My Mate is My Curse

Zopia’s POV "Say it, or I'll kill you now!" he shouted at me, his voice hushed. My blood dripped across my body to the ground when I was hanging upside down on the ceiling. Sloppily opening my eyes, I blinked a couple of times before the blur in my eyes turned clear. A big bloke stood in front of me. He is a rogue, the evilest creature in Werewolf Land, while the second evilest is the witch. I took a deep breath to suppress the throb in my head. "How dare you sneak into my place?" he spat at my face. Yes, I sneaked into his rogue cave just earlier in the morning. As the first female beta in Werewolf Land, I was here to catch rogues. “Catch rogues? Are you kidding me? How can you catch rogues under such circumstances? Zo?” A voice questioned me in my head. She is my wolf, Arya. She called me Zo, for short, Zopia. My parents give me this name as it has the meaning of the sharpest knife in the Werewolf Language. I did grow up into a sharp knife as I took the position of Beta in the East Pack by challenging hundreds of werewolves three years ago. But it’s a pity my parents didn’t get the chance to witness my fights. To be precise, they died 12 years ago, when I was six. “Talk! Why did you sneak into our cave?” The rogue shouted at me. His knife patted my face, slowly sweeping across my cheek. I inhaled his scent, the familiar scent, the rogue scent. I lost my parents surrounded by such a scent. I still remembered how I peeked through the c***k of the closet, finding my Papa lying in the pool of blood. Several rogues kicked him and wiped the blood from their leather boots on my Papa’s T-shirt. My lips parted lightly. I said to the rogue, “I want to be a rogue like you guys.” A flash of stunning expression flickered in the rogue's face before he sniffed with a half-despicable and half-unbelievable expression. “Liar!” He caught my hair from below and lifted my head up. My whole body was curled into a C letter. I was quite like a caterpillar as my legs and arms were tied tightly around my waist with ropes. The second I imagined myself becoming a caterpillar, I couldn’t help to laugh a little. “Are you b***h laughing?” The rogue shouted, waving my head through my hair. The blood flooded into my head, burning my face hotter. “Not now, Zo. Stop laughing.” Arya reminded me in my head, “Time for business.” I restrained myself quickly. “Sorry,” I replied to her while my eyes raked across the environment of the cave. In the left corner were five she-wolves tied up together. They winced in a low voice. Two rogues stood beside and kicked them from time to time, threatening the she-wolves not to cry. At the entrance of the cave were three rogues smoking and chatting. Six rogues in total. And five girls to save. Early in the morning, the sunlight shined through the cave. It was already too late, I had to go back to the East Pack before the pack meeting began. Alpha Patton has criticized me many times for attending meetings late. No more playing games. I croaked out, “Bro, please put me down.” I negotiated with the rogue. “To be honest, I’m here to kill rogues. But I can give you a chance to save your life if you put me down now.” I smiled at him. I was unsure whether he could recognize the smile as the blood marred my face. My tone was kind and sweet, I thought. Even so kind-hearted to consider sparing his life. “What the f**k!” He said, then it was his turn to laugh. He laughed with his stony body shaking lightly as if he heard some joke. “Sorry, then,” I said. My eyes landed on his lower body and my energy instantly gathered together. An invisible link formed between my mind and his inner leg bones. Crack! Following the sound of bones breaking was the rogue screaming. He immediately kneeled in front of me. His eyes widened, now looking at me with another look, suspicious. No facial expression, my eyes moved from his legs across his waist, chest to his neck. Crack! c***k! c***k! This is my gift – cracking solid things without touching them in reality. My mind broke his bones one by one as the fantastic bombs blew up. I didn’t blink. He screamed in front of me. His eyes were begging me. His body bent at a weird angle. Within five seconds, he died quickly. No blood oozed from his body, clean and elegant. His crazy scream in those five seconds contained endless terror, causing everyone’s hair to shoot up and goosebumps to rise. He died, but his screams seemed to linger around my ear. I cracked the rope wrapped around me with little force. I dropped down to the ground, sighing. This is why I was here – to kill rogues. Twelve years ago, my parents were killed by a bunch of mysterious rogues who broke into our house at midnight. I was the only one who survived. So the day when I found out my powerful gift, I started to kill rogues. But the most