CHAPTER 2 The Curse
She sniffled miserably as she looked around her. Somehow she had ended up in the popular club district of the city, well known for its nightlife.
The pulsating beats that emanated from inside some of the buildings did nothing but remind her of the strong, rhythmic heartbeat that she would hear when she laid her head on Brad’s chest, and the grief would hit her all over again.
‘Perhaps you can find a quieter bar,’ Maeve growled.
A*n jumped at the sudden gruff voice in her head and it took her a moment before she had recovered enough to reply.
‘But… Maeve… I don’t drink… I never have.’ A*n protested.
‘No? Well, fated mates don’t ever sleep with their mate’s sister either… yet here we are. Now seems like a perfect time to start drinking.’ She snapped back brutally.
A*n bit her lip, unsure how to reply and she felt the sensation of Maeve sighing heavily.
‘Even if you don’t want to drink, I want something to numb us both. Fratricide is frowned upon and if I see that b*tch again then you can be sure that she’ll get what’s coming to her. Until then, find somewhere quiet and drink until I shut up.’ she grumbled.
A*n took a deep breath and lowered her head, hoping that her hair covered her face from the curious glances that were cast her way.
They eventually arrived at a bar well known for its high-profile clientele and commitment to protecting their privacy. It was the perfect place to hide for a little while.
doorman stopped her instantly and
know we’re called The Minster, but I think you’ve got the wrong kind of church, you can’t get
cheeks flush furiously as she lifted her
as he realized who she was
hopelessly, stumbling over his words as A*n narrowed her eyes at him and
I would go and see a comedian. I wanted somewhere quiet to drink where no one would bother me.”
Being the daughter of an Alpha King granted her that privilege and as she squeezed into the booth, lifting the hem of
manager of the establishment approached her and apologized profusely for the conduct of his doorman. As a way of
when he handed her the drinks
glass of Bellevue Cabernet, she came to the decision that there was no way that she would go through with this wedding. If Brad could do this to her now, before they were even married and marked, the chances were that his behavior
rip his penis off so he’ll never be able to bury
some reason, A*n giggled at Maeve’s fierceness and a ripple of amusement ran through her from Maeve’s
I think the rejection should do fine.’ A*n
a man home with you tonight
wine deepening suddenly as she felt her ears grow
her way through the maze-like corridors of private rooms and private offices, she walked straight into what she thought was the
took a seat in the cubicle, the sound of footsteps
indeed had a drastic effect on her. Although they had a naturally strong tolerance for alcohol, the Bellevue witches had worked wonders with their
She swayed a little as she stood and turned to flush when she froze. The distinct tones of the two males talking could be heard quite clearly.
“Alpha, I know you don’t want to talk about this but you really must consider your options.” A male voice pleaded.
“Not this again, Allen.” A deep, husky voice sighed heavily, clearly tired of whatever subject this related to.
‘Eavesdropping seems to be a talent that we’ve recently acquired…’ Maeve slurred in amusement in A*n’s head.
‘Shhhh! They might hear us!’ A*n answered back through their mind link, stifling yet another giggle.
“If the others find out about the curse, then you know it will lead to bids for takeovers.”
“And what? If I don’t have a Luna I can’t rule well? Give me a break, Allen.” The deep voice snorted derisively.
“If you can’t produce an heir the pack’s future isn’t secure! At least consider taking a chosen mate.”
“And if my mate shows up in the meantime?”
“Can you be sure that they would be truthful about that matter? The curse took away your ability to…”
The curse? What the curse is?