Bride of the Cursed Alpha - Chapter 17: Chapter 17
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Auren POV
Feeling dejected and angry, I sat down on my bed as I stared at the open door from where Alpha Lucien exited. Why was it that he didn’t like everything I did or everyone I met with? Not once did he explain me about the things in the gift box. But I was surprised that he didn’t send them to me because that’s what the guard said. Then who sent them?
I wanted to go after him and ask about it, but then went against it. Instead, I stayed in my room for the whole day, sulking. Even though I was an omega breeder, I hoped he showed more tolerance. It was in the evening that I went downstairs for dinner. The moment Vivi saw me, she blushed. “Lady Auren!” she croaked.
I frowned and sat at the island table. “Everything okay, Vivi?” I asked, tilting my head. Every other person in the kitchen became quiet and looked everywhere other than at me.
“I’m so sorry about the gift box. We don’t know who sent that outrageous gift box to you, and Alpha Lucien is investigating it,” she explained.
Taken by surprise, I jerked my head back. “Why? There were really nice things in it. I liked the rings of O and the necklace. And that whip—it could be used for swatting flies. Not that we have any. You could use them in the kitchen.”
A pin drop silence followed. The chief cook, Tom’s mouth dropped to the floor. He muttered something under his breath in the common language and went back to work. So did the others.
Vivi pursed her lips. Taking a rough breath in, she asked, “Have you heard of porn or BDSM?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Who are they? Are they werewolves in this pack? Because there are none in the Crimson Howl pack with that name.”
“Goddess,” Vivi rasped. “How will she have—?” she clenched her teeth. “Those gifts were for BDSM.”
As she began serving me dinner, I took my first bite when I heard Tarian's serious voice. “She will be here any moment, Alpha Lucien.” Heavy footsteps followed, and I assumed they belonged to him. Still simmering with anger, I chose to ignore him and focused on my food. Yet, my mind couldn't shake the question: who was coming to meet him?
“Where is Auren?” Lucien’s heavy voice reached my ears and I froze, my mouth stuffed with ham and cheese sandwich. I got up and rushed out to him in the main hall, quickly swallowing my food. He snapped his head to look at me, and his gaze turned intense. “Come, sit here,” he said, lightly patting the seat next to him.
“What happened, Alp— Lucien…?” I asked, fidgeting with the napkin in my hand. I saw Tarian standing at the end of the hall. He was also averting his gaze from me. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but it felt odd. Suddenly, the main door swung open, and Sable walked in, clutching the same gift box in her hands, catching me completely off guard. Panic etched across her face as her eyes darted between me and Alpha Lucien.
Bowing to him, she stuttered, “A—Alpha Lucien, I can explain. I had planned to give this gift to Auren on your wedding day, b—but the shopkeeper delivered them today!” She opened the box and started wearing the rings in her hand and then wore the necklace, lowering her blouse’s neckline, and pushing her breasts up. She looked at Lucien from under her eyelashes and huskily said, “I intended to present her a chastity belt as well, but the shopkeeper forgot to put it.” And went on to tie the metal belt on her waist. “See, doesn’t it all look… sexy?” And then she rolled her tongue up, parting her lips.
Confused, I watched her without blinking my eyes, wondering what she was doing. I looked sideways and noticed Lucien watching her intensely with a dark expression.
She added, “A perfect wedding gift for a little bit of BDSM, isn’t it?”
“BDSM?” Again? “If these gifts are for BDSM, why did you send them to me? Send them to BDSM!” I blurted.
Her face fell flat as Tarian coughed heavily as if trying to suppress his laughter. Alpha Lucien’s dark expression morphed into a poker face as his nose became pink. A moment later, he coughed. Then in a very serious tone, he lashed at her, “I don’t want to see your face until the wedding, Sable. Don’t try to mock my Auren again. Because if you do, I won't hesitate to throw you in the dungeons. You get that?”
My Auren?
