Claimed By The Cursed Beast Alpha

8: disgust

Disgust rolled in my stomach, forcing bile up my throat and making me throw up again.

My head was blank. The last thing I remembered was the moment my control snapped and my beast took over. For years I had done a fantastic job at keeping him locked up inside me. But this time he gained the upper hand, and our positions switched. I was now the one locked up in the mental prison while he roamed free. Aizer is dangerous, far more than I am currently aware of, hence why I never let him free.

Things weren’t always bad. Once, we were normal. Then the curse happened. As if him being a fire breathing beast wasn’t bad enough. I don’t know the details of the curse. I don’t know the modifications that happened to him after the curse. My life was never the same after it. I didn’t know how bad it would get.

I didn’t f*****g know that it would involve raping women to death!

Anger mixed with my disgust, and it made my head spin.

I have never laid my hands on a woman without her express, verbal consent. It’s something that I haven’t ever seen myself doing, something I punished my own for doing. The mere thought of it disgusts me. And knowing that no woman in her right mind would want let a hideous and menacing beast touch them much less f**k them, those women must have been forced to do so.

Alexander.

The thought of my brother caused my hands to ball into fists at my sides. He’s the one behind this, without a doubt. I want to punch some sense into his head right now. When it came down to it why didn’t he just leave me to die instead of forcing those women to meet their deaths at my hands? How many women had to be sacrificed? What on earth is wrong with that kid?

I ran my fingers through my unruly hair, my fingers got stuck in tangles. Aizer was back to the prison I had created for him in my head. Now he was a looming shadow with red eyes and blood soaked fangs. He stalked around, hissing and snarling at me.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The word kept repeating in my head over and over again.

Let me out. Free me!

A sharp pain exploded in my head and I quickly shut him out. I would rather die than let him walk this earth again.

A small whimper caused me to tense up. I turned around, and curled in a corner was that woman. My heart picked up, so loud that I could hear it. She glanced at me then quickly lowered her eyes. f**k. Each time I look at her my heart starts doing this stupid sommersaults. And it doesn’t help that she’s f*****g gorgeous, her long dark hair covering her chest, her blue eyes avoiding mine but goodness, I’ve never seen such bright eyes before. She’s doing her best to cover herself up, given as we’re both in the nude. And it’s embarrassing, so I keep my gaze on her face. It’s near impossible to tear my gaze away from her. I want to move closer to her, bury my face in her neck and inhale her scent till my nose stops working.

Fuck. This is bad.

Why would Aizer mark her? It doesn’t make any sense.

I can’t understand why I feel pulled to her. It felt like a physical force I had to resist with all that was in me. A terrifyingly strong urge to touch her settled in my bones. Close the distance between us and haul her up. I want to run my hands across the expanse of her skin and…

I closed my eyes and inhaled. These thoughts aren’t mine. They’re not a reflection of my true feelings. It’s just a side effect of Aizer’s mark. For goodness sake! Why did he have to make my life more complicated than it already is? A bond?! I wish he had a physical form so I would strangle him to death.

“Look, let me get this straight,” I faced the woman again.

Fuck me.

Something about those eyes of hers is making my chest tighten. I must relax. These feelings aren’t real. No.

I inhaled deeply and straightened my back.

She’s trembling. And my goodness she looks terribly malnourished. Her face doesn’t show it, but I can see her collarbones jutting out excessively. The pallor on her skin isn’t her natural complexion, I just know it. And I can’t imagine how visible her ribs must be under all that hair.

What happened to her? How did she wind up here?

The moment those questions stirred up in my mind, I shoved them aside. I don’t care how she ended up here. She shouldn’t have in the first place. I don’t give a s**t what her circumstances are.

“Don’t you dare delude yourself into thinking that you would become my luna because of the bond between us. The moment we are out of here, I am rejecting you and breaking the bond. Am I clear?”

She nodded vigorously. Her eyes filled with relief, and I didn’t miss the exhale she gave. Well, she accepted that rather fast. I’m glad we’re on the same page about this unfortunate arrangement.

But something about her silence rubbed me off. I wanted to hear her voice, soft and lilting. She sounded like a song, even as she shook from fear. Just as I was about to order her to be vocal, a movement caught my eye.

Beyond the glass door stood a guard. His eyes moved to me and widened. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.

“Open the damn door!” I barked at him, annoyance rising inside me. He screamed and scrambled back, falling on his ass twice before he got to his feet. A loud bell was rung, followed by excited shouts.

“That fucker,” I hissed in annoyance. I told him to open the door and he goes about announcing my return.

And why the f**k are the doors and walls glass?! Alexander has a lot of answering to do. I glanced at the woman visibly trying to disappear. Goodness, this is all so annoying.

Guards began to pour in from all angles, each of them peering into the room, murmuring and shouting among themselves. They parted, and Alexander walked out.

I raised a brow. He’s gotten bigger, gone was the scrawny teenager I knew. In his pace was a tall man, his muscles filled out and his eyes with a sharpness I didn’t know he had. He opened the door, biometric. I f*****g knew it.

“Brother,” he said as he walked up to me. Before I could smack him, he hugged me. “Welcome back, your majesty.”