THE ACCURSED LOVE

The thunder was striking, descending on the earth, and heavy rainfall was falling at the moment, making it look horrific. Rains were falling, and I stood at the corner of my room, sniffing back my tears.

I knew what that meant. I just hated this life of mine. If only my stepfather would pity me.

A knock sounded on my door, and with a shock in me, I knew it was time.

"Open the door, you little brat," he pounded on the door heavily.

"Answer me or I'm breaking in," he yelled behind the door.

I shivered in fear as I stood up and opened the door. He slapped my face immediately.

"Ouch," I winced in pain.

"What took you so long, huh?" he hit me again.

"Don't you ever keep me waiting," he added another slap.

"Now go out there and make me some money," his voice echoed in my ears, cold and cruel.

"But father, it is raining heavily," I stammered as he hit me again.

"Go out and make money," he yelled at me harshly.

"I don't care how you do it, but you didn't come back home empty-handed, okay?"

I couldn't help but go out into that heavy rain. It was a part of me. If only I could use my powers, but I was nothing but a weak omega.

Deep down in my mind, I was praying for a miracle tonight, to see some cash to save myself from hell.

I started walking in the heavy rain, going to my usual spot to beg for alms. After so much begging in the rain, no one was walking by to the extent of dropping a penny.

There was nobody on the street at all. Everyone was probably at home, enjoying the cozy weather and getting rest for the activities ahead tomorrow.

When I was begging for alms, I decided to walk a bit. If I could see people around, then I saw a group of people staying under a canopy in the next direction.

I looked well before crossing towards their side and begged for alms. "Please help me, I need to eat," I said with tears flowing down my cheeks.

They turned towards me, and I could see I chatted with the wrong people. They were gangsters.

"Huh, you need money?" one asked.

"You aren't bad actually. If you can just offer me your body for a night," he chuckled.

"No, I won't offer you my body. Just give me money," I pleaded.

"Give me your pussy," he mimicked me as the gang laughed out loud.

"Stay away from us so we don't mess you up for your parents," the bossy one said.

"Does she have a parent? I'm very sure she is an orphan. No parent would allow her daughter to be born by this time," another one commented as he chuckled.

"You will be sweet to have fun with," he smirked.

"Oh, please, I'm nothing but an innocent girl. Just spare me any penny you have," I said.

He reached his hand towards my chest, and I shuddered it away. I knew what I was doing. I was looking for a way to hijack one of their purses.

Going home empty-handed means a death torture for me. "You little punk, how dare you push my hand away," he yelled at me.

"I can do that if you pass your boundaries," I stated.

"It's the confidence for me," one scoffed.

"Oh, please, can someone warn this beggar before I descend on her," he yelled as my eyes kept tracing his wallet, and finally, I got it. I dipped my hand in his pocket and ran off.

"Hey, you little thief," he yelled.

"Get her," all of his gang started running towards me. I started getting tired and began to pant heavily. I entered into a dustbin, hiding myself in there.

"Where do you think she was?" he questioned.

"Hey, you go there, and you there," he directed as they all dispersed from the dustbin. I peeped and looked around to see if they were gone and came outside

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I immediately hurried home, smelling like trash. I banged the door hard. "Father, please open the door," I screamed in fear so those gangsters wouldn't come get me.

I heard their voices coming near, and my brother opened the door for me at the minute. I hurriedly entered, locking the door and switching off the light.

I panted in and out. "Control yourself, Jones," I uttered to myself.

"Thank you so much, Johnny," I hugged him tightly.

I brought out the wallet and counted the dollars I collected. It was huge. I guess they were more than gangsters but thieves.

"I hope father will be impressed," I sighed.

"Let's go to sleep, Johnny," I said to him when the voice of my cruel and cold stepfather sounded.

"Uhhmm," he cleared his throat, switching on the light.

"Where have you been, you worthless omega?" he yelled.

"Answer me," he bellowed.

"Father, you sent me out to get money, which I did," I replied to him

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"Then where is the money, huh?" he uttered, unbuckling his belt.

"Here you go, father," I quickly handed it over to him to avoid being beaten by him.

"This is not enough," he angrily stares as he counts the money.

"I need more money. This can't feed you and your brother."

"Now go to the poultry and check how many chickens laid eggs. Make sure you sell everything at the supermarket, okay?" he bellowed

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"Now, why do you smell like trash?" he questioned me

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Now, after God saved me from not returning empty-handed, he started to scold me for smelling like trash.

I wonder how my mom feels in heaven. I sniffed back my tears. "I will go change, father," I stood up with my younger brother, going into the room.

