My Shapeshifter Mate:Falling for My Cursed Superior
His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their life. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother and till he finds the killer of his brother, he's forever bound with the curse. He's avoided like a plague, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He is a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard. The only child born under Three Red Stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He is soulless-Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric, who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings, located deep in the fogs of Mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came.
Samara Hercules, a whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly she is not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her and that builds a toxic hatred in him for Samara.
He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore.
Let's stop here....
Now are you ready to jump into the book and see how things go?
Will Samara ever escape him and his tortures
Will romance ever bloom between these two?
Will his curse ever get lifted?
Will the real killer ever show up?
And are you in for the steamy romance, fights, jealousy, betrayal, and series of dramas between the supernaturals? Demons and dark forces?
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Chapter 3
NEXT MORNING
Samara felt the arms of someone around her when she woke up, and she squinted.
"Mum, when did you enter my room last night?" She muttered sleepily.
"Shut up Sam, I'm sleeping here" Ruthie's voice replied, but her sleepiness didn't make her realize it.
Ruthie hugged her tighter on the bed, and she smiled.
"Mum you smell different, not pomelo anymore, it's baby powder now" she muttered.
"I'm sleeping I said keep it down!" Ruthie replied sleepily too, and that was when she realized...
She sprang up at once, and Ruthie did the same.
Their eyes widened, and they faced each other when they realized they were in a strange room.
They jumped down from the bed at once and rushed to the door, but it won't open.
"The bartender last night!" Samara shouted.
"Have we been kidnapped? Will they sell our organs?" Ruthie's eyes widened, and Samara slumped on the ground.
"My future husband will be lonely for life! What about the three kids I planned to have! My Cardi B and Megan Thee!!! No, I can't die like this!!!" She shouted dramatically, holding her head.
"Hold up, let's try teleporting first" Ruthie pulled her up.
"Are you serious right now? My powers work only in the bathroom!" Samara retorted.
"Then hold my hand and let me try it" Ruthie replied, and Samara held her hand hopefully.
They closed their eyes, and Ruthie whispered some spells for three minutes.
"I'm done, let's open our eyes at the count of three" she said.
"Sure" Samara replied, and after the count, they opened their eyes at once.
They're still there.
"We didn't disappear!!!!!" They screamed at once.
"Will they sell my b**bs too? Brand new, no one has sucked on them before!!!" Samara said dramatically again.
"There's a window!" Ruthie finally noticed, and they ran to it at once, pushing it open.
They peeped out, and a different air blew their red and white hair respectfully, but they saw something.
There's a large board in the middle of hibiscus flowers, and on the board, it was written...
MYSTIC INSTITUTE, HOME OF HIDDEN MYSTERIES. WELCOME.
Their eyes widened madly immediately they read it, and they faced each other slowly.
"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" They both screamed, and the room door opened behind them.
They turned away from the window, facing the door as a really cute girl came in with an equally cute guy.
They still look young, wearing white historic robes.
"Hey, newbies! Welcome to Mystic Institute at Mount Delos!" The guy waved cheerfully.
"It's real, Ruth we're in trouble" Samara muttered, gumming herself to the window.
"How could our mothers do this to us?" Ruthie muttered too.
"You both need to clean up and meet the master and chiefs" the girl said.
"Who are you guys?" Samara asked.
"I'm Echo! The youngest female disciple here" the girl smiled.
"And I'm Merlin, the youngest male" the guy added.
"We are eighteen!" They both chorused, and Ruthie held her forehead.
"Help, this is frustrating already, I wanna leave this place as soon as possible" she muttered.
"Master is waiting with the chiefs already, and you both have to meet the other disciples too, fast" Echo said, and Samara gasped when she remembered something.
"Wait! Clean up? Like, take our baths?"
"Sure" Merlin replied.
"Then take us to our room!" Samara said.
"Room? Roommates aren't allowed here, you both can have your rooms beside each other though" Echo said.
"Whatever! Ok, take us to our rooms!" Ruthie snapped, and they were immediately led out of the room to the disciples' villa.
"Whoa! It's really big" Samara said, surprised.
"As it should. There are over 500 disciples" Merlin replied.
