4. I am Cursed
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~ ROWAN ~
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"Rowan?" Peter knocked on the door twice but he got no reply. He opened the door and peered inside to see that the Alpha was nursing a glass of whiskey in his hand, lost in thought.
"Rowan?" He called out again as he walked over to him.
"Ro, are you listening?"
"ROWAN!"
"I am listening, Peter." Rowan looked up at his Beta, his eyes sunken and tired.
"Sure." The older man walked over to stand next to him. "You would have responded five minutes ago if you were actually listening."
"And I would actually listen to you if it was about something important. And not about her."
"She has a name, Rowan." Peter said. "If only you would-"
"The family and friends of three hundred and fifty two people would disagree with everything you are about to say, Peter."
"Rowan."
"Are you really asking me to move on from THAT, Peter?" Rowan asked. He was so done with how Peter kept shamelessly defending Jamie as if she was not f*****g serial killer who had wreaked havoc in so many lives and packs four years ago.
Her cruelty made her lose her wolf. If it wasn't for that, only the Moon Goddess knows how many more lives she would have taken.
But Peter acted as if he was bewitched by her - trying to find some reason to defend her when the truth was and will always remain that she took too many lives to ever be defended, ever be treated well.
The truth remained that she deserved to die. And that it was Rowan's horrible luck that he needed to keep her alive until she gave him an heir. Rowan wanted to make her go through the same pain that she had put so many people through. But he could not bring himself to do that. He was not a monster like her.
"Rowan, I know it's been hard on you. It would be hard on anyone to know that their mate used to be someone like that. But it's been four years and I am pretty sure you are the only one keeping count of the people she killed. If you want the pack to move on-"
"You should really hear yourself right now, Peter. I am disgusted by what you are saying."
Peter held his gaze for a few moments, trying to say something, anything that could make the situation better. But he knew that all of his efforts were going to be futile. It had been for the past four years. Maybe people were right, Jamie had this aura to her that made everyone like her. And maybe that's what happened with Maria and Peter. They had spent enough time with her bewitching personality that they were ready to turn a blind eye to her horrifying past.
Maybe it was all her.
But if she went out into the world with that persona, then maybe she would be able to make all of them move on from the tragedy. Just maybe.
It was selfish and it was ridiculous but Rowan was in an impasse for the past four years and Peter just wanted the man who was like a son to him to get out of this misery and move on in life. And even though this was not a good time, he was ready to try once more some other time.
Rowan sighed again and headed for the door. "When are we leaving?"
"In an hour."
"Then prepare for it."
"Yes... Alpha."
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~ JAMIE ~
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"Seriously... I think all of you should take turns trying to haunt me because this is too much of a crowd." I said to all the dead people in my room. And of course, as always, they said nothing back.
Mute idiots.
I threw my blanket off of myself.
"Jamie, you are awake?"
What did I say? I will always be a prisoner.
"Just going to empty my bladder." I said.
"Okay." I walked over to my bathroom and closed the door.
So this place is not werewolf hearing proof huh? Gotta change that as well.
I sighed and walked over to the mirror. I am always looking at myself in a mirror, aren't I?
Some might even think that I am the most narcissistic human out there. Well, they aren't completely wrong. Oops.
Human huh?
Maybe it was because I have been living for so long without a wolf that I did not feel anything. Or maybe... it was because I never got to be a werewolf. I did not have much memory of my life before I lost my wolf. It was as if my wolf form consumed me.
I don't remember the human named Jamie. But I am pretty sure everyone remembers the wolf nicknamed Plague.
Plague. Because everywhere I went, people dropped dead. Get it?
Ugh.
I leaned against the counter and looked down, signing yet again.
There was a knock on the door. "Jamie, you okay?"
"I am fine. I am just staring at my flawless beauty."
I heard her sigh on the other side and I had to bite my lips to stop myself from laughing.
"You should get some sleep." She whispered and she sounded exhausted. "So that I can sleep too."
I almost replied but stopped myself. I don't think she meant for me to hear that.
"Maria, make me some hot chocolate. And get me a book to read."
"Jamie..."
"Just do what you are told." My voice changed just a tiny bit. Just a teeny tiny bit. That edge to my voice I never managed to learn to control.
But my eyes.
My eyes were as scarlet as the day I took a life for the first time.
She was getting on my nerves.
And though I had complete control over my wolf, I gave her the liberty to surface in the privacy of closed spaces.
"Okay." She cleared her throat and said. Pretty sure I had gotten her worried.
I waited till I heard her leave the room and then a little longer to hear her in the kitchen.
I stood up straight and I couldn't help the smirk my lips curled up into.
A potion that would make me human huh?
My eyes turned a burning red. My Jamie baby was not impressed.
I could hear her grumble in annoyance and pace around my head.
I know we both did a great job making them believe that she was gone. But seriously, when was my mate ever going to look into who I really am? Was he going to live with the notion that I was just another ordinary blood hungry wolf?
Tsk tsk. The man really needed to give me more credit.
There was no power in the whole wide world that could take my wolf away from me.
I never lost her. And no magic in this world could make lose her.
She was hidden inside me. She was waiting inside me. The day I decide to unleash her, there was no stopping her anymore. That was my truth.
But, for my own safety and for the safety of anyone who would come against me the moment they hear that my wolf was alive and well and thriving and more capable than any other wolf or army of wolves in the whole wide world, I kept quiet.
Also because I preferred shopping sprees over killing frenzies.
I took a step back, watching all the ghosts come back into view.
"I am cursed." I chuckled. "And you are all cursed to be here with me till my last breath."
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