My Cursed Mate

Trembling, Reiga stood up and slowly walked to where the cloak was. He did not have the heart to open it and gently gathered Regulus in his arms. Conrad who was behind him silently watched the man. A thin hand with cuts and bruises fell from under the cloak and Conrad could already tell what the man went through.

His fists clenched but he could no longer do anything. Just as they were about to leave the place, Sangria appeared. She looked at the both of them then at the cloak that was in Reiga’s hand.

“Where is he?” She growled.

Reiga who would usually flinch at the Luna’s presence stood there and faced her. “He’s dead. You can’t even recognize your own mate.” He looked down at the body he was holding.

Sangria froze.

She was furious when she discovered that Reiga and the others disobeyed her orders. Even more so because Conrad helped them. But before she could do anything to them, Reiga connected with Conrad and told them their situation.

With much convincing from the man, Sangria gathered the warriors to come to their aid. They traveled at the fastest speed they could and on the way, she felt it, a sudden feeling of loss. It made her uncomfortable and her wolf agitated. It was a gnawing feeling that was eating her inside.

Sangria suddenly stopped with her hand on her chest. Her heart was beating fast and her breathing became unstable. She reached out for a tree for support as her vision started to get blurry. There was something wrong.

** “What’s happening?” She had her eyes closed but her wolf was unresponsive. It remained silent. She couldn’t feel her werewolf.

The warriors who were traveling with her stopped when they saw that the Luna was acting strange. One of them approached her only to hear a growl from Sangria.

“Leave. I’ll follow after I sort out myself.” She ordered.

Worried, the warriors were reluctant to leave but they couldn’t get close to her. “Is everything alright, Luna?” One of them voiced his question. “Should I inform Beta Conrad?”

“No. I told you all to leave first. I don’t want to repeat myself.” She finally opened her eyes and they were already a golden color.

The warriors took a step back. Golden eyes were a signal that the Luna’s wolf was about to come out. They reluctantly left as per the woman’s command. Sangria leaned on the tree trunk with her head suddenly pounding. The headache was causing her discomfort and was making her dizzy. The urge to vomit overcame her but she couldn’t vomit anything.

She started breathing heavily and experienced a shortness of breath which made her crouch down. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her body. It came so suddenly that it was throwing her off.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

** “Our mate…” A growl echoed inside the Sangria’s head. It worsened her headache like it was about to explode.

** “What are you talking about?” She answered inside her mind. Her wolf finally showed herself and was suddenly talking about their mate when she never did so in the past.

** “You need to go to our mate.” It was the only answer Sangria got from her wolf before she disappeared again.

After a while, the discomfort and dizzy spell disappeared. Everything was back to normal except for the emptiness that she was feeling. She tilted her head from side to side but the feeling of loss was still there. She was confused but she had no time to dwell on it because she was on a mission.

She started to move again and followed behind the warriors. She was the last to arrive at the location and strangely enough the feeling of loss she has continued to grow. She looked at the rescued wolves and found that her mate was not there, so were Reiga and Conrad.

Sangria started to sniff the air but her mate’s scent wasn’t there. According to the report, they managed to save Regulus but she couldn’t smell him. The only scent she caught was her betas so she went to them and found them in a strange silence.

She could tell that there were three people in there, one was not breathing while the other two were her betas. Still, her mate’s scent was missing. It annoyed her that she couldn’t tell where he was and yet Reiga’s answer pinned her on her spot.

Her eyes went down to what Reiga was holding. She could finally smell the familiar scent of blood coming from whatever it was that Reiga was holding.

Conrad removed his cloak and laid it on the ground. Reiga laid Regulus’s body on top of it before they both stepped away to give the Luna some space. They silently and patiently waited for her to make her move because it looked like she was still processing what was happening.

The other wolves finally came but chose to stay at a distance. All of them looked solemn and silent. All their eyes were directed at the body on the ground. It looked so small and not that of a grown-up man. They had their own guesses but nobody wanted to confirm it.

Sangria finally took the first step, the second step until she reached where Regulus was. The fact that he was dead hadn’t completely registered in her mind yet. She was moving like a mechanical doll as she slowly reached out for the cloak that was covering her mate’s body.

Her hand trembled while holding the cloak and she had no idea why. The cloak was slowly lifted and revealed the sorry state of Regulus’s body. The cloak slipped out from her hand and covered him again. It was just a glimpse but it still elicited several growls from the warriors who were there.

Sangria’s eyes were wide. She couldn’t believe what she saw and just like that tears started to stream down from her eyes. There were no words to describe what she saw and what she was feeling right at that moment. She suddenly felt lost as she looked around.

“We wanted to take him back immediately in hopes that the saint could fix his body but even so, we were still late. I promised him that we will rescue him but we came too late,” Reiga suddenly started saying, “Luna Sangria, shall I blame you?”