The Alpha's Cursed Mate

Chapter 2

Moon Cave Pack

Year 5579

Alpha Lund’s House: Rooftop Basement

Arania’s P.O.V

I looked in the mirror at my bruised face and thought, "This won't take time to heal at all; in fact, by tomorrow, I should be all good again." Thankfully, Beta Fred arrived with the news, which took the focus off of me in the end. If it hadn't involved the Silver Moon Pack, Marcella probably wouldn't have let things end the way they did. In fact, she appears afraid just thinking about it, so I wonder why. "Marcella, scared," I snickered to myself. I might have been over analyzing it.

Because of its peculiar behavior and unwillingness to engage in trade and business with other wolves, the Silver Moon Pack is the subject of several rumors. Only a select few packs are aware of the specifics of the Silver Moon Pack, and even their knowledge is scarce. As long as they avoid going to war with us and as long as I'm not ordered to move there, everything will be OK.

What could they possibly need from a small, insignificant me when they have such a large and mighty pack? The door to my room was slightly ajar when I noticed Caroline peeking inside. Is she coming back to fetch something? She occasionally takes my belongings without asking, and I'm not sure why, given that she has more stuff than I do.

"Caroline," I said quietly, attempting to gauge her level of annoyance because she had a tendency to vent her rage on me in the hopes that it would help. Realizing she was being watched, she made the decision to walk into the room with more confidence. She sighed as she turned to face me. It's clear that Caroline feels sorry for me, and if anyone on the globe has been good to me, it's Caroline. I laugh aloud softly and think to myself.

''Why are you laughing?'' She asked, giving me an odd look, "Oh, don't you nothing me girl, I know you were cooking up some shady thought in your mind when you saw me peeping," she remarked, giving me a light cheek squeeze that made me wince.

Looking at her expression, I instantly defended myself by saying, "Sorry, my face still hurts; I wasn't hissing at you."

She merely groaned and placed a cream on the stool next to me. "Naturally, the pain persists; you just don't look after yourself, do you? It's not like I care; I was asked to deliver it to you."

I grinned subtly and spoke, "Thank you; I get it."

"By the way, Dad asked me to call you right now. but please rub that stuff on before descending." I nodded

"Seriously, I don't care about you, you know right," she added as she turned to head for the door. I laughed quietly to myself as I nodded again,

"Yes, I do."

"Good," she replied as she turned to leave. She's working very hard to persuade herself that she doesn't give a damn. I went downstairs as soon as I finished applying the lotion to my cheeks, and the family was there. At my assigned place, I waited for instructions.

"Arania," he called and I answered, "Yes, Alpha."

"You're heading to the Silver Moon Pack by tomorrow, so pack your bags." In five seconds, Alpha Lund declared my fate known as he gave an order as if he were reading the next edition of the economics newspaper. I fell to the ground, struggling to keep my body from breaking apart. My eyes filled with tears as I wondered why I was the victim of a Pack misunderstanding. Have I not done enough? Whoa, hold on! I quickly realized that, from the beginning, I have always been a victim, unwanted baggage, a scapegoat, and I always will be. I got up and made a bow.

I went upstairs to pack what little I had left after saying, "Yes, Alpha, thank you for taking care of me all this while. I'll now proceed to pack my things." I heard no criticism. Now that we've reached the end of the path, let's acknowledge that I'm meant to be a prey and that I've been cursed with an absence of tranquility.

Caroline's P.O.V

I could tell as soon as I walked downstairs and saw everyone seated in the living room that Arania was being called for something bad. Oh Arania, the prey that the whole pack—including myself—eats, when did I start showing her this much affection?

I am aware that she appeared to have witnessed everything when she returned from the Dark Moon Pack. Perhaps it's still an immense anguish for her, but I don't know anything about it.

It's not like this pack treated her well before she went, and upon her return, she faced much more derision. I couldn't handle it and kept dismissing people on her behalf, but there are limits to what one can do in private.

Unlike Jack and Dad, I am weak and disrespected, and I don't even have any power of my own. Because of the type of family I have and, in my opinion, because I am single and have no wolf, no one will desire me. Oh, it's been difficult. Thus, I can only speculate as to what Arania is going through.

My thoughts had been interrupted when I saw Arania coming downstairs. "I hope she puts that cream on her cheek, she can be stubborn at times," I thought to myself.

I could almost see the life evaporate from her eyes when Dad made the decision to send her to the Silver Moon Pack, and she collapsed to the ground in anguish. What kind of decision is that, poor Arania? I chose to confront my dad because I could feel my eyes filling with tears on her behalf.

I looked at my dad and said, "Dad, how could you, after everything she's been through, how could you send her to a pack we practically know nothing about?"

He responded without showing any regret. "Shut up, we did it for you, they wanted you and we

decided to swap with Arania, do you want to be a victim of the cruelty of the Silver Pack?" His statement made it worse for me since I knew that Arania had to go through this the second time because of me.

"Send me instead; I've been looking for a way to leave the pack anyway. Please, take me, leave Arania." I pleaded

My dad snorted and answered, “Stop attempting to seem innocent; it won't be acknowledged, and my daughter Arania is going to the Silver Moon Pack, as decided."

I was annoyed and embarrassed that this man was my father since he still had the audacity to refer to her as his daughter.

“Alpha Lund,” I yelled.

"That's enough from you, missy; get out of my sight if you don't want to get another slap on the face." He responded stiffly, and I knew he was about to give me another slap. Acknowledging that I blasted from the house in a fit of rage.