My Cursed Mate

Evos and Anathos finally came to the scene. This time both Ravina and Kazandra were sitting on the ground with the latter resting her head on Ravina’s shoulder.

“She’s currently in a state of shock,” Ravina informed them. Her gaze shifted to the top of Kazandra’s head before she gently raised her hand to caress her friend’s hair.

This was not good news. Kazandra was the only person who could tell them exactly what happened. He looked back at Anathos but the other man shook his head. Even with the superior senses of werewolf, Evos couldn’t find any clue. He and Anathos already made rounds around the perimeter but they found nothing suspicious.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“We are dealing with a spell caster.” Ingrid appeared out of nowhere with her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her eyes swept through the surroundings until it settled on the spot behind Evos.

Evos’s brows furrowed. If that were true then it only meant a troubling reality, Grim was not the only member of ORDER they were dealing with. According to their intel, there was indeed a member of that organization who was a spell caster and he was not easy to deal with.

“It must be Injurious,” Ingrid mumbled. That man was difficult to deal with.

Evos’s head snapped to where the vampire was and saw her frowning. “How do you know? Do you know all the members of the ORDER?”

Ingrid sighed and loosened her body. “I only know them by name and title but I have never seen any of them in person. Kazandra only knew Grim and fought him personally but the others are too elusive.”

“What should we do now?” Anathos asked with concern. His eyes jumping from Kazandra to Ingrid.

“Let’s head back to the mansion for now. There’s no point in lingering here. It will be difficult to track them down if we don’t have anyone who has a similar ability with us.” Ingrid suggested, casting a glance at her friend. Together, they assisted Kazandra to the car and drove back to her home.

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Inside a lavishly decorated room, two figures materialized. One man, who appeared to be on his thirties with mid length curly hair that reached his shoulders had his hands tucked into his pants’ pockets. Despite the warmth of the night, he wore a long brown coat over a black polo as his gaze swept through the room with keen interest.

The man who exuded a casual air manipulated the white cloth that was covering Vega so that it moved towards the red sheet covered bed where it carefully laid the man. The curtains, carpet, and even the drapes surrounding the bed were all in varying shades of red, a color scheme perfectly suited to his tastes. Should any blood be spilled, it would blend seamlessly with the surroundings, masking any evidence of violence.

Once satisfied with his inspection of the room, his attention returned to the unconscious man on the bed. Furrowing his brows, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was not right. It had all been too easy. He had alpha blood in his veins and yet the dark snake they injected into him had worked with unexpected speed and efficiency.

Injurious approached the bed with his hands clasped behind his back, bending forward until his face was centimeters away from Vega’s. Tilting his head to the side, he scrutinized the man’s body but found nothing outwardly unusual. Inside the man’s body, the snake lay nestled within Vega’s core, silently keeping his wolf subdued.

Injurious’s eyes narrowed but the fast-approaching footsteps prompted him to withdraw and take position beside the bed. Though interrupted, he still had time though and he could use that to thoroughly study the reason for the man’s vulnerability. A woman in a red satin sleep dress then came with a grin. Her eyes sparkled with delight upon seeing the figure lying on the bed she meticulously arranged.

Her heart soared with joy at the sight of the man she’d longed for. Composing herself, she approached the bed with a radiant smile and took a seat beside the unconscious Vega as she gazed at his face in disbelief and admiration. She was not dreaming, he was truly there, inside her room.

“You’ve exceeded my expectations,” she remarked to the man who brought Vega. She harbored doubts about their ability at first, but now, with Vega before her, she was thoroughly convinced.

“It’s my job, and I have never failed to deliver.” Injurious responded with his raspy voice. If not for its necessity, he wouldn’t associate himself with the woman.

“Then my money hasn’t been wasted. You may leave now and I’ll take it from here,” she said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand and turning her full attention to Vega.

Sophia’s desire to touch Vega consumed her, driving her to reach out and make him hers. But as her hand met his face, an unseen force pushed her back which caused her to stumble and fall to the floor. Angered but undeterred, she rose to her feet and attempted to approach him again, only to be repelled once more and this time she crashed into the wall.

The banging noise from the room was particularly loud in the silence of the living room where Injurious was sitting. He remained indifferent to it as he continued to gaze out the window into the night. Even the slamming of the door failed to elicit a reaction from him.

Infuriated by her inability to touch Vega, Sophia stormed into the living room and slapped Injurious across the face. She was convinced that he must have done something to prevent her from reaching him.

“What did you do? Why can’t I touch him?” She screamed at his face without noticing how the man’s mood changed.

Injurious remained silent, his gaze icy and his fury palpable on the other hand Sophia was too absorbed in her own frustration to notice the change. Ignoring his evident anger, she started to pace back and forth in front of him and even occasionally gave him a glare.

“What did you do? Tell me, or else I won’t pay the rest of your money!” She screamed once again while stomping her feet and her face contorting in rage.

Before she could say more, her body was forcefully slammed to the floor with a resounding bang. The impact knocked the air out of her lungs, leaving her gasping and wheezing in pain. Her coughs were the only sound that filled the room.