MIA: A WEREWOLF'S CURSE

MIRAM'S FEAR

"Miram, what is the meaning of this?" Aaron roared with so much anger laced in his voice.

Even his eyes were red with fury.

"What is what?" Miram asked him, feigning ignorance.

She was sitting in front of her huge dressing mirror testing out the jewels that were delivered to her.

"Why did you lock Mia up?" He thundered.

"Is that a problem and why should that be of any concern to you?" She fired back, finally done with play in ignorance and a bit fed up with the way Aaron raised his voice at her over an insolent and cursed brat.

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, "you can't do that. Not right now." Aaron pointed out.

"Why can't I? She disrespected me and I have all the right in the world to do as I please with anyone who disrespects me." She spat back at him with matched anger.

Aaron knew that if he continued to argue with Miram that way then he would get nowhere with the argument. He had to try a different approach.

He closed his eyes and took in a very deep breath to try to calm the anger he felt on the inside.

"Look, she has to get the coin done and it'll be for the good of the territory if she does it rightly." He walked up to her and then held her by her arm, "once she's done with all that she has to do then you can go ahead and do whatever you please with her."

Miram looked at him with furrowed brows as though feeling very uncertain about what he was saying to her.

"I don't believe you Aaron. You're doing this for yours and her sake. You don't care about the pack or what I want. I've been your enemy since she came here and I don't know what you have to do with her but whatever it is, it won't work out for the both of you." She said adamantly.

Aaron used his palm to slide down his face in frustration,

"Is that what you're scared about?" He asked her.

She paused and looked at him, anger and impatience, visible in her wide brown orbs. Her chest was heaving up and down in anger.

His hands snaked down her waist and he gently pulled her close to him,

"Look, I won't have to look elsewhere if you treated me rightly and gave me the respect that I needed from you. You don't give me what I need Miram and it doesn't have to be Mia." He paused and let his eyes roam her face in a very seductive manner yet authoritative and intimidating.

Miram knew at this point that she was treading on murky waters.

"It can be anyone else. Anyone from the pack who will treat me as they should and listen to me when I speak to them." He used his hand to smoothen her hair before letting his eyes linger on her face and then turning around and walking away from her and slamming the door shut as he exited her room.

As soon as he left the way he did, Miram slammed her fist angrily on the table and let out an angry shriek. The door to her room flung open and a worried Celia ran in.

"What was that sound? I saw Aaron leaving earlier with a deep scowl on his face. What was it about?" She asked her.

"How dare he? He threatened me indirectly. I will never allow it to happen." She yelled, letting out incoherent words that made it difficult for Celia to understand fully what she was saying.

"What did he say to get you this annoyed?" She asked her.

Miram then turned to Celia with a sad and forlorn face that dragged downwards like it was being pulled by gravity and the weight of the turmoil and anger she felt inside.

"He said he was going to get someone else who was going to satisfy him if I'm not submissive. I can't let that happen at all. He's mine and this kingdom and entire territory is mine as well." Miram said with a tearful voice.

Celia let out a deep breath, "what did he say he wanted?" She asked.

"He didn't have to say it directly. I know that he wants me to let Mia go. Which I do not want to of course but_"

"But you have to." Celia interrupts her, "if not, he'll do what he means to do. I mean, take a look at the situation. Even his position as the Alpha is at stake if she doesn't get it done. It'll be such a blow to him if you become the reason why he loses his place as the Alpha. What do you think he'll do to you and your father then?" Celia asked her,

Miram kept mute as she paid close attention to Celia who has been there for her like a mother regardless of her position as the head maid.

"It's better if that lowly omega fails on her own. Then you won't have to be blamed for anything. Think of it that way. I mean, some of her jewels were already stolen, who's to say that more won't go missing."

Miram turned to Celia as soon as she said those words, her eyes wide with shock while a knowing and satisfied smirk, adorned Celia's wrinkled face.

Miram gasped, "that was you?" She asked Celia.

"Me? I don't know what you're talking about." Celia replied and they both burst out laughing.

"Fine, I'll do as you have asked me to. I trust that she'll be a failure all on her own and Aaron won't have to blame me when he realises that he should have listened to me all along." Miram said and smiled in satisfaction.

Mia sighed in exhaustion. She had been kept in the dungeon underground with no water or food. Her stomach grumbled in protest at how long she had stayed without anything going through her mouth into it and her tongue was dry and craved to be wet with water or any liquid at all.

Just then, her attention is pulled out from her empty stomach to the sound of keys jingling. Perhaps, they had come to take her and maybe behead her.

"Hey." The guard who walked in with the bunch of keys called out to her from the entrance where he stood, not daring to come close to her.

"You're free to go." He said to her and turned back around, expecting her to stand up and follow him from behind.

Mia's knees wobbled as she struggled to stand. The emptiness in her stomach and her hungry state made the ground beneath her to spin. Her hands stretched out to grab onto the nearest wall so as to steady her movement. She leaned into it and then stood up to her fill length. As she reached the main damp and crooked corridor of the dungeon, her eyes moved to the spiral and crooked stairs and at the top, Aaron stood there, looking down at her with cold bluish grey eyes that cut like sharp ice.

It cut through Mia but she looked away. What was she expecting?

She finally got to the top and she couldn't be more grateful that the cold air kissed her skin the way it didn't underground in that dungeon which was rid of any openings and in effect, ventilation.

"You've got only a few days left, Mia. Get your act together." Aaron said coldly as soon as she got to the top, where he had been standing but had moved a few feets up ahead.

She didn't say anything. She looked wearily at him while he turned his back to her and walked away from her. Mia fell to the ground, unable to hold her weight.

She was deprived of air, food and water and all he could tell her was that she had only a few days left before she would need to stand before the council once again.

All the guards that had accompanied him all turned their backs and followed their Alpha. Mia on the other hand, unable to withstand how tired she felt, turned up to the sky. Her visions were blurred. She had not even fully recovered from the poison that she was given and now this.

Her breath was coming out in small gasps and soon her eyes slowly fluttered open and close. She didn't know how long she laid but soon, she heard a manly grunt. Then she felt weightless in the air and soon, she was out, consumed by the darkness.