"Make sure I don't wake you up tomorrow morning, so you won't regret it," he yelled.

I kept running, searching for the Moon Goddess. "Where is the Moon Goddess?" I yelled, hitting the ground while kneeling.

"The only way you can be free is to have a virgin bear you an heir," echoed the voices. I knelt, yelling back at the earth.

Grabbing my chest, I took a deep breath and released it, coughing loudly. "Is there anything wrong, Alpha?" a voice sounded from behind the door.

I didn't reply. I stood up, went straight to the mini kitchen in my room, took a packet of cigars, lit one, and put it in my mouth. I went to the balcony.

"Oh, God, this has to stop," I growled in anger. I am a mighty Alpha, feared by everyone in the land, but deep down, I am facing a lot. These dreams... I cursed under my breath.

I angrily took another cigar, lit it up, and smoked it roughly.

*Flashback*

It was late at night, and I overheard my dad talking about something. I walked up to them, and they were in shock.

"Father," I stammered.

"I guess he will do the job," he smirked, walking towards me. My dad was more of a mafia werewolf. He walked up to me.

"Son, how are you?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Dad. I overheard you say something. Are you trying to..."

"Shh," he interrupted me, making me keep quiet.

"We are going to the Moon Pack. We need to hijack the heart of the Moon Goddess to cure our people. The disease is getting too much," he said without any emotions.

"The war we are going for, I want you to be violent. I don't want you to show emotions. If I die, make sure you carry out my plans," he hit my chest.

"Let's go," he grabbed his weapons, and his guards did the same.

"We show no mercy," he brought out a map. "This is how our attack will be." We left at midnight.

There was a great sickness in our pack for some years, and a lot of agony ruling our kingdom. We needed to do something. My father was a mafia Alpha, and the only thing that struck his mind was to steal the heart of the Moon Goddess. She was connected to a woman who ruled the Moon Pack wolves, Luna. We just needed to take the heart through her.

"Father, please don't die," I yelled out loud in pain as my father was soaked in blood.

"Do it, son. Show no mercy," he said weakly, taking his last breath and dying.

"Father!" I screamed in pain. I stood up in a rage, going towards the Luna of the Moon Pack. The rage has been with me since I was born. I possessed a lot of abilities. I made everyone stand still, walked towards her, sliced her body in two, and withdrew the heart.

I jumped on my horse, going back to my pack alongside my escort. I remember to this day; that I never unfroze them. Now I have been cursed by the Moon Goddess, and it was striking heavily.

"Your Highness, the Moon Goddess is cursing you already."

"Keep quiet and let's keep going," I yelled as we continued our journey back.

*Flashback ended*

A loud bang sounded on my door, but I didn't move. Instead, I went to my cupboard, brought out my gun, and said, "Come in."

The door opened, and he was trembling in fear, afraid of what was in store for him. "Have mercy on me," he pleaded.

"She lost her child," I released the trigger of my gun, piercing his neck. He fell immediately, and his blood started gushing out.

"Shit!" I yelled, hitting the wall, and angrily left the room.

All this has to stop. I need to end the curse. It should have stopped by now. We are in the 21st century. "The curse should have been broken," I yelled out loud, moving to the garden.

I took a deep breath. "Get the car ready. I need to go out," I ordered. He left immediately, honked at the car, and I walked into it. A lot of other convoys were behind me for protection.

Looking at the city of New York, it was already morning, and many humans were on the street, laughing, happy, and thanking God for another day. "Shit, I hate this," I whispered as my convoy arrived at the fortune teller.

The door was still open, with a splash of blood on my body. I walked into a dark room surrounded by candles and ancient drawings. A woman sat at a table with a veil on her face. She sensed my presence.

"I smell blood," she sniffed.

"Keep quiet. Do you want to die?" I asked aggressively.

"Oh, my Alpha, I thought it was a mere human. Forgive me," she pleaded.

"I can only do that if you tell me the solution to my problem," I walked closer to her and sat down.

"I want you to stretch your hand," I stretched it without hesitation. She grabbed it and began to recite some words.

"Reveal to me, Moon Goddess," she started invoking the airport as the wind started blowing profusely. Suddenly, blood started to drop from her nose.

"You need to marry a virgin who will bear you an heir," she said as she came out of the trance, touching her nose and seeing the blood.

"I have delivered the message," she fell to the ground, gasping for air. I stood up and left with no emotions.

I entered my convoy back, and my assistant looked at me, waiting for me to say something.

"Keep your gaze on me," he immediately took his face off me and focused on the steering.

"Put an advert for me. I need something," I said.

"What?"

