Hello guys!

So I decided to update a little sooner 'cause perhaps I'll go missing for a short period. My big sister's gonna get married soon so I'll have to help. (algerian weddings are amazing but their preparativs are a pain in the ass ^^)

Please excuse the delay. I'll update as soon as I find time.

Chapter 3:Curse

Akihito had tried his best to remember what had happened after the death of his daddy, but his attempts were futile.

He remembered waking up at Takato's who told him that his house had been burnt by traitors. That the two alphas had been killed. That his father had survived but he had lost his left hand while attempting to run away from the burning house. Akihito knew it was a big fat lie but he hadn't pushed further. He had been wounded enough by his daddy's death and was pleased that he was avenged and the bastards got what they deserved.

But he hadn't been expecting what had happened after that.

His clan members had started to avoid him. They called him a demon. A monster. His father had threatened to kill him if he ever approached him again and that's how he ended up leaving with his cousin. Some alphas had cornered him one and had told him he was bewitched. That everything had been good before he was born. That there had been a time when his father had loved and cherished his mate. That he was the one who had brought up trouble and misfortune to his clan. Takato had argued with him that it was all a nonsense but Aki knew better. He knew he was cursed. How couldn't he? when he saw her every now and then.

He didn't know what she was, what she wanted. But he knew she was there. He'd fill a bucket full of water only to find it empty, broken, its contents spilled on the floor. He'd wake to the sound of the windows suddenly opening and he'd know it wasn't the wind. Sometimes he'd hear bell rings, child laughters and the clatters of bracelets and anklets. Sometimes he'd even see her in his dreams. She had long, very long and very white hair. and no, she wasn't a granny. She had bloody red lips and those eyes...amazingly green, like two perfect emeralds. They were fascinating. She was fascinating.

There had been a time when he had feared her. He'd feel invisible fingertips caressing his neck and hair. He'd hear her whispering into his ears, and he really had creeped out. He had even wet his bed one night. But he had grown to know her, and she was surprinsingly comforting. He couldn't live without her anymore. Takato seemed to notice something was off with him but he wouldn't push and Akihito was grateful. The alphas of his clan had finally left him in peace, clearly not desiring to mate with him even if he was the only remaining omega.

Years had passed and it was time for him to take a mate. He had aged into an astonishingly beautiful and sweet creature. But he refused to be mated with one of his clan. The problem was...she had gone quiet and he couldn't see why. He just kept on having that damn dream. It wasn't dreaming about being in heat that bothered him. He had many of those before. He'd often dreamt about big sexy strong arms and long lean fingers massaging his little shaft and thrusting madly into his wet hole until they made him cum.

What was bothering him what why he was dreaming about THAT asshole! He hated him to the core and clearly didn't want to be fucked by him.

He still remembered that time when he first met him...

Akihito: What the fuck! Stopping at the right moment, what's going on with you?!

Asami: Shut up omega! We're finally going to talk about ME!

Akihito: Jerk...

So 'til next chapter!:)