My Mate is My Curse

Chapter 9

Omar's POV

"Belle is missing."

My mind was lost in thoughts, wandering to the figure of Zopia. Where would she go after last night?

"Alpha? Alpha Omar? Omar?"

Ryder reminded me in my head, "buddy, your gamma is calling you. Stop thinking about your mate at the pack meeting." His voice was teasing.

I straightened my body, "Yes, Felix, can you repeat that again?"

Felix, my gamma, said, "Belle is missing."

I asked, "who's she?"

Alex shook his head in dismay, "could you please pay more attention to our essential pack meeting?"

Felix didn't have any reaction to my seemed-to-be i***t question, "our pack member, Peter's mate."

I said, "no need to find her. A useless she-wolf doesn't deserve our search. Anything else?"

"Nothing big deal then. The usual pack staff has all been reported to you," Felix replied.

Alex quickly tapped his index finger on the table, seeming unsatisfied with my playful attitude.

"Good. Keep investigating Athena. I'll meet her myself after a month." I ordered them.

Alex shot up from the chair, gaping, "that fast?"

"I've been waiting for this moment for twelve years. You tell me fast?" I said in a harsh Alpha tone.

He flinched back slightly, "I was worried..."

I cut him off, "the meeting's over. Go back to your position."

Felix stood up and bowed to me, "Yes, Alpha."

Alex was reluctant to leave, dragged by Felix out of my office.

Once they were gone, Ryder started bubbling, "honorable Alpha, I'm confused about what you will do if our mate comes back to you to find the antidote?"

What will I do? That was what I was thinking right now.

I had zero patience with anyone threatening to kill me, let alone if she was my mate. I initially intended to wipe her out.

So the answer is, "kill her." I said.

Ryder immediately croaked out, "she's your mate. You're so ruthless! It's my pity to be your mate! f**k! I know why you're so crazy now. Is it because everyone wanted your death when you were little?"

I sipped the hot coffee, not replying to him.

"Omar, Jesus, she didn't mean to kill you at that moment. It's just her way of escaping...no, no, no, I'll figure out a way to stop you anyway..."

I crashed the coffee cup on the table hard, "Ryder." I called him.

He stopped.

"I told you last time. When I was abused by those people, I was too young, and you hadn't shown up. But that's the time I need you. Now, I'm powerful enough; even without you, my wolf, I could torture anybody I wanted. If you insist on teaching me a lesson, I will kill you with her at the same time."

Ryder instinctively whimpered, "you asshole, you actor, pretending to be weak every day, threatened to kill me, to dump me..."

He cried louder and louder, annoying me. I walked up to the green glass bottle, pointing at it with my finger, threatening him to be dumb.

Finally, his cries lowered.

When he mentioned my mate, the fabulous idea of catching her popped into my mind.

I mind-linked Alex, "hold a party in the evening."

Some girls' giggling and chatting sounds went through Alex's mind-link as he said in joy, "it's a miracle you asked for a party."

"Yes, a party for catching my mate."

Zopia's POV

Later that night, I sneaked out of my Rogue Pack alone, heading to the Silver Pack.

As the old Beta of the East Pack, I had ever visited the Silver Pack one year ago. At that time, their Alpha had been out, and their third in command - Felix, was in charge of discussing the cooperation between the East Pack and the Silver Pack with me.

Generally, it should be the Beta dealing with the Beta. That gamma, Felix, however, was so professional when negotiating our pack cooperation contract, leaving me with a pretty great impression. This made me assume that every Silver Pack's leader should be in the same profession as the gamma until I'm now drugged by Omar.

Glowing me! How the hell would he think about such a strange way?

He succeeded in luring me to him, though.

I reached the Silver Pack after driving for three hours.

Standing in front of the luxurious silver gate, cursing Omar internally, my anger ignited inside.

He had the mood of holding a party?

Strangely enough, no guards were at the gate. All the way of getting into the Silver Pack was smooth, without any obstacles.

There was a big pool in the garden. The party members wore masks, drank, and talked surrounding the pool.

Covering myself with a black cloak and the same silver mask as theirs, I passed by them quickly, without anyone questioning my identity.

Arya said, "it was too easy to go in."

"I also realized it. Omar was preparing a trap for me, kind of like inviting me into his trap."

Arya asked, "what should we do?"

"Wait," I answered.

Wait until he lost his patience; wait until everyone was tired; wait for a good chance.

Three hours passed.

Beauties at the party began to yawn; even the handsome didn't have the enthusiasm to flirt with them.

"Zo, I think it's time," Arya said.

"Yes." I pulled out a small black plastic bag from my cloak, "let's hang these on the tree."

Arya asked, "what is it?"

"Some wolfsbane bomb bags. I've prepared fifteen bags to hang on the tree. Once they are exploded, Omar's pack will suffer."

Arya frowned inside, "use his pack members' lives as a threat for the antidote, huh? I assume you're not the type to hurt innocents."

"Just threaten him with these in exchange for the antidote. I won't really press the bombing button." I said while hanging the bags one by one on the trees around the garden, hiding in the darkening night.

After my wolfsbane bombs had been installed, I found a brown haired waiter, asking him where the Alpha was. He told me Omar was in the Ivory White Hall behind the garden. I grabbed a glass of champagne from his trap and waved him goodbye.

Holding the champagne, I paced along the road and found the hall quickly, which was far easier than I expected it to be.

Golden flecks reflected on the ivory-white stone wall while a bunch of rose twigs and branches crawled around it. A dedicated wooden door was carved inside the wall. Pushing open it, I noticed it unlocked.

"Be careful, babe." Arya was worried about me.

"Believe me," I whispered to her.

Pacing into the hall, I saw a tall silhouette in a black suit standing straight at the end of the hall. Omar was right on the balcony, back to me, like a scene in the movie - a mysterious killer waiting for his lover on a freezing winter night.

I stood on my tiptoes, moving towards him silently, an excellent opportunity to back-stab him.

In our movie, he would be a lover, and I was the killer.

Outside the balcony, snow suddenly fell from the sky.