The Curse Of The Alpha ✔️

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Word Count: 1752

~Meara

The cave is buzzing with witches when I wake.

As if he could sense it, Kyro comes to my room the moment I'm up, instructing me to ready myself so we can leave immediately. I don't put up much of a protest, although my body is tense with anticipation.

Anything could happen today.

Surprisingly, Kyro doesn't give me any warning to behave. He just looks at me with those cold, pale eyes before his hand slips into mine and he instructs his witches, to take us to the agreed meeting spot.

I don't recognise the place that materialises around us. The ground is flat aside from the distant hills, the grass long and brushing against my calves.

Sire and Hazel stand alone a few feet away from us, whereas we've showed up with a hoard of witches that form a semi-circle around Kyro.

I find Sire's gaze, and he doesn't react to me. His distance is to keep me safe, but I want nothing more than to run into his arms.

Kyro's grip on my arm is tight, however. I'm not going anywhere yet.

"I wasn't sure you would show," Kyro taunts.

"There is nothing in this world that could have stopped me from being here," Sire responds, sliding his hands into his pockets.

I glance at Hazel, who stands with her chin up, the cool breeze ruffling her hair. She looks confident, sure in herself and the spell she has cast to remove the witches magic.

I wish I felt the same way about the powers I've been gifted.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't think your mate meant all that much to you." Kyro looks down at me with a sickening smile. "It must scare you, knowing I have her in my possession. Not because you love her, but because she's my key to killing you."

I hold Sire's gaze, shaking my head a little. Don't fall for his bait.

Thankfully my mate is far too smart to play Kyro's messed up game. I know Sire loves me, and I'm more to him than improving his powers, than keeping him alive.

"Why don't you come closer, without my mate, and without witches, and we will settle this hand to hand," Sire challenges, his lips tilting up slightly.

Even I can find amusement in that, even through my nerves.

"Temping, but I'm afraid not," Kyro mutters distastefully, knowing this would be over very quickly if him and Sire had it out without magic and witches being involved.

Sire raises a brow. "Scared?"

"Not scared. You may have always overpowered me physically and magically, but once again, I'm going to outsmart you." Kyro looks at me with a grin, like I would ever believe that.

It seems Kyro's arrogance is what's going to be his downfall. He may have gotten his way once, but assuming he will a second time makes him unbelievably stupid.

"It's hard to win a game you don't know you're playing in," Sire comments, his dark strands brushing against his forehead, disturbed by the wind. "We were friends. I trusted you."

Nothing in Kyro's expression shifts. "That's your weakness, not mine."

"So, what's your grand plan then, Kyro? Why bring me out here?" Sire questions.

I glance at Hazel and her eyes are narrowed on my face. I wonder if there is a bruise there from where Kyro hit me.

"Thanks to my witches, I've learnt a lot about the bond you and your mate undertook to rid of the curse. Most importantly, I now know that I can weaken you by weakening her," Kyro explains, unable to resist spewing out his story, enjoying the reaction over ensuring this goes well.

Kyro shifts me in front of him, resting his hands on my shoulders, uncomfortably close to my neck.

Darkness stains Sire's expression as he watches Kyro's fingers brushing against my skin. It would take one movement for him to kill me.

"I wouldn't touch her, if I were you," Sire growls lowly. The bitterness in his voice would be enough to scare anyone out of their plans, but Kyro doesn't seem to mind.

"Once you're weak enough, I'm going to imprison you with the magic of my loyal witches and I'm going to make your life hell." Kyro's fingers dig in so deep I almost cry out. "By using her."

At my wince, Sire takes a step forward, but Hazel grabs his arm, shaking her head in warning.

If Sire attacks first, our plan may not work.

"What's to say I don't bleed you out right here, right now?"

"I'm holding onto your mate, and I'll gladly slit her throat before she can even conceive of the magic you want to use to take me down," Kyro responds smoothly, giving me a little shake.

Panic crawls up my throat as anticipate him striking me down. I can feel Sire's magic in my bloodstream, in the palms of my hands, and yet I know in my inexperience that I won't win if it comes down to who can strike first.

Sire tilts his head, challenging his old friend. "Are you sure?"

