My Cursed Love

Chapter 6: Cursed

*Elena’s POV*

I feel it, the cold air in my lungs, the dirt under my feet. My heart is beating like crazy from fear, adrenalin, and their voices haunting me. I’m running through the woods, they are calling out to me mockingly. They know their own power over me. They know I’m not going to get far. I feel the pain as my foot gets caught in the hole and the desperation as I dig myself free. I keep going and I can almost feel them breathing down my neck. Then the edge. I almost fall over. Then his voice behind me, so cold, it makes me shiver. But as I look behind me, he is nothing but a shadow with dark eyes. I let myself fall. I feel the water catching me and pulling me into its embrace. I’m drowning and then… the warmth. Where does it come from? I can barely open my eyes, the light is so strong yet something stands out. A redness… is that eyes?

Red eyes?

I woke up with sweat covering my whole body. My heart was beating like crazy in my chest. My breathing was uncontrolled. I grabbed onto my chest as if my hand could suddenly make me breathe normally again. I was afraid. My whole body was shaking. I grabbed onto myself and pulled my legs close to me. They would never leave me alone. They would haunt me forever in my dreams. Then the tears came streaming down, leaving a hot trail on my cold skin. I sniffed. I felt so alone in that moment, trapped in my own memories and fears. I was never going to get away…

*Revenge’s POV*

I had just gotten out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around me as the girl once again showed up on my TV screen. News reporters had constantly been talking about the reappearance of one of the 13 lost girls for over a week now.

Elena Wilson

That was her name. Just hearing her name made my heart skip a beat. I didn’t understand why, but since that day I left her on that beach I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. My wolf had been restless inside of me. He was not happy about me leaving her, but he said nothing. He had barely ever spoken to me, since I always ignored him and kept him in an iron grip, not letting him have any control. Yet after meeting her, I was suddenly the one left without control and I hated it.

“…Still 12 girls are missing, but hopefully, with the return of Elena Wilson, people might finally get some answers…”

The mention of her name brought my attention back on the screen. The photo of her on the screen was old. She looked nothing like the smiling and healthy girl in that picture. She was skinny and had blue marks on her arms and face and probably more places than that. I wondered what had happened to her but quickly put the thought away and turned off the TV. Why should I care? She was just a human girl and meant nothing to me.

I got myself dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, a tight dark grey t-shirt, combat boots and a leather jacket. I looked at myself in the mirror. This really made my white hair stand out and my red eyes and that was important. Everyone was scared of a cursed child like me. Everyone had either teased me, wished me dead, actually tried to kill me, beaten me or fled from me, scared of the curse I brought with me and the powers I had. I always thought I had to hide who I was, so I wouldn’t have to be alone, but I realized what people had made me believe was my weakness was actually my strength. And now I wore it proudly, showing everyone who I was and what power I held. Everyone should know from miles away who I was and should tremble in fear because if they messed with me they would without a doubt end up dead or worse.

I smiled at the thought, took my sunglasses on and went out of my room. People didn’t like looking into my eyes and here at the house I kept them hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. As I got a little further, I could hear the house was alive with talk and laughter. It was a nice thing to know that people lived well here in my pack, but I was not really someone to join in on the talking or laughing. I just went straight to my office starting on today’s alpha duties.

As I got in, I sat behind my dark brown desk in a black leather chair and took off my sunglasses. In here, people only entered with my permission, so I could freely let them lie around. The wall behind me was entirely glass and the sun shone happily into my office.

Time moved slowly with all the boring paperwork. I started to massage my left shoulder, then my right, then rolled my head around. God, I was tense today. I couldn’t wait to start the training and get some energy out of me.

Knock

Knock

I stopped rolling my head around as I heard the knocking on my door.

“Enter,” I said.

Rafe, my beta, entered. He was an old friend and probably the only one I truly trusted. As he came closer, I could see he looked tired with bloodshot eyes and dark circles. What the hell was the matter with him? I sat back in the chair rubbing my chin. I was not really one to get involved in other people's business, but this was my eldest friend and he looked like s**t.

“What the hell happened to you?” I said.

Rafe looked at me in confusion.

“You look like s**t,“ I said with a smile.

That brought a smile to his lips and a small laugh. He ruffled his hair around hoping to make himself more presentable, but what he didn’t know was he was always very presentable. Even when he hadn’t slept, he was dressed in his best. The hair sat perfectly, pushed to the left side, blue pants with a dark green shirt and a brown leather jacket. So his attempt to try and look better made me smile even more because now his hair was all ruffled around and looked a bit messy. But still he pulled it off.

