Mated to the Cursed Alpha

Quarrel between sisters [2]

Veera yanked her hand from Amaia’s grip, her face twisted in agony as she clutched her wrist like something delicate and broken.

“What did you… what have you done to me? Ahh, it burns… it hurts,” she cried out, staring at her now reddened and wounded wrist.

Dia and Liz rushed over, concern written all over their faces.

“Oh my God,” Dia gasped. “You’re hurt, Vee! This might leave a scar!”

“We need to get her to the hospital, fast! Come on, Veera,” Dia urged as they helped her, now sobbing, out of the house.

Amaia watched them with a deep frown. ‘I thought they were her bullies… Why do they seem so worried?’

Exhaling shakily, she collapsed to the floor, her body completely drained and aching all over. She rubbed her sore shoulders and stretched her back, wincing at the pain.

‘But what was that?’ she thought, staring down at her hands in disbelief. ‘What did I just do to Veera?’

Her mind was too foggy to process it. Exhausted, she curled up on the floor, drifting into sleep.

She woke to a sudden kick to her stomach. “Wake up!”

Gasping in pain, Amaia clutched her stomach, looking up at her furious mother.

“What did you do to my daughter?!” Mrs. Alen screamed in anger.

Rief immediately stepped between them, pushing her back. “Stop it, Alen! You can’t kick her like that!”

“What do you mean?! Didn’t you see what she did to our daughter?” Alen shouted back at him.

Rief sighed, his gaze settling on Amaia, who had already pulled herself to her feet.

Amaia shot a tired glance at Veera, whose wrist was already bandaged but still being cradled as if it were fragile.

Then, with defiance in her voice, she turned to her mother. “I did nothing to Veera. She started it. She was talking about wanting me dead and even went so far as to empty my room.”

“And what’s wrong with that?!” Alen shouted. “We all die eventually, and you might just die today…”

“Shut up, Alen!” Rief snapped at his wife, his patience wearing thin.

He turned his gaze back to Amaia, noting that she didn’t look well either. The room was in disarray, and he had no doubt that Veera had something to do with it.

“They’re not children anymore, Alen. They’re old enough to fight their own battles,” Rief said, then directed his attention to Veera. “You should be ashamed that your sister made you look so weak.”

Veera’s face darkened at his words.

“Didn’t you start the fight? You should have seen it through to the end,” Rief added sternly, his voice sharp enough to make Veera lower her gaze.

Alen scoffed, clearly in disbelief at her husband’s stance.

Rief sighed again and looked at Amaia. “I think it’s time you left.”

“What?” Amaia gasped.

“You and us? We’re not good for each other, Amaia,” Rief said, his tone more resolute.

“What the hell do you mean by that, Dad?! You are my family! How can you say such a thing?!” Amaia shot back, a mix of hurt and anger in her voice.

Rief rarely spoke to her or even acknowledged her presence. This was the first time Amaia felt truly noticed by him.

“Because it’s for the best,” Rief responded coldly. “You need to leave Redmoon; I don’t want you here anymore.”

Amaia’s jaw tightened as she looked away, her heart aching. “I’m sorry, Dad, but I’m not going anywhere,” she said, her voice firm and defiant. “And I’ll also take this moment to let you know—I’m attending the academy.”

Rief, Alen, and Veera were momentarily stunned by her words.

Then Alen and Veera burst into laughter.

“Are you on something, Amaia? Dad has made it crystal clear that the academy’s too pricey, and there’s no way you’re going,” Veera jeered, still giggling.

Amaia met her sister’s mocking gaze with an eyebrow raised defiantly. “Are you really still sticking to that story? Well, Dad lied to me. And you know why? Because this family doesn’t have my best interests at heart, and I’ve come to that realization all too late.””

Rief tilted his head, confusion etched across his face. “What do you mean I lied to you?”

Amaia met his gaze, sadness flickering in her eyes. “Because you did! I found out I don’t even need tuition to attend the academy. Why would you lie to me, Dad?”

Rief’s expression hardened, and he shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. You’re not going to the academy, and that’s final!”

Frustrated, Rief stormed off.

Alen stepped closer to Amaia. “Clean this place up. That’s all you’re good for in this house.”

With that, she too walked away

Veera shot a hard glare at Amaia, her mind racing with doubt. ‘Are Liz and Dia onto something? Did Amaia’s affinity finally surface? That’s the only logical explanation for why my wrist burned when she touched me. No, I can’t allow her to have the ability to stand up to me.’

Determined to assert her dominance, she strode toward Amaia and declared, “There’s no way in hell I won’t let you pay for what you did to me. Mark my words.”

Amaia stood her ground, unflinching, and Veera Veera walked away to her room.

Once inside her own room, Amaia wasted no time. She grabbed her phone and dialed the number that had called her last.

“Hello?”

“Hey there, little one, fancy getting your call,” Alpha Dixon’s voice chimed through the line.

“I accept,” Amaia said abruptly, cutting straight to the chase. “I accept your offer.”