Carmiltha’s Curse - Mated to the Cruel Alpha

Chapter Two

Chapter two!

Splash!

The chilliness woke up Carmiltha. She quickly sat up from the cold, and seeing that the person who poured her the frigid water was the Beta’s 15-year-old daughter, Rebecca Morrison, she internally sighed. Who was she to complain about her actions?

“Why aren’t you kneeling?” the brown-haired teenage girl spat in ire. “Yes, yes. I’m sorry,” she apologized and quickly did as the girl wanted. Seeing this, the girl wore a smug, conceited face.

“You know what I’m here for?” she asked.

How would Carmiltha not know? This weird teenager always liked to post her suffering online. Guess she was pretty popular out there now. All those who had weird fetishes must relish seeing her in a pitiful state every day.

“Miss, I’m on my period today. So I can’t strip,” she informed in a small voice, “Please, don’t be mad, I’ll do anything else that you want,”

“Oh! I see,” the girl said in realization.

Usually, whenever Rebecca told her to, she would just do a video of Carmiltha imitating the sounds of almost ten animals, no matter how parched her voice was. She wondered what animal she imitate today.

Surprisingly, the little girl yanked her by her hair, “I’ve come up with a mental list of things that I want you to do for me. My followers want fresher and spicier content. So I don’t care what it is that your problem is. Strip completely, you lazy thing!”

The stunned Carmiltha just couldn’t believe what she’d heard. She wanted those psycho fans of hers on the Vtok app to see her bleeding without anything covering her? No, this was just too much. She couldn’t do it. She’d rather be beaten severely.

Seeing that the wretched slave had no intention of doing as she ordered, the girl’s anger shot through the roof, “I’m going to make you pay,” with those last words, she stormed out of the home.

Carmiltha didn’t know what she was going to do but she didn’t care whatever it was, as long as she could keep some dignity.

However, an hour later two pack guards came over and dragged her to the dungeon, locking her in the worst part- the Z section. A prison cell that the most dangerous criminals occupied.

After being mercilessly thrown inside the cell, the guards quickly locked the gate and departed.

The cell was dimly lit but she could make out the faces of ten men who smelled bad. That wasn’t the big issue here. It was the lustful eyes with which they looked at her.

“Wow! Finally, a meat pie has fallen from the sky. I bet you must be very delicious,” she heard one of them say with evil laughter.

“Ooh, I bet she’s a virgin too. I like deflowering such ones. It’s been so long. I wonder if I’ve lost my skill,” another man said. As he rose, the chains clanged. She couldn’t see that well in the dark but they could because they had all shifted while she had no wolf.

“Come, let’s have fun together,” the man beckoned, dragging her by her feet, ignoring her screams for help.

The next morning, the cell's gate was opened and the guards found the most cruel of the ten men stuffed in this smelly place, hungrily pounding Carmiltha who no longer had any scream to scream out her pain or resist.

The other prisoners were cheering him on, ignoring the presence of the guards, as the man rotated his hips at a faster pace.

The guards waited until the bastard cummed before going over to separate them and drag the drained Carmiltha out.

At the prison’s main entrance, the guards threw her to the ground without clemency before returning to their post.

Tears flowed down her cheeks and she kept sniffing as she tried to crawl; her legs were too weak to stand.

Before being thrown out of the prison entirely, those vile guards had forced her to drink wolfsbane and also abortion drugs so there won’t be any chance of her becoming pregnant for those vile spawns in Z section.

Reaching her home after a long crawl and ridicule from others, she passed out.

3 days later.

It was a full moon night.

She has been feeling unwell since morning and the only medicine she could get was those dry roots. Her fever didn’t go down, instead, it magnified tonight. Soon she felt the strong urge to crouch and after she did that, she felt her backbone snap.

Her eyes widened in realization and horror of what was happening. She was about to shift.

Months ago, she had turned 18 and since she didn’t shift, she concluded that she had no wolf. She had lost all hope but now she suddenly was shifting without warning.

She didn’t know what else to do, except that she couldn’t let anyone know that she was shifting. So she gritted her teeth and endured the excruciating pain of her bones snapping, cracking, and reforming into that of a wolf’s.

...

The next day,

Carmiltha who has passed out after successfully shifting into her wolf for the first time, woke up.

She saw she was now in human form and completely nude. Well, that was to be expected.

