My Cursed Alphas

Chapter 5

Kyra POV

I woke up wrapped in my mates' arms. Last night I slept the best that I have since Jacob's death. I carefully crawled out of bed and dressed for the day. I put on a sports bra, a workout tank top, and some athletic shorts. I had just finished pulling my hair up when Adrian started waking up. 

"Good morning sunshine. Get dressed, we are training today." I said, grinning as he rolled over groaning. 

"It isn't even daylight yet. What time is it?" he asked, his voice muffled by the pillow that he smooshed his face into. 

"It is about four-thirty in the morning. Now get up!" I said throwing my hairbrush at him.

I had made it out and shut the door before I heard the thump of my hairbrush hitting my door. 

About two hours later when I was drilling the young teens, we were graced with Adrian's presence. 

"Well hello sunshine, it is about time you were up," I said to him as he walked towards our training area, rolling my eyes.

"Yes, well I need my beauty sleep," he said back making me laugh,

"I hate to tell you this, but,-" I was cut off by the sounds of alarms. 

The alarms were installed when I was five. It meant that there were intruders coming in the front gate. But, after last year I assume that they had set them around the entire area meaning that they could be coming from anywhere.

"Alright kids, get to your positions. Left half, wolf form. Right, find a weapon your good with. Adrian, come with me!" 

We were running side by side to the packhouse when Adrian stopped, "What is it?" I asked

"My beta just mind linked me. My brother's here."

My vision went black. I could hear everything around me, but it was just background noise. I didn't even feel my bones break as I shifted. I was vaguely aware of Adrian chasing after me, screaming my name. I caught his scent in the air. Sandalwood and vanilla. I followed it to the packhouse. When I got there, my mothers' screams filled the air. 

He was holding her to him by her throat. I let out a warning growl. 

"Now Kyra is that any way to welcome your mate home?" Ethan asked, grinning maliciously.

I crouched down in my ready position. I was about to attack when Adrian stepped up beside me. I was bigger than most female werewolves in wolf form. My head came up to his chest. 

"What do you want, Ethan?" Adrian asked, sneering at his brother. 

"What's rightfully mine of course. Her." He said, pointing towards where I stood.

I growled and snapped my teeth in protest. Adrian put his hand on my head to calm me and I shook it off. I shifted back into my human form to talk. Adrian took off his shirt and covered me when I finished shifting.

"If I go with you, you will leave my pack, my family, and Adrian alone?" I knew that it could be pointless to negotiate with him, but it's worth a try.

"Yes. All I want is you. I never intended for there to be bad blood between us. I only want you to get to know the real me." He explained

I nodded and turned around where my pack had gathered. 

"I know I only just returned to you, but in order to keep peace and to keep you all safe, I must leave again. My mother, your Luna, and my mate, Adrian, will be in charge. Warriors!" I waited until all of my warriors had gathered, "Adrian will continue to drill your training. My beta and commanding officers, Jamison, Archer, and Louis, will tend to teen training."

I walked towards Ethan and took his hands off my mother. Still holding his hand, I took him into the house so I could get dressed, but in no way did I trust him to stay out there. 

Ethan POV

Dumb a*s dumb a*s dumb a*s dumb a*s dumb a*s! 

Mentally, I was shooting myself in the head with silver bullets over and over. What the hell is wrong with me! I cannot believe I was here threatening her again! 

She had just agreed to go with me to save her pack and now we were going inside. She dragged me up the stairs and I assume she forgot that she was only wearing a shirt because I could see everything from back here. The bottom of her round as* cheeks and if I stayed back a little I could see her pink lips. 

We reached what I assumed was her room. She opened the door, "Sit over there." she said pointing to a circular shaped couch. I went and sat down as she went into her closet. 

"I thought you were going to leave me alone. I rejected you. You killed my best friend and didn't want me. So why the hell are you back?" She asked as she came out of her closet dressed in some faded denim shorts that came up to her hips hardly covering anything and a crop tank top that helped show all of her scars. She was pulling her hair into a messy bun, looking at me with her eyebrow arched into her hairline. 

I cleared my throat. "I asked you to reject the mate bond because of what I did. But, even as you rejected me, I never rejected you. The bond is still there." 

Her eyes went wide and her mouth parted slightly. "What-why even tell me to-if-uggha!" She yelled out in frustration. She went about packing her suitcases and I just sat there watching. 

She had stopped asking questions after I told her about the bond.

I sniffed the air. Something smelt familiar, but I can't tell what it-oh. Now I know.

"Kyra?" I waited until she acknowledged that I was speaking before I continued, "Why does this room smell like my brother?" 

She laughed. She was laughing so hard she had tears streaming down her face by the time she was done.

"Well as luck would have it. Or as the goddess curses me with-you are both my mates. I didn't realize it at first because you aren't identical twins, but when your brother showed up and killed my father for the alpha position, I came back and we fought. I of course won, but I also found out that I had a second fated mate." 

"What the fu*k?" I said, not meaning to voice it. She just looked at me and shrugged.

It has to be because of that damn curse! 

When my brother and I were first born, we were cursed. By whom we still do not know. My brother was cursed to always be forgiving to never be able to hold a grudge. He would lose the fights that mattered. I was cursed with an inability to be forgiven. To always be alone. 

Because of this damn curse, I have hated my brother. He is basically the opposite of me. Where I am unloved and unforgiven, he is loved and the personification of forgiveness. 

I am the demon to my brothers' angel. And I hate him for it.