistic.” I furrowed my brows. She never had been like that.

Even Abram was questioning it. We shifted on the same day, by that night Ren had bitten Abram’s wolf, Alister, five times. She was feisty and didn’t let anyone tell her what to do. Just like I used to be, before I lost my son. Then Ren kind of disappeared. It was hard on a wolf to lose a pup, even if we had a hundred more, that one would weigh on her for the rest of our lives.

“I feel more energetic than I have in years.” I committed. It felt as if there was a buzzing under my skin. Just like when I first got my wolf, but it was impossible. I was much older than eighteen.

Abram furrowed his brow further, “That cut on your back, how’s it feeling?”

I shrugged, “It doesn’t hurt, I asked Ren to heal it, but she said she can’t. It’s like there’s something holding her back.”

Abram’s face went even more pensive than before. He was questioning everything. It was his instinct as a first-born Alpha. My magical awakening was questionable.

“Delilah wants to talk to you.” Abram grunted, just as the door opened.

Delilah had long brown hair that hung in waves down her back. The pale skin that I had seen for years was gone, and replaced by a beautiful honey color, with deep brown eyes and small figure. She had grown into a gorgeous woman. A True Alpha. In my family.

Ren whimpered feeling the aura of Athena, the wolf inside my new niece. She radiated an almost stifling power. I had met her before, and it wasn’t this bad. Something was wrong. That thought was quickly proven when her eyes glowed a vibrant purple.

“What do you know about warlocks and witches?” It wasn’t really a question, and Ren began to groan.

“They were hunted to near extinction during the wars and Trials, they don’t interact with wolves very much and only mate with humans because their magic blood has been mixed.” Ren blathered.

I didn’t know she knew that. I didn’t know that. Witches and Warlocks were real of course but kept themselves very closed off. I had only met one briefly in passing. Dylan had paid a lot of money for a spell to heal our son, it didn’t work. Only light magic would have possibly healed our boy, but dark magic made him worse faster. I begged the warlock to reverse the spell, promising him anything I could to have as much time with my baby as I could.

Delilah nodded and sunk into a chair. She ran her hands through her hair and groaned, “Good news and bad news. I know why you woke up. It is something of a miracle, but more magical. Bad news, whatever promise you made that warlock, he collected. Not really sure when, or how, but he got what he wanted.”

I stared at her intently. Hoping she would explain further. She just sighed again. Her eyes glazed over and let out a low growl.

“I have to go, my Delta and his mate are here along with some visitors.” She left the room after kissing her sleeping daughter.

Abram was worried. I could tell. His face had gone pale and was staring at his grandchild next to me.

What did he take?