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Chapter 9

  • Hazel’s pov
  • I was surprised the Alpha had agreed to Mama Mia’s suggestion. I had thought he would stand his ground and vehemently refuse. I was even half expecting him to throw me back into the cell. Everything Mama Mia had told me still left me speechless. The Alpha had a curse. And I was his cure? It sounded unbelievable. How do I cure a curse? How do I even begin to understand the curse? I am no healer, nor was I born with powers, as far as I knew, but Mama Mia made it sound like I was going to be natural at it. But I was scared. The Alpha hated him. Hated my kind. I’m sure if I could read his thoughts, I’d cringe at the murderous plans he had for me. I could see it in his eyes; he was ready to kill me and free himself from the burden that comes with having me alive and around. That control tactic Mama Mia had made mention of—I tried it when he’d been standing his ground against letting me have a shower and a dress, but nothing worked. I thought of him doing it for me, but he had only agreed because he’d been desperate for information.
  • He wanted to know what had been discussed behind his back. My stomach rumbled; I was hungry, but I couldn’t ask for food. Who will even give it to me if I ask? Except probably Mama Mia. Maybe I’ll ask her when I see her, without the Alpha, of course. I wouldn’t want him to spoil my appetite with that cold, menacing glare of his that shriveled up my insides wherever he was close. What was Mama Mia telling him at the moment? Was she already telling him that I was his cure? If yes, I would’ve loved to see his reaction. Let’s see how the almighty Alpha took to the news of the human girl he loathed and was dying to see her head roll as his only hope of being freed from this curse. I tried to ask Mama Mia what the curse was all about and how it came to be, but she was closed-mouthed about it. And I was beginning to learn that if she didn’t want to reveal any information, just let it go. No amount of pleading or guilt-tripping will make the woman release a single word on it. I was done bathing, and the maid asked to help me out but preferred to do it from a distance. She was trying not to get close to him, but I didn’t mind. I understood her behavior and wouldn’t bother to let it worry me. No matter what she was doing currently, it would never surpass what the Alpha had done and might still be planning to do. A thought struck me: was he still going to kill me now that he had found out who I am? More so, why did it have to be me? Who chose this kind of life and fate for me? Whoever owned the universe was not aware of how much hatred the man harbored for me. One wrong move, and he’ll gladly rip me apart. This is a tough journey for me. I do not understand how I’m going to carry out this mission. I am admittedly unsure of my next move. I do not even have a first move. Talk more about the next one. I am like a pebble thrown in a deep river, sinking amongst other bigger rocks — I feel lost.
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