"I need a virgin to bear me an heir to the throne. The fortune teller is dead."

"Did you kill her?" he asked.

"The Moon Goddess killed her for attempting to break my curse," I brought out a cigar and lit it.

"May the souls of all the faithful departed rest in perfect peace."

"Amen."

"Holy Mary, mother of Goddess, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death."

"Amen."

They dug the floor and lowered the casket. Burning my premature child was so painful. I looked at Ava on the other side, who looked like a shattered piece. This is our seventh child now, and they are all gone.

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I walked away alongside my bodyguards. I gave them a signal, and Mike went towards the truck. He opened it and started distributing the leaflets to both strangers and everyone at the funeral.

I made sure this time no human was able to collect the leaflet of me looking for a virgin as my bride. I don't want more abomination.

I laughed, "You think you can lure me with your body," I said with my leg on my desk.

"I can barely give you an heir, Alpha."

"You are human!"

"It is the audacity for me," I added, taking my bullet and inserting it into the gun.

"Please, don't harm me, Alpha Scott," she pleaded.

"I show no mercy." I pulled the trigger and was ready to release it. When the door opened, it was Mike, my beta, and my PA. He was at least closest to me and owed me his life.

"Alpha Scott!" he screamed. I didn't listen to him and released the trigger.

"Get her away," with blood gushing out of her eye.

He signaled to the guards outside, who took the dead body out. He felt like he failed to calm my nerves down. Without any permission, he sat down.

"Don't you think what we are doing is so much in a hurry?" he questioned me.

"I don't think it's in a hurry. I need an heir to break the curse and train him to be a mighty mafia alpha like me." I hit the table, but he wasn't moved. He remained calm.

"Don't you think I should think about Ava? She just lost her baby."

"I have no feelings, Mike. You know that!" I flare my eyes at him.

"She disgraced herself. She should have kept her virginity for me if she loved me." I slammed the table harder.

"Oh, sorry. I don't mean to piss you off. Anything you say, I'm at your service." He bowed his head, and the angry frown that ceased on my forehead came down immediately.

"Now tell me, where are there more humans than werewolves?" I was surprised to see humans applying to become my mate. Only if I can find my true mate. I used manipulations to convince the packs that Ava was my real mate, but now I need to find a virgin and my mate.

"Do you think it's an easy task to get a virgin? Most girls here are exposed, and virgins aren't written on their foreheads," Mike said unconsciously, making me come out of a trance.

"There must be a way. Get me the list of the debtors who owe me," my eyes turned to a scary fierce.

"I will."

(At his house office) †††††††

"Welcome, Hugo," I greeted him with a devilish smile as he walked in with Mike.

"Don't be afraid, okay? I heard you want to see me." I gestured with my hand for him to take a seat. He sat down with his body trembling in fear.

"Mike, show his name." I handed over the book of debtors to him.

"I know, Alpha Scott, that I owe you, but why don't we do business?" he said in a rushed tone with fear in his voice.

"Hmm," I nodded. "Bring it up."

"Why don't we do it? I saw your offer of $10,000, and I owe you $2,000. Why don't you give me $8,000, and I give you my daughter?" he smiled, scratching his head and feeling restless.

"Hmm, what assurance are you giving me that your daughter is a virgin and can bear me an heir?" With my fingers tucked into each other, I placed my hand on the table, looking at him with a fearful glance, making him shake.

"Just give me the money and have her. I swear no man has touched her." He started swearing.

"What will you give me in return if she is not a virgin?" I questioned him.

"My life," he stammered.

"Good. Mike, bring the cash." Mike went and came in with a briefcase. He unlocked it and placed it on the table. I turned it over to him.

His eyes of greed focused on the money and started smiling excitedly. I wonder which father will put his child's life in danger.

He was about to reach out for the money when I closed the suitcase back. "Hand him over the agreement form." Mike nodded.

He placed an agreement form on the table. He glanced through it in a hurry without looking at what was being stated there.

"I agree," he nodded like a fool. I smirked at him when Mike placed the knife in front of me, his face sharpened quickly.

"Stretch forth your hand," I commanded him, and he shook his hands.

"Eyes closed," he immediately shut his eyes, with little confidence remaining in him.

"Go ahead, Mike." Mike took the knife and sliced the flesh of his index finger.

"Arg," he groaned in pain. "Open your eyes," I commanded. "Now use your blood as your signature." He hurriedly died in pain.

"This will serve as a reminder to you. You just tasted a bit of death if the agreement did not fall as planned."

"Take the money and leave. We will sort the rest." He hurriedly carried the briefcase and exited in a blink of an eye.

I smirked as he left.