‘Morning, Carmiltha,’ she heard a cheerful female voice.

There was no one besides her in this tiny home and so without a doubt, she knew her voice was in her head, it belonged to her wolf.

So she zones out for a while and communicated with her wolf telepathically.

Her wolf excitedly told her that she could smell their mate in this pack but Carmiltha frowned.

If her mate was in this pack, then no matter what identity and wolf rank, she’d get rejected. After all, which clear-sighted man would accept a punching bag for a mate?

Her wolf, Selina soon went into slumber and Carmiltha picked up the ripped gown of yesterday. ...

A day later,

Carmiltha was slowly eating the cold leftovers that she’d been able to get from the kitchen after receiving ten slaps. When she was about to chew on the bit of meat in her food, her half-ruined door got destroyed by a kick from a certain someone- it was Harold, the Alpha prince.

He looked angry- he was always angry towards her anyways. But she wondered why he came here looking this enraged.

She hadn’t disobeyed his sister’s command nor broken anything precious to him. So why was he here? Was it to vent his frustrations on her, after she was the pack punching bag? Could she even complain?

However, her wolf unexpectedly cried out, ‘Mate! Carmiltha, he’s our mate!’

‘What?’ Carmiltha asked her wolf in disbelief. But a slap from Harold quickly brought her back to reality. She looked at him with fear, “Al-Alpha prince,” she stuttered.

“Is the moon goddess blind?” he questioned but she shook her head in response, holding back the urge to cry. Damn, that slap really hurt a lot, her left jaw was even dislocated. Now it was frantically trying to heal itself, one of the benefits of being a shifted werewolf.

“f*****g answer me!” Harold spat in fury.

“N-No, your highness,” she managed to say, ignoring the ache.

Immediately, pulling her by her hair, making her wince, he questioned again, “So tell me, why of all females in the world, she had to pair me with you this wretched lowlife, huh? Speak!” he barked, causing her to flinch.

As she opened her mouth to speak while sniffing with tears rolling down her eyes, she couldn’t manage to say a word.

This angered him even more and he hit her right cheek.

“I don’t know,” she cried out in a parched voice, her entire body shaking.

Letting go of her hair, he grunted and hit her bamboo bed, smashing it to bits, “No, I can’t accept this rubbish,” he spat.

Carmiltha had gotten to her knees, trying to stifle a sorrowful cry, “Please, your Highness, don’t be mad at me. It’s not my fault,”

“I, Harold Woods, reject you, Carmiltha as my mate and future Luna!”

These words were expected, considering the height of his fury towards her but it still hurt her so much, her wolf whimpered as she bore the pain of rejection for Carmiltha.

“I accept your rejection, Alpha Prince. And I, Carmiltha Hemsworth, also reject you, Harold Woods, as my mate,” she said through gritted teeth. She couldn’t be the only one who suffered the searing pain of rejection.

“Never to be bound together again,” she added, using her right index finger which had transformed into a claw to slit her right wrist open.

Harold felt as if his heart was being ripped out. It lasted a few minutes and he tried not to faint. Eventually, it subsided.

“You b***h, I’m going to make you regret causing me pain!” he spat, tearing off her faded old gown and dragging her out of the tiny house, by her hair.

...

Minutes later

The enraged Harold had tied her to an erected pole in a place where others could easily discover her. A whiteboard was hung around her neck which read in bold black letters, “Stone, poke at, punch or slap me!”

Then he left angrily.

Soon pack members who were passing by, stopped to do to her whatever in the board interested them.

Her mouth had been taped and her eyes blindfolded. She had no way to cry out her anguish.

This happened to her for two days straight without any food or water.

...

Maddox Greyson, Alpha of Blood Crystal pack, a cruel man who murdered his dad to get the throne, had suddenly paid a visit to Moon Stream pack.

His intimidating presence got everyone in the pack nervous, the Alpha included.

“To what do I owe this visit, Alpha Maddox?” Dean Woods, alpha king of the Moon Stream pack asked, trying not to sound nervous in his tone.

It was widely known that this Alpha before him was the incarnate of doom. He was a relentless and war-hungry man. Any pack who defied him were all six feet under the earth, their survivors were made into slaves that did very hard labor.

No one knew why he'd suddenly recalled to come here but they felt it wasn’t just to chitchat or to kill boredom.

