His Cursed Mate!

A month away

~Thierry~

It would still be a month before we got there. The Alpha and Luna had to prepare the student’s faculty and staff. They were going to be in close proximity to five adult vampires. We had an alluring scent of our own, but we could also trigger a wolf’s shift or magic from a Fae and Witch.

Darius set everything up for me to oversee the evaluation of St John. Academy. Of course, Tatianna wanted to join me, but Darius was adamant that I’d be the only council member there so as to not make the students uneasy. Of course, I also knew that Tatianna would throw one of her little bi.tch fits, but Darius was a powerful Lycan King and Tatianna didn’t want to poke the Lycan.

But I wasn’t going to be alone. My First, Second and Third in command would be there too, along with Ezra, a female from my personal guard and a St John. Alumni.

I have to admit Tatianna put up a good fight. She wanted to be seen as my partner, but that wasn’t going to happen. She knew I wasn’t going to give up on my mate. A thousand years and it hurts every damn time, but it hurts more when I don’t do a thing about it.

Shocking, right? What kind of mate am I? In previous lives I’ve let my mate die. I let her die because watching her die in my arms again and again was an unbearable kind of pain all while feeling the tethers of the bond break. Those times I didn’t seek her out and I'd let her die alone. You have every right to judge me, but could you see your mate die again and again and again and again? Without being able to stop it? Yeah I didn’t think so…………that was our curse.

Our cursed love,

Hers was to die because she loved me and I loved her back and mine was to live my eternal existence, to see her die everytime we fell in love again.

It shocked me that Darius had found her. I wished I had known her name, but in this life she was the daughter of the Alpha and Luna. Her brother, upon their graduation, will be taking the mantle of Alpha of the St. John Pack.

But my mate was classified as ‘Princess’. I chuckle that the irony wasn’t lost on me in our very first life. That's exactly what she was. More and more packs are currently being modernized. The old ways are now considered outdated and archaic. A Luna’s place was by her mates' side, fighting side by side as equals. Not hiding and cowering in fear. Males and females both trained and they trained hard. A female had to be just as strong as her male counterpart.

Females had an advantage. They were a tad bit faster because of their lean frames, they could sneak and lunge and you wouldn’t see them coming until it was too late. Which was why you never took your eyes off a wolf. Even vampire kind are trained that way.

Wars were far and few, but we did occasionally find threats from rogue werewolves, Lycan’s and even vampires. I hated destroying any creature, but it was sometimes necessary to keep the factions safe. Kingdoms and territories have been established for a thousand years. We no longer had issues of war over land. The Fae lived in their realm and in ours, but they mainly preferred theirs. The witch coven had their secret island and, before you ask, it's a secret for a reason. Tatianna represents them on the High Council and that is it. We never go there and nobody tries to figure out where it’s located.

Darius and I often try to keep everything as amicable as possible between the other faction leaders. The Fae Queen hates Tatianna and with good reason. The Queen found her mate in a male witch and Tatianna thought that male would take her as his mate instead…………do you see a pattern here? Tatianna loved to ruin mates. I was sure the only mate for her would be Lucifer himself, but I don’t think he'd even take her as his before stabbing him in the back.

Tatianna was ruthless and cunning and it also didn’t help that she had ethereal beauty like most witches, her voice like a siren's song, purple orbs that could hypnotize you. Tatianna was a threat, one I hoped I wouldn’t have to execute, but I had a feeling that one day it was going to come to that.

We’ve all tolerated her, at best, and it took Darius, King Amir, the Fae Queen’s mate and myself to stop Itza from killing her. The Fae were just as cunning and ruthless and, dare I say it, even more beautiful, but what supernatural creature isn’t? They didn’t tolerate disobedience and Tatianna was warned more than once if she stepped out of line it would be her death sentence.

But she got lucky when Amir placed his mark on Itza’s chest right where her heart rests. The Fae and Witches didn’t have the proper set of teeth for marking their mates. Canines like those of Lycans and Werewolves and fangs, like Vampires, have to use their magic to mark their mates. Itza’s was an electric green crown because she was Amir’s Queen after all.

Mate marks differed between the factions and ranks. They could be any color. They were mostly large in size to make sure others noticed you were mated. They could be anything really, but you wouldn’t know until you were mated and marked.

I sighed, because as much as it pained me to think about it, Darius and I both craved that kind of love and bond, we simply craved our mates. The connection you had with that person wasn’t reasonable wherever you were. You’d feel that pull, the cord that tied you both together.

But I couldn’t lose hope. I had to think positively. I just hoped she’d accept me. What if her wolf didn’t like me? Never in a thousand years had I had a wolf to deal with. Her wolf never came forth classifying her as human, but once a century ago she did, but I couldn't understand why her wolf left her defenseless and vulnerable. I tried asking Darius for his insight. He is a Lycan after all, and the King of werewolf kind, but even he couldn't understand. The werewolf and human were one entity. He couldn't believe that a werewolf would let her human half die. It was both unnatural and unusual, unless the wolf didn't agree with its human, but even that was rare and unheard of.

I hung my head. My thoughts were getting very dark, very fast. I didn’t even hear them come in because I was so lost in them, but I felt them. Because we had a different kind of bond. A bond like brothers and warriors at arms.

“Hey, man you good?” Kade asked.

Was I? No! But I had to be.

I had to face her soon.

“Maybe you’re just nervous because you get to see her again face to face and up close and personal?” Dante said.

Maybe?

Danté and Kade share looks and I sigh and rub my thighs. “ It’s been awhile, but I need to warn you man, when you see each other her wolf is going to howl mate. She’s not going to be able to fight that. Werewolves are even more territorial when it comes to their mates and she's an Alpha,” Kade says.

“s**t,” not meaning to say it out loud.

Danté slaps my thigh. “Don’t worry man, you got this.” He says.

“That’s not exactly what I’m worried about.”

“What are you worried about?” Kade asks.

I bite the inside of my right cheek, because I feel ridiculous. I know the thought is ridiculous. Honestly, I feel like a teenager all over again and I have not been one in over a thousand plus years.

“Thierry,” they say my name in unison.

I rub the back of my neck. They’ve been with me since the beginning, they’re my brothers for all intents and purposes,

“What if her wolf hates what I am?”

The guys chuckle. "Ah, so that’s what you’re worried about?” Kade says.

It’s a peculiar gesture that I don’t often use, but I shrug. “Yeah, what if she doesn’t like me?”

Danté pats my back. “T, she’s going to love you, she always has. Have faith.”

If they only knew how little of it I harbored, they'd be terrified. I'm terrified because as the years drag on, my faith dwindles, her light flickers and I know what's coming. The bond will snap in place only for it to shatter into oblivion, leaving me broken and wanting to end my life right along with hers.

That wasn’t the only thing I was worried about though. If we were about to meet again. It had to be around her birthday and that meant Amara would be coming for her.

“Amara’s coming for her. I’m not going to let her die again. This is it. I need to figure out how to get rid of Amara for good.”

They nod in agreement. “We’ll figure it out together,” they say.

And I whole heartedly believed them. If there's one thing in my existence that has been constant its the bond that I have with Dante and Kade. I could feel the hope they clung to it ran so deep in their veins that I couldn't help, but pull some of it from them. I needed all the hope I could get if I wanted to save my mate once and for all.