My Cursed Mate

He even forgave them for ignoring and thinking ill of him when he first arrived at the pack because he was human. It took him a lot of effort and time to prove to them that he could be one of them and now all his hard work was paying off.

“What did you do today?” He patted their heads and gave their cheeks a light pinch.

“We learned our numbers and our letters!” One of them answered in a high-pitched sound with her head held high.

Regulus nodded, “That’s great. Why don’t you show me what you learned.” He winked at them and the children lined up to recite what they learned.

After each of the children’s turn, Regulus gave them an applause and handed them a cookie that one of the mothers handed him while they were reciting. The children happily ran away after receiving the cookies.

“Have you seen the Luna?” One of the mothers asked after the children were gone.

He nodded. “Yes, she’s a bit busy right now and I don’t think she can come and visit.”

The woman saw through him. Werewolves were very perceptive because of their heightened senses. She gave Regulus a comforting pat on his back. “She may be cold but I know that the Luna cares for you.”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Regulus shrugged and gave the woman a smile. They may be mates but he did not feel like it within the year that he stayed with her. She was cold and lacked affection towards him despite his identity and he knew the reason why, because he was human. The pack might have accepted him but the Luna, she must have accepted him just because a Luna cannot be mateless.

Even if he had the mate bond binding him to her, he felt that it was actually useless because she was a pureblood. As time passed by, he got used to it and did not hope for anything more. Although he would feel sad and disappointed sometimes, he couldn’t force Sangria because he knew that fore and foremost, she was the Luna of the pack and she had responsibilities that she needed to fulfill. He was just glad that he was able to leave his horrible home.

For the following days, the war continued and the pack was riddled with worry. The situation at the frontline was escalating at a frightening speed and more and more injured and dead warriors were getting sent back. Everyone was so busy in helping the injured and burning the dead that nobody realized the danger that was hiding in the dark.

There were warriors stationed around the pack and at the pack house where most of the women and children were. Regulus made sure that they were well protected but with all the injured coming in, their security was getting thin.

“I don’t like what’s happening.” He was helping one of the pack betas in distributing food to the injured.

The beta looked at all the patients and sighed. “I understand your concern Alpha but we can’t leave them in the open. I’ll contact the Luna and will tell her your concern.”

Regulus nodded. Ever since the injured were getting carried back to Crimson, the unease in his heart continued to grow. He couldn’t help but feel that something bad was about to happen. This kept him awake for nights now and the paranoia just worsened. He would constantly check on the children and kept on reminding the warriors to be vigilant.

His concern was expressed to the Luna but it was brushed off as more and more concerns were presented to her. She needed to prioritize the frontline in that situation and eventually forgot about the report from one of her betas.

Sangria and the werewolves finally managed to push back the enemy. This news brought joy to the members of the pack. It was worthy of celebration as the number of injured also decreased and those that were injured first were in recovery thanks to their regenerative abilities.

Although he wanted to be at ease, Regulus couldn’t do so but with the coaxing of the children and the mothers, he was able to relax. They enjoyed the news and they hoped for a full victory for their clan.

The hostages were also rescued and were sent to their homes. Those who belonged to the Crimson reunited with their families and Regulus was happy to see this. He too was hoping for the end of the war.

Victory was already at hand when it happened, a tragedy that would remain her scar forever. With their guards down, Crimson was infiltrated by the enemy. They silently posed as injured comrades and when the opportunity presented itself, they did not hesitate to grab it.

In that split moment of carelessness, all of the children within the pack fell into their hands. This was a situation they didn’t expect. The atmosphere in the pack was tense as the enemy had their claws on the children.

“Let the children go and take us instead!” One of the mothers insisted but the enemies did not give in.

“These hostages are more valuable than any of you! Sangria might have defeated us in the frontlines but will she be able to come and save you in time?” One of the enemy werewolves that allied with the ORDER shouted.

He raised his claws and was about to kill one of the children when the warriors appeared from their behind and started to attack them. The children scattered and found a hiding place but the fight did not stop. Just as they were about to win because they outnumbered the enemy, a wave of rogue werewolves appeared out of nowhere and killed several pack warriors.

The chaos ensued. Regulus made sure that all children were found and he bravely led them to the pack house. He knew that they had no other place to go because they were surrounded and he was not even sure if any of the werewolves already contacted Sangria and informed her of what was happening.

“They already relayed this to the Luna but I don’t know how long we can actually hold on.” One mother was hugging her child tightly as they listened to the fighting outside of the pack house.

“We can’t sit around and wait for our deaths.” One of them stood up and stepped forward. The mothers all stood and went forward to block the enemy’s entrance. Even the teenagers were on their feet.

Not long after, the enemies forced their way in and growled at them. Within seconds, the fight had begun and blood started to stain the floor. Regulus held the children and pushed them back even more.

“Give the children to us.” A dark and deep voice from the back made them all freeze. It was a voice that could put them in submission.

“No.” One of the mothers firmly answered.