The Cursed Alpha And His Sacred Golden Wolf

Dalia I'm sitting with my mother on our meditation rug. Our home is a cozy little cottage in the woods. I'm about ten years old. Wind chimes blow outside the window. Our candle glows between us. “I am a vampire.” “I am a vampire.” “That’s right, sweetheart. You are all vampire. Never forget that.” My mother’s thick Romanian accent like music to my ears. She is beautiful with her mixed features and black curls I would run my fingers through as a kid. She smiles back, handing me our special tea. I giggle, loving these moments together. She begins to fade, and the candle goes out. I’m all alone. “Momma!” I scream. The room becomes cold. I can’t hear the wind chimes anymore. I begin to shiver when I hear footsteps, and I’m bolted away. My arms can only reach so far, though. My eyes scan the room. My heartbeat starts to slow back down. It was a dream. The dream I have a lot lately. Especially here. I heard the people talking outside my door that this is sacred native American land. I am sure that energy is causing this. I touch my neck to feel my pulse. It was just a dream. I’m in the tower I was locked away in. Held captive for the attempted coup I just made alongside my father for power and the crown. I am Dalia Cretu, hidden love child of the former Vampire King. Making me next in line for the crown. But honestly, I have never wanted that position. It was forced upon me when my father showed up on our doorstep to train me. He finally was free of his wife, the Vampire Queen, right as she was killed by my half-sister. He went into hiding, showing up at our door with the news. I was so excited because I could finally be free. I could go outside and meet others. But then my mother became ill. We both stayed by her side until she took her last breath. After she was gone, I was lost. But my father remained and began to train me. To prepare me for my destiny as the rightful Vampire Queen. I just wanted him in my life. So, I went along with his plans. He led an army to attack the throne. We lost all of those worthless men except for my father and I. Makes me think Daddy planned it like that, to be honest. Except now, I am chained in a room high up in the tower of my sister’s castle. My father, I feel, has been killed. I swear I felt his soul pass by as he journeyed to the depths of hell. Once again, I am all alone. I accept my fate. I await my sister to come give the final blow. To kill me like she has killed every other member of her family. Then maybe I can be with my mother again in that mountainside cabin. Just the two of us like all of my childhood. The sound of footsteps brings me from my thoughts. As their footsteps get closer up the winding stairs, I calm my heartbeat. If this is my end. I shall go out with honor. For my mother. The cell door opens and in walks my sister Queen Mira and her mate King Iroquois. She is about the same height as I am. Same brown skin and dark hair. We bear no resemblance, but she is stunning. There seems to be a glow around her. I can say she is one hell of a fighter. I enjoyed our battle out on the field here before she took me down. I can tell father taught her as well. She ended up with more training than I did. Otherwise, I could have taken her. I inwardly smirk at my delusional optimism. Mira’s mate looks like all the hot men that play the part of the dangerous tanned gods in every movie. His hair is shaved on the sides. A long jet-black braid reaches down his back. He is covered in tattoos that peak from his sleeves and top of his shirt. He has the cheekbones and bone structure like this is the very land his ancestors originated from. A god of a man well over six feet for sure and all war and muscle. Good job on that, mate, sis, I think to myself. But I am sure she is not here for pleasantries. I could feel that my father was dead. Either she would spare me or kill me. Vampire law is death to anyone who threatens the life of the Queen. “So why are you here?” Mira asks while taking a seat in my only chair in my barely furnished room. “Obviously for this warm welcome and sisterly love.” Yeah, I have a smart mouth. I really should work on that one day. She smirks at me, and I want to say her mate chuckled on the inside. “Well, we need to see if we are, in fact, blood related before we can get our matching family reunion t-shirts.” She sits poised like on her throne. No emotions were shown in her face. That being said, I get no evil within her. I may be a practicing vampire, but I also have other gifts. Like I can sense things about people. The woman before me was not the evil monster my father led me to believe. I notice them both staring at me, trying to get a read on me as well. I totally understand the distrust. I mean, I did just sneak on their land and participate in a war. “The doctor is on her way.” “And once you find out that I am your sister?” I ask. “Then I decide if