"What!" Ruthie and Samara faced them at once.
"Are you sure it's really an Institute? Not slave trading home or stuff?" Ruthie asked, and Echo laughed.
"Why am I not seeing any discipline though?" Ruthie asked.
"They're all currently at the assembly for their morning practice" Merlin replied.
"Here, your room" Echo pointed when they finally got to the front of a door.
"Thanks" Samara winked.
"And this is yours" Merlin pointed at the next door.
"Sure" Ruthie replied.
"Another disciple will come for you both in ten minutes, so make it fast" Echo said, and they both nodded as she left with Merlin.
Samara and Ruthie rushed into Samara's room immediately, and they located the bathroom fast, luckily.
They got in, and they didn't bother to pull their clothes before putting on the shower, getting under it.
They held hands and closed their eyes as the water poured on them, and Samara began whispering the spell.
At each line she says, the pouring water becomes warmer and warmer, and immediately she said the fifth line of the spell, the water became hot, and they had to run out of the shower
"Damn it! What was that! Why is the water becoming hot?" Samara shouted.
"Were you saying the hotness spell ?" Ruthie asked.
"Listen, I know I'm still an amateur in this crazy supernatural stuff, but our mothers taught us the lines together, and I know what I read" Samara replied.
"Don't get mad, I'm just frustrated" Ruthie said.
"Let's try it one more time" Samara replied, and they returned under the shower.
AT THE PRESTIGE HALL
Prestige Hall is Master Duran's hall of residence, located on top of a cliff at the far end of the Institute.
It's covered in ivy, and it's surrounded by chrysanthemum flowers. The most beautiful of all the halls.
He was meditating silently in his room when the voice of a disciple came from the door.
"Master! The chiefs are here"
He opened his eyes and stood, leaving the room for his open room where the two chiefs were truly waiting.
Chief Water and Chief Feathers are like his assistants.
"Are you both ready to meet the new arrivals?" He asked, taking his seat.
"That's not important right now, Duran. A report came from the city" Chief Water replied.
"What's it about?" Master Duran squinted.
"It's always about one person" Chief Feathers replied, and the black bird on her right shoulder chirped.
"Orion again?" Master Duran stood.
"He wasn't in his room last night when Agatha went for him. He didn't come back throughout the night practice either, " Chief Water said.
"The body of a human lady was found on the streets with the mark of three red stars on her forehead. She obviously collided into him" Chief Feathers said.
"Then he beheaded the only son of Honourable Mazi, he's planning to burn down this institute" Chief Water said, and her bird chirped again.
"Shut up" she ordered, and the bird went low on her shoulder.
"Orion" Master Duran mumbled, turning around on his spot, and almost immediately, Orion appeared in the room.
"Y'all are calling my name too much, is anything the problem?" He said grimly.
"You!!!" Master Duran shouted.
"Oh...the humans? The lady collided with me and was bound to die. It's not my fault that I was cursed with loneliness, and about the unfortunate boy, he deserved it" Orion replied.
"I warned you about going out of this institute didn't I? You're like a death trap and it's impossible not to collide with someone in the always crowded streets of Delos! Three people died the last time you went out Orion, and about the Honourable's son...
"I said he deserves it! And I'm not ready to tell his offence" Orion replied stubbornly.
"Orion, why don't you calm down and let's talk this out" Chief Water held his shoulder.
"You can't keep going like this Orion. Astrid your brother won't be happy up there" Chief Feathers smiled prettily. She's undeniably beautiful.
"I got cursed cos of his death anyway, so I don't care" Orion replied and walked out of the hall.
"Honourable Mazi will be visiting the Institute soon, we have to find a way to calm him down. Orion has to beg on his knees" Chief Water said, and Chief Feathers cackled.
"Water, don't be silly. Orion would rather murder himself than go on his knees" she said.
Master Duran faced them.
"For now, let's focus on the new arrivals"
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7.1
I was eight months pregnant, waiting on the sofa for my billionaire husband to come home.
But when the heavy oak doors opened, Cayden threw a fake DNA test on the glass table, showing a zero percent probability of paternity.
