Carmiltha’s Curse - Mated to the Cruel Alpha

Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE!

In a small house made of wood, lay writhing in agony on the wooden floor, a tall, black-haired, skinny female looked to be around eighteen. Her entire body was soaked in bead-like sweat and covered in various wounds and scars ghastly to see.

She kept stifling the cries and tears that threatened to burst out at any moment while trying her best to reach an old bag near the wall. Successfully reaching it, she grabbed it, and ignoring the great discomfort that she felt, she took out some black roots and opened her trembling lips to bite on them. They were super bitter, but she had no choice. She slowly chewed on them, her eyes tightly shut as tears finally gained liberty to cascade down her cheeks.

After a short while, she opened her eyes and gradually brought herself to sit up, looking at the varied wounds on her body. She couldn’t help but weep bitterly.

“I didn’t break that antique. Why wouldn’t they believe me?” she cried, her body greatly trembling.

The closed wooden door was suddenly kicked open with so great a force that a part of it shattered. She subconsciously retreated, praying the culprit wouldn’t enter, but her wish wasn’t fulfilled.

A burly silver-haired young man who had good looks and a desirable height of 6 and a half feet, stormed into her tiny home, with the dreaded weapon in his hand- a golden spiked whip, much of its spikes were bloodied. His serious face showed he wasn’t just here to say a simple ‘Hello’.

“So you think you’re free after that beating my sister gifted you, huh? Do you know how expensive that vase is? Do you know who it belongs to?”

She frantically shook her head at his every question, hugging her knees with trembling lips, “f*****g answer me, you wretch!” he growled, causing her to flinch.

He raised the whip and made to descend it on her battered body when she hurriedly replied in a hoarse voice, “I... I am innocent, my prince. I didn’t and would never attempt such a thing. I’ve never even thought of such a vile thing. Please believe me, my prince,” she cried, getting on her knees and pressing her palms together in hopes that he might show leniency.

But that was not to be as the dreaded whip came harshly in contact with her shoulder, the spikes doing a great job at tearing.

“When I’m done with you, you’ll know not to lie again in your life,” he spat, beginning the series of hits that the whip gave to the poor female. Only when she’d passed out did he stop the lashing. He kicked her heavily in the stomach and she was flung to the wall. He then turned around and left.

Minutes later, the young woman opened her eyes again, this time with so much difficulty and hesitancy. What if her torturer was still here, waiting for her to be conscious again, so he can continue to vent his ire on her frail body?

After a while, she saw that no one was in the room besides her. That was a kind of comfort to her. She struggled to bring her body up and resolutely headed for the same bag at the extreme, wanting to chew on the roots again.

These roots, despite their bitterness, did a wonderful job of helping her heal from the numerous bruises she received each day. They were given to her each month by the Alpha’s only daughter, Angelica Woods, who always found excuses to beat her up every day.

Today, she was even on her period, but the beatings were more than the other days. Apart from these painkiller roots, she had no other medication and no sanitary products. Rags that she found in the trash, she washed them with leftover detergents thrown also in the thrash and preserved them for her monthly flows.

A knock on the half-ruined door caught her attention and she flinched before gathering courage to see who else had come to torture her. But seeing that it wasn’t an ill-minded someone, she relaxed.

“Hi dear,” she greeted with a forced smile. This action really brought pain to her but she ignored it.

Bringing herself to stand up, she walked towards the little girl trying her best to pretend she wasn’t in pain; that she was alright, but it failed this time.

Without warning, she fell to the floor and gritted her teeth as she tried to get up again but the little red-haired girl who looked around 6, run up to her and patted her head.

“Don’t force yourself, big sis,” the little one said to the adult, wearing a smile but pain could be seen in her eyes. Tears threatened to flow out at any minute but she held them back.

“Big sister, don’t worry. You’ll be fine,” she consoled and the young woman nodded.

“I know. I know that I’ll recover to some extent with the help of those cursed herbs. Of course, I know that,” the adult replied. But what’s the use of healing a bit only for the scars to be reopened the next day?

“Go back to your mistress, Labita,” she encouraged but the little one shook her head in refusal.

“Big sis, I can’t just leave you here like this. Y-You need help,”

“Yes, I need help, but what can you do for me? Can you stop the beatings? The abuses? The mockery I’m gifted each day? No, dear, you can’t. The best way you can help me now is to leave before someone finds you here. I don’t want you to share in my sorrows. You’re still so tiny, I can’t bear to see you get hurt, okay? As long as you can eat and sleep well, that’s some comfort to me every day. So, please go now, before someone finds out,” she urged the reluctant girl.

“No, big sis,”

“Go!” she barked with all her might, causing the girl to flinch.

This action gave the tears the much-desired liberation to cascade down Labita’s cheeks, “Big sister, I’m so sorry that I put you in trouble. I-I was forced to break it. Ian.... He... he threatened me that if I didn’t frame you,” she sniffed before continuing, “he’d violate you with his men. I didn’t want that to happen and he promised apart from a few strikes, nothing would happen to you. But if I also didn’t successfully frame you, then he’d violate me. I didn’t want that to happen to either of us. I had no choice. I didn’t know what to do. There wasn’t any time to tell you anything. I’m so sorry,” she cried, her knees gave.

“Please, just get out, Labita. I don’t want anyone to find us together,” the adult growled but the little one didn’t listen to her.

“It’s my fault, big sis. I’ll rectify things. I don’t want you hurt this badly again because of me. I don’t like it, sister Carmiltha, I don’t,” she frantically shook her head to make her point.

The adult rose, gritting her teeth so hard with tears flowed down her cheeks in torrents. Each step she took was with the aid of the wall. Reaching where the little one knelt and cried miserably, she dragged her up by the hair and tossed her out.

“Never dream of coming back here, Labita. If I find you twenty steps close to my abode, I will ruin your face. Get out, you cursed child. Get lost. Don’t ever come back. Forget the bond. We aren’t sisters from now on. I don’t exist to you, get lost!” she yelled and the little one rose from the ground, holding her hurting head. She looked at the adult, her lips and shoulders quivering.

“Big sis...”

“Shut it,” Carmiltha threw a slipper at the young one which she dodged, “Get out of here!”

Nodding sagely, the little girl turned around and without looking back, she ran away, wiping her tears with the skirt of her blue floral gown.

When the little one was no more in sight, Carmiltha sank to her knees and her burst out crying, “I’m sorry, Labita. Really I am. But... this is best for the two of us. Don’t ever come back here. I’m an everlasting roach remember? As long as you’re okay, I have the strength to see the next day. So never come back here. Forget about the sibling bond,” she said in a low voice, “Please never come back here, little sister. Never...” she passed out.