My Cursed Mate

Throughout the night, Evos was persistent in trying to reach out to Vega through the mind-link and yet there was no response. Despite Evos’ frequent attempts to connect, there was still no reply which was an indication that the man might be unconscious

Upon waking up from her unsettling slumber plagued by nightmares and fear, Kazandra’s first sentence was, “You have a Saint.”

Surprised, Evos nodded. “Yes, but it won’t be easy to meet them. Even with the help of our Alpha it would still be difficult to talk to them.”

Kazandra understood. From her experience in leading a pack, people who had the special power to foresee the future preferred to stay in secluded places and isolate themselves from the other members of the pack. It was an unwritten rule that they should minimize interacting with any other pack members.

“I still want to meet them,” Kazandra insisted. They had no other choice but to consult with a Saint.

Spell casters were few in numbers. Like the Saints, they chose to leave in seclusion and away from people. In her eight hundred years of living, Kazandra had yet to meet any spell casters and the only Saint she knew was the one within her pack. With no means of reaching out to other spell casters, their only hope is connecting with Cerulean’s Saint.

Determined about it, Kazandra met Evos’s eyes, leaving him no choice but to acquiesce to her demand. He stepped out of the room and into the balcony that offered a sweeping view of Kazandra’s expansive estate. The verdant fields and boundless stretches of trees reminded him of Cerulean.

Feeling nostalgic of the past, Evos shook his head and took a deep breath. This feeling of melancholy must have been because he was about to contact the Alpha and tell him that his brother was missing. He was never the bringer of bad news and now that he needed to deliver one, he couldn’t shake the feeling of apprehension and unease settling within him.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

He took his time and when he was ready, he closed his eyes and explored his mind until he found the connection that would instantly connect him with Alpha Megrez. After making the connection, he found himself unable to speak.

Alpha Megrez just stepped out from a meeting when he felt a probe in his mind. It was rare for anyone to personally contact him aside from his siblings and his betas. When members of the pack have concerns, they would visit him or call him through the phone or relay their message to the betas.

*** “It’s Evos,” his wolf informed him.

This only deepened the frown on his face. ‘Why would Evos suddenly contact him through the mind link when he usually calls through the phone?’

** “It’s rare for you to contact me through the mind link, what’s the matter?” He initiated the conversation when he noticed that the other man wasn’t speaking, which was very unlike him.

*** “Something’s wrong,” his wolf commented.

While waiting for Evos to respond, Megrez went back to his office and locked the door. He placed the documents he was holding on his table before he sat down on one of the couches in the room. A shadow of foreboding crept in the longer that the other person remained silent.

** “Evos Lieden,” Megrez growled at the lack of response. “If you refuse to speak now, I will call Vega.”

** “Vega is missing.” Evos finally said it.

Megrez’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the unexpected news. Each passing second felt like an eternity as he processed the information. Gradually, his fists clenched, and his jaw tensed, a myriad of thoughts racing through his mind in rapid succession. His gaze turned to a piercing gold hue, a manifestation of his escalating emotions, followed by the violent shattering of furniture within the room, echoing the turmoil within him.

** “What do you mean missing? How could he go missing!?” Megrez tried to keep his anger, but his words still came out as a harsh growl that shook the room.

** “One of the members of ORDER got him. No traces. The only clue we got is that the person who got him is Injurious, the spell caster.” Evos tried his best to tone down his anxiousness and to speak without stuttering.

A deafening roar echoed through the pack house, accompanied by the violent shattering of glass and the destruction of everything within the room – furniture, walls, ceiling, and floor alike – all trembling under the force of his overwhelming power. Megrez’s clothes ripped as he transformed into his massive, golden colored wolf, far too powerful to be contained within the confines of the room. Driven by an overwhelming fury, he burst through the window of his office and dashed into the forest. He needed a run to calm himself down.

Evos’s connection with the Alpha broke after he heard the Alpha’s angry growl. He turned to look at the people inside the room. He took a deep breath before trying to contact the Alpha once again and this time no one answered.

“What’s the matter?” Ingrid approached him when she saw his worried face.

“I… can’t contact the Alpha,” he answered. “After I told him what happened my connection was suddenly cut off.”

“Something must have happened. Why don’t you try calling through the phone instead,” she suggested.

Heeding the advice, Evos dialed the Alpha’s number but it didn’t connect. He tried again but it came out the same. Browsing through his contacts, he found one of the Beta’s numbers and dialed it. Luckily, it connected.

“I can’t contact the Alpha, did something happen?” A look of worry flashed on his face.

“He…The Alpha is currently in a bad mood. His office was destroyed and now no one can reach him after he ran off to the forest. We can only wait for him to calm down,” the Beta answered. The slight trembling of his voice did not escape Evos’s notice.

“I understand. Thank you.” He ended the call and looked at Ingrid. “Something did happen. I won’t be able to contact the Alpha for now. He is not in a very good mood.”

“If that’s the case, let’s return to Zaithan and visit Cerulean,” Kazandra declared. It was not a suggestion. “If we wait any longer, anything can happen. I won’t make the same mistake.”

Evos did not understand the woman’s worry. He too was worried and he was convinced that Alpha Megrez felt the same but by the end of the day, Vega was still an alpha werewolf – a formidable fighter capable of defending himself. However, if the situation was what he guessed, Kazandra’s worry was not to be taken lightly. An incapacitated werewolf would be in a dangerous state.