To Break His Curse

Six

KADEN

I reach for my box of cigarettes and light one up before letting the smoke fill the air.

“Since when are we doing the whole stalking thing?”

He looks disappointed if his face is anything to go by, but he is a tired man, he should look tired. Especially if he is keeping tabs on me.

“How many times have I warned you agaisnt defiling my hotel rooms? You have not been to school in a week. Have you absolutely lost all your sense?” I just blink.

Is he done? I am not one to have a reaction out of the same f*****g boring speech all the time. It is getting old.

“And where did you even pick her up?” he asks a question he does not usually ask, but at least it is one that I do not mind answering.

“Phones exists. Just because I am not going to school, it does not mean I cannot get in touch with a slut when I want to fuck.”

I guess his astonishment is justified… Was justified for the first few weeks of me doing this, but he should not be fazed at this point.

Long before I turned 18, I was determined to find the source for the curse that has dminisned my family, but now I just f**k around. I was taking on a responsibility far too big for me and I will not be doing so anymore.

“you need to get more serious! You have slackened in your school performance, how do you expect me to trust you to run my establishments when you are this unruly? How will you run a business without basic high school level education?” he is overworking himself by yelling so much. His years of prime have really passed him by, and he still thinks I am the solution to him finally being able to step down. He needs to get real.

Sure, I am the last child that he had and the last he will be able to have but that is not permission to be delusional.

I take another Puff of my cigarette before looking him in the eyes with a headshake.

Funny, I always believed he looks a lot like me. And now I won’t know if I will age like him.

“I hate to break it to you, dad. I cannot run your establishments when I am dead.” I advised him ages ago to just sell everything so we can all begin a life of vacation and Sinful pleasures but he insists on having a huge head. At least with my idea, whoever absorbs our pack will not have the businesses to enjoy after sitting on his balls all his life.

Now that I am eighteen years and five months, I am counting down the last six months and three weeks that I have left before my body begins the process of decomposition. It sounds like a long time if you ask me, I might just run out of girls to f**k and resort to something else, something more sinister.

I had eleven siblings before me, and I only got to know four. They all fell victim to the curse. And unlike them, I will only fall victim to the curse once it kills me. I will not spend a whole year of my life trying to Crack the formula. How the f**k is anyone expected to find their mate and get them to love them from the bottom of their heart? It is absurd!

Not even a single sibling celebrated the victory of even finding the mate so they could at least try their luck.

I will not be delusional and believe my destiny will be any different.

I also went through a phase of being determined to find the witch behind the curse after the only girl that I will ever love died, my only sister. I planned on cutting their f*****g head off after months of torture.

I am over that too.

Just f*****g and torturing it is!

“Are you still searching for her?”

Now there goes a question I was hoping he would not ask me.

Do I look stupid?

“f**k no!” I laugh before taking a Puff of my cigarette again.

A groan suddenly leaves his mouth and he reaches down to grab my cigarette from my hand. He marches like some army General before tossing is out through the window.

Well that was a massive waste of time and energy…

I reach for the box and pull out another one before searching for my lighter.

I am not able to counter him as he grabs the box and everything else in my hands and does the same thing again.

Now that is just provoking me!

“Will you feel better if I told you I have found your mate?” I am about to lash out when he says something hilarious. So I laugh instead.

“No.”

The answer is easy. I do not give a s**t anymore. My entire life is planned with the expectation that I am dying in six months. And that is how I will keep it. Besides, what are the odds, seriously?

“Get serious, Kaden!” he warns and I get tired of hearing the same thing over and over.

“say what you came here to say dad, my talking batteries have run out for real. And the only energy I have left was meant to f**k that girl. And even that you took away!” I admit and he sighs.

That is all he can do.

Sigh like a f*****g old man.

He knows he is nobody to judge me. The pot, the kettle, both black and he would be real hypocritical to say anything bad about how I behave.

He is just like me… No, I am just like him. I learned from the best. He is just another greedy man that lives to please his carnal desires, and like him, I have caught him on multiple occasions.

At least I am not cheating on anyone, I am not cheating on my mate, who loved me when there was no reason to. I have no idea why my mother sticks around the asshole but she should be long gone. He does not deserve her.

“Kaden, listen to me for once. I know where your mate is and I am going to help you find her. I will give you a week to report back to me.”

I actually pay attention, because my phone is dead and the only other thing that could have served as a nice distraction is that shot of nicotine but he took that way as well.

“Report back? You are sending me somewhere? Oh, I am not going anywhere.” I insist. Life cannot be that merciful.. This curse was meant to diminish my family and that is exactly what is going to happen!

“I have a business plan that I want you to serve the Alpha of the Blood Streaks. And I have another plan to keep you within his pack’s area for a week. That I will discuss with you later.” He ignores my complete disinterest and insists on talking.

Be my guest. If it means I will have new options of p***y to choose from!