My Cursed Mate

The room fell into hushed silence as Vega quietly observed their expressions, waiting for a response. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke up, “I am…” A brief pause followed by the tense tightening of their features. Taking note of their reaction, he continued with a hint of playfulness, “not, but rather my brother holds the title of Alpha in Cerulean, Megrez Ishmael.”

A sigh of relief washed over the both of them. For a second there, they really thought that he was the Alpha of Cerulean. It was actually good news that he was not the Alpha.

“I’m not the Alpha but I do have alpha blood running through my veins,” he added.

Kazandra and Ingrid fell silent. The sense of ease they had just moments ago vanished in an instant. While he may not hold the title Alpha, he still possessed alpha blood. Ingrid gazed at her friend with a tinge of sorrow etched in her expression. The thought that history could potentially repeat itself left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth.

“I know that both of you are worried that’s why I am planning on returning to Cerulean with Kazandra to consult with the Saint.” Vega could understand what they were thinking. If he was indeed the reincarnation of Kazandra’s mate, then everything was too much of a coincidence.

Kazandra’s head snapped towards Vega. “Are you sure?”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Vega simply nodded. “It’s way faster to confirm with her than guessing by ourselves.”

The hasty footsteps broke the tense silence with Evos appearing from the stairs. He rushed to Vega and whispered something in his ear. Vega frowned, then he took a glance at Kazandra.

“What’s happening?” Kazandra asked when she saw Vega’s eyes on her.

“It seems that we have a visitor in Vignier,” he answered. Vega stood up and was about to follow Evos but Kazandra reached out and held the man’s arm.

“Who?” Her brows were furrowed. Seeing Vega’s reaction, she was sure that the visitor was not someone friendly.

“Sophie Riener.”

Vega and Kazandra arrived in Vignier and the first thing they noticed was the lack of customers. The café’s front porch was devoid of the cars and she couldn’t hear the usual chatter of the patrons frequenting her shop. She pushed open the door and noticed the tense atmosphere that filled the room like a tank that was full of water, suffocating.

Her eyes fell on Ravina who was standing to the side of a familiar woman wearing over the top clothes. She had on a black sunglasses and an expensive bag on her lap. As usual, her choice of color was never up to Kazandra’s taste. The red and pink with her orange fur coat was hurting her eyes.

“What happened to my café? Where are the customers?” Her voice was loud enough for the staff and Sophia to hear.

“I drove them out. I’ve already reserved this place. Aren’t you happy that I am helping you with this business of yours.” Sophia looked at the woman and for the nth time measured her.

“Then, I hope you can afford it.” Kazandra walked to where she was and with Sophia sitting down and Kazandra standing up, the difference was overwhelming.

Sophia could feel the looming pressure from the woman like a high wave from the ocean from her just standing there. it made her extremely uncomfortable, so she also stood up with her head held high.

“You don’t have to worry about money. I can even buy this place if you want to.” She was not about to back down.

Ingrid snickered from behind Vega. “As if you can. Even your father would need to think twice before even buying Vignier. How arrogant.”

“You…” but before she could continue, Vega cut off.

“What are you doing here Sophia? What happened at the party, isn’t that already enough?” Vega was not happy to see the woman. He already talked to the woman’s father but it seems that it wasn’t that effective.

“I’m here to see you.” Sophia answered in an overly sweet voice that made the people watching them cringe.

Sophia’s heart fluttered as she caught sight of the man that she had been admiring for quite some time now. The rest of the room seemed to fade away, with only him in her eyes. Her desire was to have him all to herself, a longing that she could kill for just to make it into reality.

Kazandra noticed the intense gaze Sophia held on the man and quickly intervened. She grabbed Sophia’s shoulder and leaned in close to whisper, “Your lustful intentions are too obvious, but you should know he already belongs to me.”

Although Kazandra’s words sent a chill down Sophia’s spine, she managed to compose herself. She brushed off Kazandra’s hand and shot her a fierce glare. “I beg to differ,” she retorted.

Before Kazandra could try to restrain her again, Sophia dashed towards Vega with determination. Anticipating her move, Vega raised his hand and halted her in her tracks before she could reach him.

Disappointed by the failed attempt, Sophia latched onto Vega’s arms with a wide smile plastered on her face. She was pleased but it was clear that her actions made Vega uncomfortable.

“Let go.” His order fell on deaf ears as the woman stubbornly refused, playfully batting her eyelashes.

Kazandra reached her breaking point. She had been restraining herself for a while, but seeing the woman clinging to her man only intensified her frustration. In a fit of anger, she marched over Sophia and yanked back her hair.

Sophia let out a cry at the sudden attack. She feared her neck would snap and she felt numbness in her scalp from the force of Kazandra’s grip on her hair. She released Vega’s arm and glared at Kazandra, attempting to free herself by pulling away from the woman’s grip. However, every time she tried to break free, Kazandra yanked her back again, even causing Sophia’s body to be pulled along.

Sophia let out a shrill cry, pleading for Kazandra to release her locks. However, the latter stubbornly held on, fueled by fury and devoid of any compassion.

“Cut it out!” Kazandra snapped, delivering a final tug that caused Sophia to stumble backwards, clutching her throbbing scalp in pain.

Trying to cool her boiling temper, Sophia massaged her inflamed head with a grimace. “Do you honestly believe you can get away unscathed after what you did to me?”