Sable blanched. Panic flashed across her face.
And in that moment, it hit me—she was mocking me. My chest tightened as a wave of anger surged back, stronger than before.
“Sable,” I hissed, my voice laced with restrained fury. “You already know I won’t be here a year from now. So why mock me? What exactly are you trying to prove?” My eyes narrowing, I added, “Because whatever it is, it reeks of jealousy.” I let my words hang for a moment before adding with a sharp edge, “And trust me, that color doesn’t suit an educated woman like you.”
While Sable’s mouth fell open in shock, Alpha Lucien’s hand came to rest on the small of my back. He brushed me lightly over there and my heart skipped a beat.
“You’ve heard her,” he said to Sable with his chin up as if in pride. “You may leave now.”
Sable turned on her heel and hurried out of the main hall, still clad in the ridiculous things for BDSM. Honestly, she looked utterly absurd. As soon as she was out, I got up and stormed to my room.
“Auren!” Lucien called me from behind.
“Alpha Lucien, I’ve endured more insults than I can bear in a day. Please, I just need to rest,” I said, my voice trembling, not turning to see him. Without waiting for a response, I hurried toward my room, tears blurring my vision. He didn’t follow me. I slammed the door shut, its sound echoing through the room and leaned heavily against it, my chest tightening. Why did Sable feel the need to humiliate me like that? That night when I slept, my nightmare revisited.
I was sprinting through a shadowy forest, the twisted branches of trees clawing at me. As I ran, the sharp rocks and hidden thorns dug into my flesh, leaving a trail of blood in my wake. The moon hung silently, watching me suffer. Thorny vines erupted from the ground. They wound around my legs and climbed up my body. They coiled tighter, making me bleed. A searing fire spread through me, and I screamed, thrashing to get free from my agony. All at once, strong furry arms enveloped me and hid me against a warm, furry chest. The nightmare melted instantly and I nestled my face in the chest, clutching the fur. Soft fingers trailed down my back, calming me. Just like last time.
What happened the next day was absolutely unexpected.
Feeling dejected and angry, I sat down on my bed as I stared at the open door from where Alpha Lucien exited. Why was it that he didn’t like everything I did or everyone I met with? Not once did he explain me about the things in the gift box. But I was surprised that he didn’t send them to me because that’s what the guard said. Then who sent them?
I wanted to go after him and ask about it, but then went against it. Instead, I stayed in my room for the whole day, sulking. Even though I was an omega breeder, I hoped he showed more tolerance. It was in the evening that I went downstairs for dinner. The moment Vivi saw me, she blushed. “Lady Auren!” she croaked.
I frowned and sat at the island table. “Everything okay, Vivi?” I asked, tilting my head. Every other person in the kitchen became quiet and looked everywhere other than at me.
“I’m so sorry about the gift box. We don’t know who sent that outrageous gift box to you, and Alpha Lucien is investigating it,” she explained.
Taken by surprise, I jerked my head back. “Why? There were really nice things in it. I liked the rings of O and the necklace. And that whip—it could be used for swatting flies. Not that we have any. You could use them in the kitchen.”
A pin drop silence followed. The chief cook, Tom’s mouth dropped to the floor. He muttered something under his breath in the common language and went back to work. So did the others.
Vivi pursed her lips. Taking a rough breath in, she asked, “Have you heard of porn or BDSM?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Who are they? Are they werewolves in this pack? Because there are none in the Crimson Howl pack with that name.”
“Goddess,” Vivi rasped. “How will she have—?” she clenched her teeth. “Those gifts were for BDSM.”
As she began serving me dinner, I took my first bite when I heard Tarian's serious voice. “She will be here any moment, Alpha Lucien.” Heavy footsteps followed, and I assumed they belonged to him. Still simmering with anger, I chose to ignore him and focused on my food. Yet, my mind couldn't shake the question: who was coming to meet him?
