Cursed Love

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Zoey's POV

When I got back to the pack house, my brothers and Karen were sitting in the living room. They jumped up when they saw me.

"Zoey, where have you been?" Karen yelled at me. "And what the hell happened to your dress and shoes?" I looked down at my dress. It had tears and was completely ruined. My shoes, that I were holding in my hand, we're broken beyond repair.

"I'm headed to bed." I spoke quietly and headed to my room. I could hear Zeke stopping Karen from following me. I was grateful cause I couldn't handle anymore tonight. Had it really only been a week since my ultimate hell started? It felt like years.

I laid in bed for hours, trying and failing to fall asleep. Eventually the sun rose and I got started on my morning. I hundred in the shower, washing away the evidence from last night. I stood under the scalding hot water, scrubbing away. As if I could scrub away my pain.

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked as bad, if not worse than I felt. My eyes were red and swollen. The bags under my eyes were dark. I looked sickly pale. Thanks to my werewolf healing there was no bruising on my cheek, but I could still feel the pain as if my father had just slapped me. I took a deep calming breath.

'Just fake it till you make it, Zoey. The matings never happened. You focus on your alpha training and that's it.' I told myself mentally. I dressed into my clothes for the day and put on a fake smile. Fake it till you make it.

As I walked downstairs, I noticed everyone was still sleeping off the events from last night. I walked past the kitchen to go on a run, when my stomach growled. I haven't eaten anything since, who even knows when. I guess I could make breakfast for my brothers and I. I know they were worried about me.

About 30 minutes passed before someone else showed a sign of life. I was finishing up some eggs when Zeke walked into the kitchen.

"Zoe? What are you doing?" He asked me warily.

"Making breakfast. Sit down." I said, not turning around. I wanted to perfect this omelette and didn't want to be distracted.

"You're making everyone breakfast?" Zack asked running down the stairs. My dear baby brother thought more with his stomach than anything.

"I'm making us breakfast." I said, emphasizing the 'us'.

"Well, I'll never say no to your cooking." Zack said, rubbing his stomach.

"I second that." Zeke said and I could hear the smile in his voice. Out of the three of us, I might as well be Gordon Ramsey. Those two couldn't cook for s**t. We made small talk as I finished cooking. Laughing and joking, like the past week had never happened. I was so grateful they didn't bring up last night.

"Okay, let's eat." I said finishing up the last omelette. I had made pancakes, bacon, and eggs for us. The boys were jokingly arguing about who the best dancer between the two were, when they walked it. Both Tommy and my father. The conversation died down, the mood ruined.

"Smells good in here." Tommy said and I just looked down at my pancakes, cutting another piece off. My fork and knife were clenched in my hand. His presence was throwing me off.

"Looks good too, Zoe-Zoe." My father said and the ceramic plate cracked under my knife. Zoe-Zoe was his nickname for me as a young kid. Other people have adopted it, but he came up with it. He hasn't called me that since before my mother was killed. Before my mother was killed. Everyone froze, waiting for my reaction.

"I think I'm done eating." I said, after clearing my throat. I could feel myself starting to tear up again and I didn't want to cry. Especially not in front the the man who called himself my father.

I decided to go on my morning run. I need to let out some steam. I made my way into the woods and stripped my clothes. After I shifted, I absentmindedly started running. Before I realized it, I was back in the field. The same field from last night. I shifted back into my human form and dressed into my clothes.

"Mom, I miss you so much." I whispered, looking up at the sky. "I wish you were here. I really need you. I really need you to tell me what to do. There's so much happening and I can't deal with this."

"What did you do to me?" A voice demanded. Goddess, can I not have a moment of peace?

"What are you talking about?" I asked, not looking at him. My hunter human mate stood near.

"What did you do to me? I can't get you out of my head. In less than 24 hours, you have consumed my every thought. What spell did you put on me?" He asked angrily.

"I'm not a witch, you dumbass." I said standing up, finally looking over to him. He had his gun gripped tight in his hand, but it wasn't raised toward me. He had it at his side, pointing at the ground.

"Then why?" He asked, slight desperation in his voice.

"Because the universe hates me." I muttered.

"What?" He asked.

"The universe thought it would be cool to take my already hellish life and make it worse by making the seed of my mother's murderer my mate." I said, standing up.

"Mate? As in soulmate? No way." He said his face turned up.

"You think I like this even more than you do?" I asked, throwing my hands in the air.

"You're a monster! I could never." He said.

"Well, you're one too. So I couldn't agree more." I growled out. As I looked at him, I could feel my wolf become excited, practically jumping around in my head. "Why are you even here?"

"To confront you." He said gruffly.

"You think if I had a choice, I'd choose one of the people who constantly hunt down my people? Your kind have taken so much from us." I said, my stomach twisting at the thought of some of the gruesome murders his kind have committed.

"You're monsters!" He yelled at me.

"We just want to live in peace." I just want to live in peace but I wasn't saying that to him. I just wanted one loving mate and to be the best alpha I could.

"Look, I'm sorry." He said, making me freeze. Did he just apologize?

"Excuse me?" I asked. I think I need to get my hearing checked.

"I said I'm sorry." He mumbled. He took a deep breathe and harnessed his weapon. "My life has been hard without my dad, so I know you're had to be without your mother."

"You don't even know the half of it." I scoffed.

"For whatever it's worth, I'm sorry she's dead." He said and it angered me. I had him pushed against a tree in a flash. I gripped his shirt in both hands, holding him against the tree.

"For whatever it's worth?" I yelled in his face. "You took away my mother! You took a mother away from a family who never did anything to yours!"

"I said I was sorry! What more do you want me to say?" He yelled back. He pushed my hands off of him and pushed me against an adjacent tree. He both were breathing hard, full of adrenaline, looking at each other. Before I knew it, he pressed his lips against mine. My wild howling in delight in my head. The kissing was feverish, wild. He wrapped my hair around his fingers and pulled me in closer, causing me to moan.

No. No, I can't do this. This was a hunter, after all. I pulled away and ran. I took off faster than his human eyes could catch. I can't believe I just made out with the enemy. What the hell is wrong with me?

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