He accused me of carrying another man's bastard. I cried and begged, swearing I was framed by his childhood friend, Carmella. He didn't listen. Instead, he ordered his massive bodyguards to pin me down while a private doctor forced an abortion pill down my throat.
"The Merritt family does not raise bastards. Get rid of it."
He forced me to sign divorce papers and ordered his men to throw me out into the freezing storm. Before I was dragged away, I desperately told him the truth: I was the anonymous donor who gave him a kidney to save his life three years ago.
He just sneered, saying Carmella had the surgical scar to prove she was the donor, and kicked me out to die.
Lying in the freezing rain, vomiting up the half-dissolved poison to save my baby, I didn't understand how the man I loved could be so completely blind. How could he let that woman steal my kidney, my marriage, and murder his own flesh and blood?
Five years later, I returned to New York not as his pathetic discarded wife, but as a top-tier medical fixer for the global elite.
And my genius five-year-old son has already infiltrated his mansion, ready to tear his empire apart from the inside.
8.4
My mate, Alpha Santino, brought another woman into our home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fallen Beta, and he swore to protect her above all others.
He gave her my seat of honor, left our bed cold each night to soothe her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna of the Blackstone Pack, but I was becoming a ghost in my own life.
The final betrayal happened in my own bedroom. She stood over my vanity and deliberately shattered my mother's sacred moonstone necklace, the last piece of my family I had left.
When Santino burst in, he didn't see my heartbreak. He saw only her fake tears.
"What did you do to her?!" he roared, his voice laced with the Alpha's Command, a sacred power he used to crush my will.
Then, for her, he did the unforgivable. He raised his hand and struck me, his mate.
In that instant, the love I had desperately clung to turned to ice. The man I had sworn my life to had not only betrayed me but had defiled the sacred bond the Goddess herself had blessed.
As the pain of his betrayal ripped through me, something ancient and powerful awakened in my blood. I rose to my feet and spoke the words that would destroy his world and begin mine.
"I, Alessia Bianchi, reject you, Santino Moretti, as my mate."
7.6
He hated my gut!
I detested his arrogance!
I was supposed to be his ex-stepmother,but I hated pack politics and returned to the human community after Alpha Holt's death.
I was forced back to heal the wounds of the one that hated me the most, my stepson Adrian.
To the world he was the famous NHL golden boy of hockey and to the Frostfang pack, their feared Alpha.
But the moon goddess had another plan.
On the night he was crowned as Alpha, his father's mark faded from my neck and Adrian's mate bond burnt harshly on my skin. But fate wasn't done yet.
We were expected to team up to fight a common foe when we could barely stand each other.
Was our fate strong enough to overcome physical hatred?
7.1
I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive.
Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice.
"It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison."
She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole.
I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath.
Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him.
"I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."
7.0
I was the fated mate of Ryker Blackwood, the future Alpha, but my lack of an awakened wolf made me a pathetic joke to his pack.
Instead of protecting me, he publicly rejected me, chose the manipulative Lilith Vane as his Luna, and locked me in a freezing dungeon.
While the entire pack cheered for their final mating ceremony above, I rotted in heavy chains below.
When a rogue attack killed our unborn pups, I reached out to him in agony, but his voice through our fading bond was like splintered ice.
"Our pups are dead. Don't bother me again."
He didn't care at all. The casual dismissal shattered my inner wolf, and I died in that filthy cell, suffocating on my own despair and a hatred so potent it burned through my last breath.
Until my last moment, I couldn't understand why my absolute devotion was met with such cruel betrayal, and why my fated mate let our children die without a second thought.
Opening my eyes again, I wasn't in the dungeon.
I was back in my seventeenth year, choking on the icy water of the lake Lilith had just pushed me into.
Seeing Ryker's arrogant sneer and Lilith's fake concern on the shore, I didn't cry or beg for his attention like I did in my past life.
This time, I would publicly sever our sacred bond, awaken my true Alpha bloodline, and make them pay for every drop of my blood.
9.4
I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company.
Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file.
He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his.
When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren.
I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house.
I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me.
My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie.
The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know?
Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets?
As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance.
I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name.
The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret.
This time, I didn't cry or beg.
"You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption."
Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room.