Michael

"A long time ago, Edward Kingston, my grandfather and your great grandfather was the alpha king. He was a power hungry beast and could burn heaven and hell for power. He was mean, greedy and a sadistic bastard. But his mate was the most lovely soul to have ever existed on earth."

PAST

In the hilly areas of Arrington lived a witch called Cassandra. She was a beautiful soul living in tranquil environment happily. She lived alone there. No coven and no family. Just her and her garden. The hilly area was covered with green grass that swayed with the wind and a river flowed just below the hill. It was her favorite spot to spend her time. The river filled her with a feeling she couldn't describe in words. It was close to serenity but much more powerful than it.

One day when she was going down the river she saw someone looking at the river while his back faced her. She released a small sound of surprise and the stranger whipped his head in the direction of the noise. The first thing she saw was his eyes. Blue. The colour of exquisite beauty. The colour of the ocean. The colour of the sky. She then roamed her eyes along his face and was shocked to find such a beautiful man in the middle of nowhere. The man slowly stood up and came door in front of her. She looked at him shyly when he said a word that shocked her to the core.

"Mate." He said softly and she looked up at him with wide eyes.

Cassandra never thought that she could be the mate of a werewolf. She looked up at him with a smile and he returned her his own. His smile wasn't the one you would ever give a loved one. It was a cunning smile that suggested he was thinking of ways he could use her for more power but his sweet mate didn't notice that. He didn't want any packs. He just wanted an empire which he could rule solely.

Edward acted like he was in love with Cassandra and she believed his act. Through his act he convinced Cassandra to move in with him at the palace as he was the king and had to rule his empire. Cassandra was so happy and fell in love with him without realizing his motives. After some days at the palace his true colours became clear. At the palace everyone looked at her as if she was a whore. She told Edward that but he didn't listen.

At that time, when a person's mate slept with someone else he or she didn't feel the cheating pain. The goddess didn't want to hurt the person for her or his mate's mistake.

Then one day, some maids came in her room and dressed her up in a slutty dress. She protested but they slapped her and told her to shut up. They then left her room before locking it from outside. She didn't understand why everyone behaved like that with her. She wanted to leave. She missed the hill and her home. She missed the calmness of the river and the greenery of her garden. She wanted to cry. It had been a week since she last saw him. She was so lost in the memories of her home that she didn't hear when the door was opened. The sound of footsteps snapped her out from her memories and into the present. She looked up to see her mate coming toward her with a cold expression. Her mind told her to not go to him but her heart said the opposite. She stood up and ran to him to hug him but he didn't return the hug. She looked up at him to found him looking at her with a harsh glare. She immediately stepped back and wrapped her arms around her. His gaze raked her figure and then settled on her face and his glare turned harsher than before.

"Wh-what h-happened?" She stuttered intimidated by his glare.

He stepped towards her and she immediately stepped backwards in fear. They continued this until her back touched the wall and there was nowhere to go. She was sure he wouldn't hurt her but she still feared him when he looked like that.

His hand wrapped around her throat and he started chocking her. Her hand wrapped around his as she tried to remove his hand but it didn't happen. He was too strong for her.

"What happened! You are seriously asking me that when you just warmed Caius's bed and now you are dressed in this slutty dress to seduce me. You know what, Caius told me that he took your virginity and my maids told me how you have tried to seduce every good looking guy so far. So if you yourself don't have any self respect then why should I respect you. I should sleep with you as you didn't have a problem warming the bed of my warriors then you wouldn't resist with me. Will you?"

That day he took something that wasn't his. It was supposed to be given to someone who loved her with every fibre of his being. But Edward snatched that. He raped her. It was his plan. Caius, his beta had helped Edward. He had gone to Cassandra's room when she was asleep and came back out without a shirt. To everyone who was in the hallway it looked like that whore slept with the beta too.

The day he raped her, Cassandra vowed that she will never forgive him.

Edward had done that as he knew that the elders will not protest if he sold a whore to any pack for money. He could have just kidnapped her and brought her to the kingdom but he didn't because he hadn't forgotten the fact that she was a witch. She had magic but so far she hadn't shown anything to him.

