To Break His Curse

Two

“Get off me, you whale!” crying noises fill the room as I realise that they have done it again. They have interrupted another sexy moment with my Colton.

Okay, so Colton is not his name, but after years of him appearing in my dream every single night, and I mean without a single day of break, I had to give him a name. He refused to tell me his but he responds very well to Colton, so despite my cluelessness as to why I chose the name, I decided to just carry on calling him that.

I remeber my dreams of him going back to as early as when I was twelve, so it has been quite a while. He has basically grown in front of me and I have done the same. I had a glow up, but even as a preteen, he was ridiculously good looking!

It might sound exaggerated for me to say he is the man of my dreams, completely forgetting the fact that he literally is, but it is true.

I have vivid dreams that I recall to the very last detail every single day and I am beginning to believe he is a gift from this world to keep me sane despite my living conditions.

There are many times when dreaming about him put a smile on my face when I was totally convinced that it was impossible to cheer up. I even open up to him about things I never even talk about with my family.

So, yes, I go complete haywire when my moments with him, the few in the whole day that I get to have are interrupted.

I want to be with him every second of the day, moving into the fairytale in my head would be the best thing to ever happen to me, so I do not need our moments being intruded on like that!

“Did you just call me a whale? You walrus!” Claire shoots back before she lays her full dead weight on me.

She is the most annoying, and most childish. She has another thing coming if she thinks I am just going to let her reside on me with her full weight like I am her new bed!

I rock myself side to side in a futile attempt to get her to fall on her ass off this bed. She only latches onto me harder as she giggles like this is a game and it takes a lot for me not to just toss her onto the floor.

Gosh! How old is this child again?

Eighteen? Oh how it doesn’t show!

“You owe us an explanation, what were you dreaming about this time around?” Ellie, my other cousin questions from6a distance. I would see her if the whale on me could just get off and head back to sea before it suffocates and keeps me locked underneath it for all eternity!

Ellie is also eighteen, and both of them are daughters to my aunts, Cecelia and Gabriella.

They also stay in this tiny ass house with us. My mother makes the last piece of the house occupants puzzle.

Yes, it is crowded.

Yes, I wish I had my own room but that will never happen. Not as long as we are here…

I am even grateful that there is a house designated for the family specifically.

There are only two rooms, and my mother and her sisters share one while I share the other with these two annoying bitches that also happen to be my best friends.

It had to happen with the kind of uprbining we had. Staying as servants of the Blood Streaks Pack has been hell, but I know I do not have it the worst.

My cousins and I get to go to school and only have duties on hours outside of school while our parents just stay behind doing nothing but slaving off to the Alpha and his merciless entourage.

I have fought hard to understand why our entire family had to fall into slavery for wolves, while we are just human but I never got a satisfactory answer. Not only do I nor my cousins not have any memories of the apparent three years of a normal, good life that we got to live before being brought here, but we have never met a single other pure, mortal human either.

It is unfair, but to keep my peace, I have chosen to let my mother be after years of demanding an explanation.

“Listen, you little baby. Speak now or you will regret it.” Ellie gets off the bed that she shares with Claire and Claire finally decides to get off me so they can surround me with crossed arms.

I hate when they call me a baby.

Three weeks till I am eighteen and I can put them to shame.

Our mothers thought it would be cute to all get pregnant around the same time, so here we are!

“Can we just go back to sleep?” I urge them and Ellie shakes her head hard.

Just like me, she has naturally red hair and brown eyes. Claire only got to keep the brown eyes as she got blessed with perfect brown, curly hair that is so thick and long she hates it sometimes.

“it was him, wasn’t it?” Claire gives me narrow eyes and I roll mine to the beat up ceiling.

“What are you talking about?” I know I am beginning to sound like an obvious liar but whatever.

I have told them about Colton before, but I do not share every single detail about the dreams. Especially not on the nights I have the s****l dreams. Hell to the no!

“Just admit it!” Ellie laughs out loud and I yell for her to shut up while Claire claps her hands to her chant.

“just admit it! Just admit it!” they both begin clapping and I groan loudly before it all goes silent as the door flies open.

“What the f**k is the meaning of this?” Ellie’s mom, Cecelia, is currently blocking the doorway with her hands on her hips and a huge frown on her face that we can still make out in the dim lighting.