After that, days passed by and Kiara’s life took a turn, not a bad one, but one she’d definitely consider good. She wasn’t sure if this was what people called happiness, but every time she looked at him her heart would grow light.Like now...her heart kept fluttering like the wings of a bird as she watched him sleep. He was perfect; his physical features as well as his golden heart.He did nothing that could hurt her, considering that most of her days were spent by his side. Every night she fell asleep in his arms and woke up to those beautiful obsidian eyes observing her, but it was different today...for she woke up before he did.He was probably tired, he left her in Damion’s care pretty late last night and left with Gabe claiming that he had something to deal with at the pack borders. When he came back, he was naked and small dots of blood were splattered over his chest.‘Rogues...’ he had told her when she asked. ‘Rogues crossed the pack borders.’Kiara didn’t really understand bu

After calming down, Zique walked downstairs in search of Kiara. He knew she’d still be mad at him, even if he explained himself she wouldn’t be pleased. He had to find a way to trust her as well as the words that came out of her mouthShe told him she wouldn’t leave, but believing was the problem. Sighing, he shoved his hands into his pockets and headed towards the living room. What could he possibly say to get her to look at him the same way she use to?A gaze without fear...A gaze not diluted by hate...What could he do for her to like him again?He could apologize, but would that even work?He left a bruise around her wrist and probably one around her heart too...Damn! He was conflicted...what if he apologized and she still wouldn’t speak to him?What if he held her and she pulled away?It would without a doubt scar his pride for life, but this wasn’t a matter of pride...it was a matter of getting her right back into his arms.Stepping through the entrance of his living room, he

Zique's obsidian eyes widened. "W-What date is today?" Damion took out his phone, looking down at it. "It's the twenty fifth..." "The...The...The twenty fifth?" Zique breaths shortened, his hands clenching by his sides. "The twenty fifth?" "What?" Damion asked. "Is it...it couldn't really be today...is it?" Gabe shook his head, shifting in his seat. "No, it's the twenty seventh...two days. We have...no he has two days." "Two days left for what?" Kiara asked. "Two days left to live." "What do y...what do you mean?" Her eyes shifted over to Zique not missing the horrified look on his face. "What a-are you guys saying?" "His curse Kiara...he's cursed remember...?" "But I-I...I didn't know he was cursed to die." "Well now you do..." Gabe looked away from her. "I'm leaving...card doesn't sound fun anymore." "B-B-But wai—" Zique stood from his seat. "I'll go with you...Damion you stay with Kiara...I'll be back in a minute." Zique walked pass Kiara on his way out of the living ro

“It doesn’t matter if it suits me. Whether I like it or not... it’s my fate, so tell me.”Jacob’s walking stick trembled as he stood to his feet. “I’m sorry son, but the fate I saw is not a pretty one. I saw a large puddle of blood and you were laying in it.”“W-What?” The crack in Zique’s voice was so blatant that anybody could hear it from afar. “Blood? Was it the curse? How did I die?”“I don’t know, son...but I do know that the heir you’re so desperate for is nowhere in your future. You’re a strong alpha, I thought you’d have survived this...I was sure you would.”“But I...I love her! And she...she seem to have some feelings for me too.”“Well it seems the feelings both of you acquired wasn’t enough to break the curse. I’m sorry son.”He turned to walk away, but Zique grabbed his shoulder. “Can the future not change? I want to live, I want it to change.”“Well there are cases, but it’s rare to escape death. Still I encourage you to try, perhaps I’ll get another dream, one where yo

Zique laid and watched as the darkness around him turned into light. He didn’t sleep, he couldn’t. There was too much on his mind; the pack and of course Kiara.He was contemplating just what to do and how to do it. It was hard, he didn’t know what or rather who to care for more. The pack or Kiara; one of the two had to get hurt depending on his decision, and that’s exactly what made it so hard for him.He had hurt Kiara so much in the past, he shouldn’t even be thinking of hurting her again, but he was an alpha, his pack was suppose to be put even before himself.She had to be the one who got hurt...but he really didn’t want to hurt her anymore.Sighing, he turned to look at her beautifully sleeping form. She’ll probably cry more today than she did yesterday...his poor, little innocent princess...she’ll hate him.Shuffling closer, he clung to her, feeling pitiful, helpless and anxious. He loved her so much, she was the very reason why he wanted to live, to change his future and yet t