“Do you not welcome me?” Alpha Maddox asked, his right eyebrow c****d.

“Hahaha,” Alpha Dean sheepishly laughed, “who wouldn’t welcome you? I just was curious you know. If we knew you were coming, we could have prepared well in advance,”

“Oh? You mean prepare enough assassins to try to finish me off before I get here?” Alpha Maddox questioned again and the latter hurriedly answered, waving his hands in denial:

“No-No. I wouldn’t dare!” at this point, Harold’s dad was sweating.

“Don’t be nervous, old man,” Maddox smirked, “it doesn’t suit you,” he added.

Alpha Dean frantically nodded, “I’m actually here to discuss business with you,” he disclosed.

“Business?” Alpha Dean didn’t seem convinced but he dare not let it show, “What business do you have in mind, alpha Maddox?”

“Simple,” Alpha Maddox rubbed his palms together, “I’m here to collect part of your businesses in the human world, namely, I want to be the new owner of the companies listed on this paper.”

His subordinate, Delta Lawrence, handed the paper to Harold’s father without any sign of respect, not that the latter could complain about it.

Alpha Dean read the contents of the paper and his face contorted into a deep frown as he asked, “You want Houstinion restaurant, Black Spade estate company, Serene Gardens, and pleasure park, Legion bank, and also LoveGem Ltd?”

That was practically making them almost bankrupt. These were their main businesses! He was right, this Alpha Maddox didn’t come just to gossip; he was here for trouble.

Probably, he’d marked their pack as the next one to attack.

“In return, what will you give us?” Alpha Dean asked through clenched teeth.

“Your lives,” the other Alpha replied smugly.

“I... I don’t understand,”

“Are you so old that you can’t understand a very simple sentence?” Maddox smirkingly asked.

“I...” Alpha Dean stuttered, finding no words to say. What could he really say?

“You have three days to decide or else...” the smug Alpha King didn’t need to finish his sentence, because the other side surely understood very well.

Hands conceitedly tucked in his pockets, he leisurely left the throne room with his Delta.

Upon coming out of the throne room, Maddox decided to see a bit more of this pack. Maybe there was a beautiful b***h he could take home and rape to death to further spite Alpha Dean. It would be better if it was the alpha’s daughter. He heard she was a captivating beauty.

All who saw him bowed and avoided him like plague, no doubt, due to their fear of him.

Suddenly he smelled a jasmine fragrance. He started sniffing and looking around, his Delta appeared baffled by his alpha’s actions.

Yet, he followed his king to a deserted place that had a little house only.

The wooden house was tiny, wretched, and had no door.

The Delta wondered what fascinated his alpha so much that he came all the way to this terrible place. Upon entering the house, Maddox’s face changed to that of worry and anger.

Yes, that enticing smell of Jasmine was his mate, and this skinny, bruised lady right here, writhing on the wooden floor with no bed in sight, was none other than his mate!

“Damn it!” he spat, rushing to scoop her from the floor. Her temperature was high and she was greatly shaking in his arms, her eyes tightly shut.

Alpha Dean and his son with his beta were still in the throne room, each one tense, thinking about what to do.

“Father, we just can’t give up these businesses like that!” said a worried Harold. “Then we stand the risk of being annihilated, son!” the alpha stated the obvious.

Before his beta could say what was on his mind, the double doors of the throne room were kicked down and all three of them felt a menacing aura, possessed only by an Alpha, an angry one!

Soon enough, the angry alpha Maddox stormed into the place, a certain female in his arms.

“Explain this, you morons! Why is my mate bruised and left for dead? How dare you hurt my mate like this? You don’t put me in your eyes, do you?” he growled, his chest heaving rapidly as he clenched his teeth.

Harold’s eyes widened when he saw the female’s face. It was actually his rejected mate, that wretched Carmiltha? How come? He just rejected it a few days ago!

“This...” Alpha Dean found it difficult to explain. Should he tell the already incensed Alpha king that the girl in his arms whom he claimed to be his mate, was Moon Stream’s punching bag?

Their situation had just gotten from bad to worse.

“In two days I want you to present your daughter to me in the exact same state, make sure all of her limbs are broken. If you dare to play any tricks, I will send you all six feet deep!” his threats weren’t to be taken lightly. He meant every word he said!

With that, the pissed man left with his mate in his arms. After his departure, Alpha Dean passed out.