“Where is Auren?” Lucien’s heavy voice reached my ears and I froze, my mouth stuffed with ham and cheese sandwich. I got up and rushed out to him in the main hall, quickly swallowing my food. He snapped his head to look at me, and his gaze turned intense. “Come, sit here,” he said, lightly patting the seat next to him.
“What happened, Alp— Lucien…?” I asked, fidgeting with the napkin in my hand. I saw Tarian standing at the end of the hall. He was also averting his gaze from me. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but it felt odd. Suddenly, the main door swung open, and Sable walked in, clutching the same gift box in her hands, catching me completely off guard. Panic etched across her face as her eyes darted between me and Alpha Lucien.
Bowing to him, she stuttered, “A—Alpha Lucien, I can explain. I had planned to give this gift to Auren on your wedding day, b—but the shopkeeper delivered them today!” She opened the box and started wearing the rings in her hand and then wore the necklace, lowering her blouse’s neckline, and pushing her breasts up. She looked at Lucien from under her eyelashes and huskily said, “I intended to present her a chastity belt as well, but the shopkeeper forgot to put it.” And went on to tie the metal belt on her waist. “See, doesn’t it all look… sexy?” And then she rolled her tongue up, parting her lips.
Confused, I watched her without blinking my eyes, wondering what she was doing. I looked sideways and noticed Lucien watching her intensely with a dark expression.
She added, “A perfect wedding gift for a little bit of BDSM, isn’t it?”
“BDSM?” Again? “If these gifts are for BDSM, why did you send them to me? Send them to BDSM!” I blurted.
Her face fell flat as Tarian coughed heavily as if trying to suppress his laughter. Alpha Lucien’s dark expression morphed into a poker face as his nose became pink. A moment later, he coughed. Then in a very serious tone, he lashed at her, “I don’t want to see your face until the wedding, Sable. Don’t try to mock my Auren again. Because if you do, I won't hesitate to throw you in the dungeons. You get that?”
My Auren?
Sable blanched. Panic flashed across her face.
And in that moment, it hit me—she was mocking me. My chest tightened as a wave of anger surged back, stronger than before.
“Sable,” I hissed, my voice laced with restrained fury. “You already know I won’t be here a year from now. So why mock me? What exactly are you trying to prove?” My eyes narrowing, I added, “Because whatever it is, it reeks of jealousy.” I let my words hang for a moment before adding with a sharp edge, “And trust me, that color doesn’t suit an educated woman like you.”
While Sable’s mouth fell open in shock, Alpha Lucien’s hand came to rest on the small of my back. He brushed me lightly over there and my heart skipped a beat.
“You’ve heard her,” he said to Sable with his chin up as if in pride. “You may leave now.”
Sable turned on her heel and hurried out of the main hall, still clad in the ridiculous things for BDSM. Honestly, she looked utterly absurd. As soon as she was out, I got up and stormed to my room.
“Auren!” Lucien called me from behind.
“Alpha Lucien, I’ve endured more insults than I can bear in a day. Please, I just need to rest,” I said, my voice trembling, not turning to see him. Without waiting for a response, I hurried toward my room, tears blurring my vision. He didn’t follow me. I slammed the door shut, its sound echoing through the room and leaned heavily against it, my chest tightening. Why did Sable feel the need to humiliate me like that? That night when I slept, my nightmare revisited.
I was sprinting through a shadowy forest, the twisted branches of trees clawing at me. As I ran, the sharp rocks and hidden thorns dug into my flesh, leaving a trail of blood in my wake. The moon hung silently, watching me suffer. Thorny vines erupted from the ground. They wound around my legs and climbed up my body. They coiled tighter, making me bleed. A searing fire spread through me, and I screamed, thrashing to get free from my agony. All at once, strong furry arms enveloped me and hid me against a warm, furry chest. The nightmare melted instantly and I nestled my face in the chest, clutching the fur. Soft fingers trailed down my back, calming me. Just like last time.
What happened the next day was absolutely unexpected.
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