CURSED TO BE HIS MATE

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“No one knows, follow your heart,” he spoke, and before I could process his words, his hands reached to my waist. A little closer, he closed his eyes but slowly opened them. Our eyes met. I closed my eyes, waiting for his kiss of acceptance.

“Is that jealousy I smell?” he leaned forward and asked, killing off my mood.

“You know if you want to go to her, you can. It's not like it's your first. I'm used to sleeping alone!” I snapped.

I would rather not hear his explanation. As I snuggled inside the blanket, I could feel his eyes all around me. There was no denying that I unsettled him.

“Tasha was my second mate,” he sighed, and I gasped. Kade already told me, but coming from his mouth twisted my stomach.

“Why didn't you tell me earlier?” I asked, still snuggled, not allowing him to see even a chin of my hair.

“I didn't think it was that important since you're my mate now,” he spoke.

I looked at the black vase in my corner. In my imagination… I imagined raising the vase and hitting it on his head and watching him cry out in pain, screaming my name—but not a moan of pleasure, one of pain.

I stared at the knife he usually carried in his hands. My cursed side started to overpower me as my desire to get revenge on him intensified. Visions of him tied to a chair, helpless, played in my head again.

The aura oozed of dark energy—too dark for an innocent hybrid like me. I walked towards him with heels long enough to only exist in my dreams. I circled him two times with the knife held in my hands.

“Open your tongue for me,” I spoke softly but threateningly.

He looked scared, his eyes looking down instead of looking at me. With the support of his legs, I leaned forward. He breathed heavily, but I chuckled, only giving him a kiss, then reaching for his zipped trousers.

I opened it slowly while kissing him. He didn't fight back, as he seemed relaxed with it. But I wasn't here to make him comfortable. I zipped down the trousers, and just with a touch, his shaft sprang out.

I held it with my hands, softly, gently, until I reached his soft spot.

“Fur·k, Azren!” he moaned, but I smiled. His eyes didn't leave my movement, even as I knelt before him.

I held it up with my hands, teasing him by watching him loosen up. With each touch, it grew bigger. What surprised me was not the scene, but when I took it in my mouth.

The taste was foreign, but I liked it. I started down, allowing my saliva to fall on it before I could dig deeper. My throat gagged, but I couldn't stop.

I looked up for his expression, only to see him closing his eyes, short of words. I could feel his urge to come out from the chair and hold my hair.

But before he could, I reached out to the knife and stabbed the hard shaft, hitting the veins?

“That's what you get for allowing another woman to get what I should!” I yelled.

His cries didn't move me as my memory shifted to another place.

Memories of the night lingered through my brain as I imagined him in the same white, dirty wedding dress, while I, with a black tuxedo, walked down an aisle covered with black thorns. With each step, he oozed blood from his legs.

But he didn't stop. Instead of a flower, he carried a burning candle, the white wax falling on his hands to feel the pain I felt. But he took it all, keeping his eyes on me, as his big body made the dress seem ridiculous.

“This is what we can reduce him to,” she whispered again in my head, but I shook my head to dismiss the vision and her voice.

“What do you think about that?” Kade spoke, but I didn't hear a word. I was lost in my thoughts that I didn't see his eyes moving.

“I think it's good,” I said, followed by a chuckle to reduce the already tense conversation.

“Did you even hear what I said?” he asked, his eyes narrowing down, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, I did!” I nodded my head, knowing fully well I didn't.

“Do you still love her?” I abruptly asked, my heart beating twice the normal as even Kade could hear it, my hands shaking at his answer before I could make my visions come true.

“Love is not my language, Azren. I don't know what love is. How can I give something I do not have?” he answered.

My heart broke hearing the words. I could feel my heart drop. How can he do this to me? My feelings have always been real for him—even after I found out he was cursed? I thought he loved me, but I was just a tool for him. It's time that I admit I am.

I went to bed. My eyes were teary, but I couldn’t let him hear my voice. I was too soft for him. Maybe that's the reason he's taking me for granted. Even if I knew Tasha was his mate, this wasn't Tasha. Even after using the potion as instructed, why does he seem not moved?

The sun was the greeting I could find in the morning as I tried opening my eyes, but it was too painful. I walked to the mirror only to find my eyes red and swollen.

My mind quickly rushed to Kade, but he wasn't around.

Part of me felt disappointed, while part of me felt like I'm used to this. The two thoughts fought each other as I didn't know which one was the truth.

I got myself ready for the morning and went down.

Tasha's laughter could be heard again. I'm getting sick and tired of her laughing while I go to sleep crying every day with the responsibility of keeping both Kade and I alive, yet getting disrespected by a stop’d w·ore.

She had the audacity of sitting on his lap while feeding him. This time I wouldn't hold back. I rushed down to them, my anger taking over as I spilled their breakfast down on the floor.

Tasha woke up angry and raged. I got scared and started walking away, but she slapped me. I didn't hold back as I returned the slap.

My courage shocked her, but Kade just sat there looking at us like a spectator.

“You have to choose. It's either me or her!” I yelled, hoping in my heart he'll choose me.

“Go to the room now, Azren!” he growled.

My heart shattered while Tasha stood there, releasing an evil smirk.

“You can take your sorry ass up the room. He has made his decision, and it's not you!”

I rushed up the stairs while crying. He observed every one of my movements. I could feel his pain, which confused me. I reached the room, which had turned into a prison.

“I told you earlier,” she whispered.

“Now let me out,” she spoke again.

This time I'm not holding back. I'll let her take control.