Bound To The Cursed Lycan Alpha

Chapter 6

ATHENA

Before I could steady myself, a tall, imposing figure approached. He wore armor adorned with intricate designs, and his eyes were dark as shadows. He dwarfed everyone else I had seen in my life. He was indeed the monster that the people spoke about. His hair was long, dark and unbound. The way it alighted the hardness of his features only made him even more daunting in appearance.

But what I thought was most odd and terrifying about the Alpha were his veins. They were highlighted on his arms to his elbows. It looked like death itself flowed through his veins, which made his aura more severe.

"What have you brought to me?" he demanded, his voice deep and commanding.

"An assassin, Alpha. We found a weapon with her," one of the guards responded, while another showed him the knife.

Alpha's gaze narrowed as he studied me. "Is that so?" he mused, circling around me like a predator assessing its prey. "Who sent you, little wolf?" There was no amusement in his voice.

I struggled to sit up, wincing as I moved. Everything hurt. "I... I was sent by the Phoenix Alpha," I managed to say.

A murmur rippled through the guards at my words, and I could see the Alpha's interest piqued even further. His green eyes accessed me even further.

"So Enzo sent a woman to my territory, huh?" He replied, his tone tinged with both disbelief and curiosity. "A woman?" He let out a laughter.

I swallowed hard, trying to summon the courage to speak. "I... I had no choice… I…"

The Alpha's expression darkened, and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. "There is always a choice, little wolf?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

I said nothing, but gazed up at him, looking at his hand. I noticed that even his own men stood far away from him as though he were a plague.

I gulped. “I…I…” I began, but was immediately cut short.

"You should have heard by now, little wolf. No one comes in here and makes it out alive."

Then, at a speed I could not comprehend, he was right in front of me, his hand around my neck, forcing me to look up at his face. A menacing smile slashed across his lips.

"Send my regards to the fallen heroes just like you," his green eyes flashed gold.

My mind was spiraling. This was the end. He touched me. My body would burn spontaneously and that would be the end. I failed in my quest, failed my mother, and failed my child. I had failed myself. I had pursued Enzo's happiness instead of mine. I wished I had lived for myself.

I squinted my eyes open to find the shocked faces staring back at me and then at the Cursed Lycan himself. My vision was still blurry because of the blood which had found its way to my eyes. His surprised expression had shifted to a confused one. His golden eyes had changed back to their normal dark color.

“That has never happened before,” he said coldly, staring at me with heavy scrutiny, enough to send shivers down my spine. “You are immune,” his voice came again, this time coldly.

I gulped loudly.

I watched him turn on his heel, took a few steps and turned to the guards.

“Strip her!” He ordered loudly, that I noticed the guards flinch.

I held on to my torn cloth tightly. I didn’t want to be stripped by those men.

The guards started approaching me to carry out their Alpha’s order. I bet I wasn’t the first woman they have ever stripped.

Just then, the door to the courtroom was pushed open, and two women dressed magnificently walked

in. The older woman was staring at me from a distance with disbelief written all over her face.

“Is she the trespasser that is immune to your touch?” she questioned.

“Yes mother,” the Alpha replied, his gaze not shifting from me.

“But that has never happened, has it? She must be wearing a protective charm.” The older

woman’s voice came again.

The alpha turned his gaze at his guards and motioned them to carry on with his orders.

“Please don’t,” I found myself stuttering while I held my clothes tightly as though my life depended on it.

“You do not want to be stripped?” the Alpha questioned, his voice resonating with darkness.

I nodded.

“Then I’ll have to do that myself.”

As though I was under his spell, I freed my hand involuntarily and allowed him to strip off my clothes.

I have felt someone have dominance over my body like that except for the Alpha of the pack that sent me to this deadly quest. Only Enzo had such dominance over me. That is when it dawned on me that the cursed Lycan does not only make people rot by merely touching them, he makes you do things to by just telling you to. He is as deadly as they said.

Despite how hard I tried to stop myself from letting him strip me, his hold on me was to no avail. His scent was becoming over powering too.

When my clothes finally dropped just above my feet, there was a loud gasp. Everyone in the room held on a surprised look except for the cursed Alpha, who was staring back at me with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. My face was wet with tears of humiliation. They were all staring at my naked body.

“The mark…” the old woman muttered.

She came to my front and looked at me with horrified awe. Her eyes were right on mine. “She… She bears the bond mark,” she stuttered this time.

What does she mean by the bond mark? That was totally impossible since I accepted Enzo’s rejection and that means our bond mark would automatically be erased by the moon goddess.

“She has the Obsidian brand,” the young woman gasped with her hands covering her mouth.

Unable to hold back my curiosity, my hand instinctively reached for the back of my neck, but I felt nothing out of the ordinary. I turned as best as I could, but it was to no avail. Whatever mark it is they saw, I’m sure it must be a big deal for them. They were all staring at me surprised except for the cursed Lycan who still maintained a calm façade.

“Cover her up,” the younger lady ordered one of the guards, and he did exactly as he was commanded.

“You bear my mark.”

I gulped loudly. My lungs forgot their function for a few seconds, and I was confused on what exactly was going on. I might have survived his touch, but something tells me I’m not free yet.

“Please believe me. I mean no harm,” I muttered, my voice coming out cracked.

His eyes left mine momentarily to fall on the guard who was holding the knife that dropped from my body. I immediately fell on my knees.

“Please spare my life,” I begged, my palms rubbing against each other.

He said nothing, just stared at me, deaf to my pleas.

In a flash of light, he was squatting very close to me that I could feel his hot breath. This was it. He is definitely going to end me without his touch. I closed my eyes, making the tears that had already formed in my eyes to drop freely while I prayed to the moon goddess.

“And why would I spare you, Mate?” a growl escaped his lips.