Kyro shifts behind me and I hear his breath hitch slightly. He may also feel confident in his plan, but he's still scared of Sire.

"Additionally, I have my witches, ready to take down you and your mates pretty friend." Kyro nods to Hazel, who stiffens.

To her credit, she doesn't back down, though. She is facing down a hoard of witches and an ex-Alpha and she only seems a little scared.

"You've put a lot of stock into these witches. How certain are you that their loyal?" Sire raises a questioning brow.

"They are honouring their bloodline by helping me." Kyro's voice returns back to overconfidence. These witches are helping him out of their own free will, they feel obliged to. "My father saved their ancestors coven a long time ago. They owe me."

Sire falls silent for a moment, considering what part of his plan he wants to enact next.

"And how sure are you that their magic is strong?" He asks.

"There magic together is almost capable of rivalling you," Kyro respond, glancing back at Xavier who gives him a quick nod.

I'm glad the plan doesn't involve killing these witches. I'm sure are enjoying working for such a monster, but witches take their familial connections seriously. By the looks on some of their faces, it's clear some would rather be anywhere else right now.

The glint in my mates eyes is unmistakeable. "Are you sure?"

Kyro pulls me closer so my back is pressed against mine, then he turns at gestures at his head witch.

"Show him, Xavier."

Xavier draws in a breath while we all still. The witch focuses on Sire, and I can see the internal workings of his mine as he attempts to summon power that isn't there.

He frowns, adjusting before he tries again. Nothing.

"Wait, it's not working." Xavier stares down at his hands, panic searing in his expression as he looks toward Kyro desperately.

I glance at Hazel, watching her lips curve up into a satisfied smile.

"What do you mean it's not working?" Kyro growls.
 
"My magic." The fear on the witch's face makes me feel bad, but only for a moment. Their magic hasn't been taken away from them forever, just long enough to make sure they can't use it against us.

All the other witches start mumbling between themselves, having tried and failed just like their leader.

"What is going on?" Kyro asks him, keeping his grip on me tight, even as he turns look over everyone.

"See, I have a witch too, and it seems on her own, she's far stronger than all of yours together," Sire exclaims, clearly enjoying the struggle on Kyro's face as he tries to reconcile what just happened.

"I've nullified your magic," Hazel announces. "Don't plan on getting it back any time soon."

The witches look between each other in horror. This will be the first time ever that they haven't had accessed to their magic, which must be a terrifying feeling for them.

Xavier turns to one of them, rage contorting his features. "Kill her and it will return to us."

In a blur of movement, the witch pulls a knife out from their belt, aiming it at Hazel. It dawns on me that Sire and Hazel and too far away to have heard Xavier's low utterings, and by the time they realise what's happening, it's too late.

"Hazel!" I yell, watching the knife his her shoulder, sending her hurtling back into the grass with a strangled scream.

Anger, terror and desperation culminate in a violent surge of emotion. My vision as red as Sire falls to Hazel's side, pulling the knife from her. I can't see her body in the depths of the grass, but I know she's either seriously harmed or...

An explosion of power seems to erupt from me. I feel it under my skin, then past my sin. I feel it in the backs of my eyes, against my teeth that grit together, even in my toes as it pours uninhibited from every pore of my body.

The sound of collective screams rock through the air, Kyro's hands being ripped away from me.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to call the power back to me, trying to gain a handle on it.

Hands touch my shoulders, my face before my eyes open and I see Sire looking back at me, his eyes wild, his hair tousled.

"Meara, are you okay?"

Slowly, I turn to look over my shoulder.

Kyro and his witches have been sent far back, now groaning and writhing in the grass they struggle to stand. Some hold their stomachs and breathe in harshly, all the air having been knocked from their lungs. Others scream in agony, clutching broken limbs.

Horror crawls up my stomach, choking me. I did that.

Kyro stumbles upward, his clothing stained from the grass, his lip cut.

He huffs out an amused breath, shaking his head. "Well, that's a new development."

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"...I've never had an orgasm before!" I blurt out, backing away a few steps.

He sits up, dark hair ruffled and messy from the fingers I ran through it. His eyes, once wide, slowly darken.

"You what?" He breathes.

~Midika 💜🐼