you live or die.” Mira states. A few days and a confirmed blood test later, I remain in my room. One step closer to finding out if I die or I get a second chance to actually enjoy my life. Since then, I’ve remained in wrist chains to control any magic I may have. The longer I have sat her, I have been thinking that maybe old daddy dear was using me to get the crown for himself. Me, needing someone just went along with it. Solitude gives you a lot of time to reflect. Since the last visit I get surprisingly great meals to eat. Some books of my choosing were brought up as well. I just want to get this over with. I knew this was a suicide mission, and I'm one step closer to seeing my mom again. I hear footsteps of the lady who brings up my food. Coming to retrieve my tray. The door opens, and in comes the woman not making eye contact. Going directly for the tray. The warrior guarding me today watches the housekeeper. Then she frowns. “Everything was lovely. Thank you.” I tell her. “I’m sorry ma’am, you didn’t drink your blood?” She notices. Damn it, I forgot to pour most of it down the drain or flush it. Yeah, so weird thing about me, I don’t actually crave blood. Never have. I have faked it my whole life. The taste of blood makes me want to gag. But I can’t let anyone in on this secret. My mother told me what stands out is always dangerous. Blend in. “Oh, I had an extra brought up earlier. I am full! Thank you.” I smile as she nods, taking away the tray. I look away when the guard looks at me with the same expression. I am used to this from back home in Romania. Once I was free to venture out, I was looked at weirdly. I didn’t do the usual vampire things like bite people for fun. Drain them of blood. I could fly, though. It was never enough for onlookers. I exhale, reminding myself to be on guard. Focus on hiding my secrets better. Especially my headaches. Then suddenly, I can smell them approaching. Their footsteps get closer as they take the winding staircase to my room. I repositioned the chains that are attached to my wrist getting situated for the visit. My sister is near, and her scent has changed slightly. Her mate is with her and a third new scent. It smells really good. The door opens and in walk the king and queen. I sit on the bed poised and not at all fearful of my looming death. “Hello sister.” I begin as the new scent enters the room. So tall he ducks to enter the room. Goddess, he is stunning. Over seven feet tall and all muscle. Beautiful smooth skin and jet-black hair and eyes. He looks directly into my soul. I even think my leg’s part an inch. “I know we are just getting to know each other, but I didn’t think we were to the ‘hook your sister up’ phase?” “He isn’t a gift for you. This is Maximus. He has abilities. He is here to see what your intentions are.” Mira tells me and goddess. I hope he can’t read every thought on my mind. “You are a seer?” It isn’t a question. He gives a small smile. “Something like that.” He chuckles, and I think I just melted. He obviously knows the effect he has on people. I focus on my sister, who I see watching me intensely. She is trying to read me. Well, sis, all you will read is thanks to this massive man, I am now horny as hell, and I am trying to hide that fact. Wait, did he chuckle? Can he hear my thoughts. I’m f****d. Stop talking to yourself! ‘Hello Dalia, this won’t hurt a bit.” He tells me as he moves behind me and places a hand on both sides of my head. He begins chanting and I feel weird. I feel like something inside me is trembling. Trying to come to the surface. Then I notice the room begins to shake. “What the hell was that?” I yell. “Interesting. She has special powers but they have been shielded.” Maximus begins. “But I can tell you that she is not a threat to you, my queen.” I let out an exhale on that part. That and he didn’t mention my lustful thoughts. I thought I was ready for my death but suddenly I desire more. Also, what the heck is shielding me and what are my powers? “Very well. I trust Maximus with his findings. We need to let the witches look at what dark magic is around you first.” Mira begins using magic to make the chains on my wrists drop off. “That being said. I killed my mother, father and sister because they double crossed me. Don’t think I won’t add you to the list.” “Understood. I do want to thank you for your grace. I can leave so you never have to see me again.” I tell her. “…and go where? Do you have any other family?” Mira asks me as I feel her mate send her a mind-link. Then she blushes so I know it’s not about me. “You two are cute. Even after all this you are still all over each other.” I tease as I massage my wrists from where the chains were on me. They both smirk more so to each other. “So, what would you like us to do? Maximus asks my sister. “After she is cleared by the witches, we can move her to another room until we figure out what our next step is with her.”