Cassandra was locked up in a dungeon after the rape where she was barely getting any food or water. She had bruises on her face, arms and thighs. Her body was covered with bite marks and her heart shattered every time she recalled what her protector had done to her. She couldn't believe that her mate did this to her. She had to slap and pinch herself every few minutes to make sure this was not a nightmare. She ws filled with rage and had made her decision. She was a witch and no one but her knew about the power she held. The power to curse a person. And her curses were always fulfilled. And this time she knew who she had to curse.

After some weeks, her mate came to meet her. He stepped into the dungeon and the dungeon looked small with his enormous frame in it.

He didn't say anything and just stared at her with a malicious smile. Cassandra wanted to slap him, punch him and stab him. She wanted to do something that would cause him the same pain she had been living in. Slowly, she opened her mouth.

"I, Cassandra White curse you, Edward Kingston that you and your future generations will never recieve the love of your mate. She would die in six months after your encounter if you accept her and you and your future generations will have an incurable disease after your mate's death." She cursed and then took the knife she had been hiding with her for weeks and stabbed herself. Just before she closed her eyes to give into the darkness she caught sight of her mate's eyes filled with tears and she smiled to herself before whispering a soft goodbye.

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I had been flabbergasted after hearing that story. My wolf was heartbroken when he came to know that we will never get the love of a mate. I wanted to scream. I wanted to kill. I wanted blood.

"Edward died a few weeks after because he couldn't shake off the guilt and his wolf was heartbroken at the death of his mate. He was the reason for the death of only person who mattered. He killed the only person who tried to find light in his darkness. He wanted his mate back. He wanted forgiveness but the one who could forgive him was no-more.

A day before his death Edward found a letter in his diary. It was from Cassandra.

I know you regret what you did to me. And I shouldn't curse your future generations but it is necessary. I want to be sure that your successors will not make the same mistake that you did. If I curse someone I also show them the way up break the curse. The curse will only be broken by one of your successors. I will send a girl to the mortal world who will be the key to redemption. She will have crimson eyes which will signify love, passion and anger. She will be an otherworldly beauty. She will have the power to destroy. The power to shield. She will have the most dangerous gift. The gift to inflict pain as she would have experienced every type of pain that will ever exist. Your worthy successor will have to found her and make a blood oath with her that he will love his mate like she deserves.

Yours,

Cassandra or what the werewolves call me— Moon goddess.

Edward had adopted a child after Cassandra's death who will become the next ruler. He was none other than my father or your grandfather Lucas Kingston. The curse was the reason why your mother died. It is the reason why I am going to die. Promise me you will reject your mate. I don't want the blood of another innocent on our hands. Promise me."

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Those were the last words my father said before he left me. Left this world and went to mom.

I stare at the locket my Hope gave me. It was a star shaped one and silver in colour. It was beautiful. Everything about her is beautiful. Even if I didn't get her for the rest of my existence, I will just stare at the locket she gave me. It was important to her for some reason. I always felt jealous when I saw a mated couple because they didn't have to care about anything. They could love each other without a stupid curse in between.

I had been trying to find that girl for two centuries but my search always led to a dead end. Axel and Zach, my beta and gamma had been helping me find that girl but no one had ever seen a girl with red eyes. I couldn't even tell them why I was searching madly for that girl. My father had told one of his friend and that friend had died with the same disease my father had.

I snap out of my thoughts when I smell two scents. The first on is of Sandro. Apple and fresh grass. The second is of Nate. Another warrior. Oak and rosewood. A knock sounds on the door of my painting room.

"Your majesty, the elders want to talk." mindlinks my one of the warriors Sandro.

I open the door to find Sandro and Nate standing there. They both bow before me and Sandro speaks again.

" They want to know about the new policy. " he says and falls silent again.

The elders are seriously stupid. Sometimes I want to put all those old hags into a car and push them down the Niagara falls. I just sigh and tie the locket around my neck and walk to the conference room. On the way every maid and wolf bow their head when I pass and I nod at them.

' Let's show those old men who's the king.' My wolf, Alarick's voice fills my head and I smirk to myself. He had been quiet since the rejection.

'welcome back, Mutt' I reply back.

'Speak for yourself kid.' He snaps and I laugh quietly.

I missed this. I missed us.

And now I miss my Hope.