My Mate is My Curse

Chapter 3

Zopia's POV

I was even more devastated when my Alpha arrived with an iPad. He was literally watching the movie on Netflix as he hurried up here.

I totally cringed inside. But don't blame my Alpha anyway. I knew it was because he believed in my ability to handle the situation.

"Please put me in custody. I will take whatever Alpha Omar requires." I said to him, holding my hands up, waiting for cuffs.

He adopted me from the orphanage, treating us orphans as his own children. We were given opportunities to study and train like other East Pack members.

When our Beta died, the Beta bloodline terminated; he even declared every one of us could fight for the position equally. I became the Beta at 16, and he trusted me, teaching me to deal with the Pack staff for over two years.

It was me who made him disappointed.

He took a deep breath when seeing Peter's corpse, which was ripped into pieces and stained the land red underneath him.

Pressing the pausing button on the movie, he commanded in Alpha tone, "take Zopia to the tenth-floor prison."

Guards came up to me while he mind-linked me secretly, "did you get injured fighting with him?"

I answered in a low voice, "a little bit."

"A little bit? I assumed he couldn't even touch you. You should watch out in the future," he said.

My heart clutched. I didn't see what his words meant. "Patton...?" I hesitated.

He relied on upon, voice hoarse. "You're the strongest warrior I trained. No one has the right to decide your fate, including me."

"Patton, I'm sorry to let you down. I..."

He cut off my words, replying to me in an Alpha tone.

"Escape once you're sent into our prison. Wear a mask. Make sure Alpha Omar won't catch you or recognize you."

"Patton..."

My throat dried, but my hands got clammy. My heart beat fast while my chest was being crushed little by little.

Every inch of my skin was regretful for killing Peter on an impulse.

"Take care, Zopia. Never return." Leaving the last word, he turned to leave.

Tears were brimming in my eyes, but I forced them back. I stared at his back while being dragged out of the training yard by guards.

...

Scrawling into a ball at the corner, I gazed at the flame of fire in front of my cell. The East Pack was the home for me, though I did have my own Rogue Pack, I had never thought about leaving.

"Zopia!" Several pups ran over. A little pup girl frowned and said, "I heard my parents discuss that the Alpha Omar may kill you. Make you pay eye to eye, teeth with teeth."

"Wow, since when did you learn some idioms?" I ruffled her hair.

She pouted, almost crying.

No one laughed...duh...I made some lame jokes.

"Zopia, what to do next !? How to save you?" the little pup boy injured by that wolfsbane ball cried out anxiously.

"Jesus, let me check your face's injuries...What you should do next...is to visit the infirmary daily, ensuring your handsome face is perfect. Understand?"

Even worse, his tears burst out. "Zopia, you look so pityful..."

"...I'm... actually not..." Trying to retort to him, I failed as my scarred face matching my dirty clothes made me like a beggar.

I wiped his tears with my arm stretched out between the bars. "Fine. Don't worry about me. I beat two hundred and thirty-one pack members to get the Beta position. I won't die. Okay?"

I promised them I would definitely survive a hundred times before they left.

The rest of the night was long and gloomy.

When the clock hit three at midnight, I mind-linked a member of my Rogue Pack. "James, pick me up half an hour later at the East Pack gate."

"Zopia? I was kinda busy." He answered. Some moans and groans came to me through the link.

"Oh my god, don't tell me you're making out?" I asked.

"Yea, with my goddess, mate. Roseline, it's Zopia. Wanna let her say hi to you?... Hi, Zo, how are you doing?"

James and Roselines' giggles transferred to my ears.

"Hello, Rose; in fact, I'm not so good. I was in prison, waiting for death." I said plainly.

The mind link broke instantly. When James was on again, no more romantic sounds were beside him.

"Zopia, thirty minutes later, see you at the East Pack gate."

James was always the most reliable one in my Rogue Pack.

Cutting the mind-link, I had thirty minutes left.

I pulled out a knife from my pocket, slicing a cut under my right eye, my fake face mask oozing drips of blood. My face was marred with red.

Putting down my high ponytail, I cut my hair short to the shoulder with the knife. My sports outfit was inside out, and my sneakers were taken off. Ensuring nobody could recognize me, I twisted the door handle.

"Twenty minutes left." Arya reminded me.

Crack!

I walked out of the cell, breaking the edges of the window just under the ceiling. Except for the front door, the window was the last exit of the cell. I climbed onto the window's edge with my hands and feet.

"Fifteen minutes left," she said

Sitting on the edge, I gazed at the fire pan, which radiated flaming lights. Reaching over, I flipped the pan, the fire spreading in every direction.

The fire burned and gradually devoured the entire place, the smoke lingering and choking me.

There would be no Beta called Zopia Anderson from now on, as she would die in this fire accident. Sorry for my cute pups, I have to let them down to keep me alive secretly.

"Twelve minutes left."

My body was hanging outside the prison building, hands grabbing at the edge of the window, feet pushing against the outside wall. Moving down step by step, I was patient. As the situation got more dangerous, I was calmer.

"Five minutes left."

Hearing people calling out for the fire, lifting my head, I could see it was pretty bright up there. The beautiful brightness brought out my memory of seeing fireworks, which Alpha Patton set for celebrating us orphans first coming to East Pack. This stood out the land underneath much darker.

Moving to the last three windows, the highest of three cells, I could jump directly onto the land.

Losing my hands, I decided to let my soft body hit the hard ground as a kind of punishment for myself.

Only I didn't fall on the ground; I dropped into a warm cuddle, a man holding me to his chest.

Because it was too dark down there, I had no idea since when he watched me climb down, why he caught me in the air and who he was.

I could feel muscular arms holding me safely. His hard chest was against my breast tightly, with his hot breath fanning my face slightly. My eyes met his ocean blue eyes, fixated on me gently.

An annoying witch once predicted I would never have a mate. I was cheerful because there was no need to tie up with anyone.

But here I was, my heart and his beating at the same frequency, which meant -

MATE.

"One minute's left." Arya's voice was shaky.

I rubbed my eyes to see his face clearly. His features must be carved by the moon goddess herself, perhaps her most perfect art of work.

I have never seen a face that can be both gorgeous as the goddess and handsome as the god. Here he is.

"Alpha Omar!" Someone dashing over called him.

Tick Tack. Time's up.