Page 6 of His Curse
My back arches and bows, pops and snaps as my body continues to change, as I shift into the thing I fear most, but I use my last bit of control in order to save my mate. I lift my head and meet those beautiful eyes head on.
“I, Colton Paddock, destined Alpha of the Moon Goddess pack, hereby..." I can feel my heart break further, can feel it shatter before I even get the words out. "I, Colton Paddock, destined Alpha of the Moon Goddess pack hereby reject you. I reject you, Meadowlark Rivers, destined Luna of the Lunar King pack as my fated mate. I reject you and our bond as truth, and I relinquish all ties that bind us together."
Lark gasps and stumbles backward, her hand clutched over her heart as her eyes instantly well with tears but then they narrow on my face as her anger mixes with that deep and profound hurt.
"I, Meadowlark Rivers, destined Luna of the Lunar King pack donotaccept your rejection, Colton Paddock, destined Alpha of the Moon Goddess pack. I donotreject youorour bond as truth, and will hold tight the ties that bind us together."
"Run!" I howl as my entire body contorts, twisting and bending in the final seconds of the shift. "I do not want you. I reject you as my mate. I reject our bond!" Every bone in my body snaps, every muscle tears and just as they begin knitting themselves together in the most grotesque way, before theotheremerges from the darkest part of me, I see the look of horror on Lark's face. "Run. Run now!"
Andthatis when my mate finally listens.
Lark backs away quickly, turning even quicker as she starts to run through the woods, the pieces of my obliterated heart following her on the breeze until I can no longer see her.
No, I no longer see my mate at all.
I see my prey.
Chapter1
Hunters
COLT
Ashland, Oregon. Present Day.
Yes.
Run.
Run fast.
Run far.
Run until your body gives way.
Run until you no longer can.
Run fast, little prey.
His voice resounds in my head like a horrible poem, a morbid prayer, a sick love song he sings over and over again.
He enjoys this part, enjoys when he gets to take over who I am and using my body to channel his darkest desires, carrying each of them out with a disgusting level of glee, one by one. He has created a monster in me, doing things I never would, giving me no choice but to watch while he does.
And Idowatch.
I watch as the trees whip by, watch as the scenery blurs. I watch through silvery eyes as he tracks his prey through heat alone. And I watch as he picks up speed and darts through the woods, honing in on the biggest source of heat as it—she—desperately tries to outrun him.
I feel his disgusting pleasure, hear his satisfied growls, his almost gleeful barks.
And I feelher.
Her fear and pain, her hurt and devastation.
I feel her love. I even feel when she shifts, when she changes into the most beautiful creature to ever live, the brown and black wolf that tries even harder to outrun him.
And I can hear her.
Her wolf's growls, her yips and whines, her pleas for this to stop.