“So?”

Rafe locked his eyes with me but only shortly before quickly looking away again. Even he couldn’t look me in the eye. It was said that whoever looked into a cursed child’s eyes would see their worst fears. I wouldn’t know if that was true. My own goddamn eyes didn’t work on me. But since people would rather have me wear the sunglasses, so they didn’t have to look at the ground while talking to me, I always wore them around the house. The pack respected me and I didn’t need to rule them with fear, so I didn’t really mind walking around with them.

I reached out for the sunglasses and put them on and Rafe immediately looked up again. This time he didn’t look away.

“You really don’t have to,” he said and nodded toward the sunglasses.

I just shrugged acting like I didn’t mind. Rafe knew I would rather not wear them in the office because it was one of the few rooms I could just let them lie around.

“Just spill it,” I said.

Rafe sighed.

“He agreed on meeting you and will contact us when he is ready,” Rafe said.

I hammered my hand onto the wooden desk. It gave Rafe a shock.

“Dammit Rafe, we both know that the reason why you look like a mess isn’t about the alliance,” I said, a bit irritated that he had to beat around the bushes just because he didn’t want to be a burden to me.

It was true, I didn’t like all that talking about feelings crap but I wasn’t weak and if my beta needed my help to be able to work optimal again then goddammit he was going to get my help.

Rafe just sighed even deeper. His eyes went to his hands. His thumb was pressing down on the palm of his other hand, going back and forth. He always did that when he had something difficult to talk about.

“She is bleeding,” he said in a low voice.

Shit.

Rafe’s mate, Claire, was the pack’s doctor. She had found out she was pregnant only three weeks ago. She had already had one miscarriage sadly and now she was bleeding. Was she losing the baby again?

“f*****g hell,” I said while rubbing my face.

Now it made sense why my best friend was looking so bad. He must be worried like hell. I could only imagine what he was feeling. He almost lost it the last time Claire had a miscarriage. The fear of losing her made him go all crazy. I really didn’t want him to go through that again.

“She doesn’t know, I know,” he said.

I looked at him in surprise. No f*****g way! Was Claire keeping it from him, afraid he was going to lose it like last time? She was a really good and kind person who everyone loved. I understood why she would keep it a secret because she didn’t want to hurt Rafe, but the man looked like s**t now.

“How?” I asked him.

“I found the pads stashed behind some old toilet stuff we never use,” he told me.

“Then maybe they are old.”

I was trying to reassure him but I knew it didn’t help.

“Then why hide it?” He said a bit angry.

I sighed. Yeah, why hide it?

“You need to go talk to her.”

He just shook his head no.

“You have to!”

He shook his head no again.

“She will have to come to me. She apparently didn’t want me to know, then, so be it, then I will act I don’t know s**t,” he said, clearly getting more upset about that she was keeping secrets from him.

I could understand his anger. Those two were always good at telling each other when something troubled one of them, but this time things weren’t going so well and the result of it wasn’t pretty.

“Well, if you are going to act like nothing, I suggest you fix your hair and find some way to cover those dark circles under your eyes. I’m sure the women downstairs would be happy to lend you some of their make-up,” I said teasingly.

“Arh shut up!” he said, but couldn’t help but smile at my joke.

“So,” I started trying to continue with business, “what about the alliance?”

Quickly, Rafe took on the beta act and became all serious. That’s how I knew him best. Always so professional.

“He has agreed on the alliance but with a few “demands”,” Rafe told me.

I looked at him with a small growl coming from me. Both Rafe and I knew he would demand something from me. My pack was one of the largest there was and even though this guy was strong and crazy like hell it wasn’t a surprise he asked something from me. Everyone knew he was mad and his warriors just as bad as him, yet I had a bigger problem on my hands and didn’t need him to become one as well. So, of course, I had to go a long with his “demands”.

“When will he contact us?” I asked.

“When he had the time, he told me.”

I clenched my fists in irritation. God, this guy was already getting on my nerves. Of course, he would make me wait for his call to show me who held the power. But very well, I went along with his little game for now. I knew I was the one who truly held the power and this guy might be crazy, but everyone feared people like me. Cursed children. And one day I would make him regret ever trying to overpower me.

Yes, one day.