important thing for me is to find the murderer and avenge my parents. I lived with this urge. Or I could have killed myself in the orphanage when abused by the so-called teacher. Though luckily, later, the Alpha Patton from the East Pack adopted me. He used to say that he would never imagine the skinny girl he picked up from the orphanage would become his Beta one day. “Who are you…?” My mind was brought back by a rogue’s question. I was back on my feet, staring at the three rogues at the entrance. “Zopia Andreson, the Beta from the East Pack,” I said. My voice was low but penetrating, ensuring they heard clearly what I said. One of them, a short rogue, choked up for air, “Are you that Beta, the first Beta not from the Beta bloodline?” “I am,” I said. A big grin broke up inside. He was not so stupid to recognize me. “What? Zopi what?” A brown-eyed rogue asked the short one. “Shh…” The short rogue stopped him, “Why do you sneak…no…visit our cave?” I smiled, “I kill rogues for fun.” The brown-eyed immediately yelled out, “you b***h, you’re looking for death.” He rushed at me with his wolf speed. He’s shifting. “No, Ben…” the short one tried to stop him but it was too late. I tilted my head, snapping his neck before his claw landed on me. “Uh…” He uttered a short syllabus. His eyes met mine, enlarging to be surprised and then desperate, finally, not glowing. He crashed into the cold stone floor, died, perhaps not knowing how he died. The she-wolves in the corner screamed at the same time. I gave them a glimpse and they quickly zipped their mouths. The short rogue stepped out, “Please, Beta Zopia, I’ve heard you, challenging hundreds of male werewolves to gain the Beta position. What do you want from us?” Not bad. I’ve killed rogues for years. This is the best type of rogue – analyzing the situation accurately and giving up fighting against me quickly. “I want…” I opened my mouth. By then, a pain inside hit me in my stomach. It was the wolfsbane working. I got drugged by their wolfsbane just now. Arya sighed in my mind, "You jumped into their wolfsbane trap on purpose so you can follow the rogue's scent to find their cave. I know you want to find more rogues. But you don't have to be cruel to yourself." The metal blood rushed to my throat. I was close to vomiting when I forced myself to swallow them down. The rogues were still watching me. I couldn’t let them sense my unwell being. “I want you to call me Alpha.” I finished my sentence, cold sweat oozing from my forehead, Who set the rule of only the Alpha bloodline being Alpha? This is my first step toward avenging my parents – gathering the rogues into my secret Rogue Pack. Then they would help to look for the real rogue murders. I saw the hesitation on their faces. Walking towards them, I lowered my voice eerily, “Or do you want to die like them?” I snapped my head at the two lifeless corpses, one twisting into a weird shape and one lying peacefully with only a pair of desperate eyes. That short rogue shook like a falling leaf. "Alpha. You're my Alpha." He stuttered and dropped his knees down roughly. Following him, other rogues called out, "Alpha...Alpha..." I nodded to them, "Good kids, take off your shirts." The short rogue suddenly blushed, hugging himself, "What do you want from us?" I rolled my eyes, "just pull off your shirts. Fast! Or do you need me to rip you off with my gift?" I urged them. I could save time for the pack meeting. Hearing my words, they immediately got their shirts off. I walked up to them while they flinched. I gripped the short man's shoulder to check. No chrysanthemum tattoos were on his left shoulder. No. My gaze raked from the short man's shoulder to the last one in the line. No one has a chrysanthemum tattoo. I sighed, pulling out a picture from my pocket. The picture showed a blind woman which I drew when I was 6 years old. I held it to them, "Have you ever seen her?" They gathered closer to see my picture before shaking their heads. The murderers who killed my parents were rogues with chrysanthemum tattoos on their left shoulders. Their lead was a blind she-wolf whose face had been drawn down by me at six. Not surprised that they refused to see the tattooed rogues and she-wolf, I answered, "Okay, you are officially allowed to join my Rogue Pack now." After mind-linking my own rogue Beta to bring them back, I walked out of the cave. I have searched for murderers among rogues for years, but no useful clues have been found by me. As time passed, I caught more rogues and my own secret Rogue Pack became big. I believed one day I would find out who killed my parents. I thought I would stay in the East Pack as a Beta for a long time before catching the murders. But everything changed when I went back to my pack this morning - I met my mate under the worst circumstances.