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.
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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?
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Chapter 4
AT THE MORNING ASSEMBLY
The disciples are all currently busy with practice.
Some sparring, some combating, some weighing their powers and some are alone.
Krishna released a heavy breath after defeating Raven for the third time, and he sat on the ground.
"Are you sure this place is for you? Your younger sister Ceres is even stronger than you, I guess you're the weakest in here, I'm ashamed" he said.
"You enjoy talking rubbish. I'm weak like this cos of Agatha's arrows from yesterday. I still have the wound on my chest" Raven replied.
"Are you ok?" Ceres asked beside him, and he faced her.
"Sometimes I wonder if you're really my sister" Raven shook his head.
"Me too" Krishna replied from the ground.
"Krishna, do you wanna spar with me?" Ceres asked, and he stood.
"No. I'd pass" he said and walked away.
"Wait!" Raven went after him, and Ceres smiled, watching Krishna's backside till Peony joined her.
"I'm so sorry about yesterday Ceres. I heard Agatha hurt you cos of the bra I mistakenly took" she said, and Ceres sent mind wind to her.
Peony flew off, landing on the ground far from Ceres.
"Hurt me? Watch how you talk about me! Agatha cannot hurt me!" Ceres glared.
"I was just trying to apologise" Peony replied.
"Peony!" Merlin arrived with Echo, and they helped her up, they faced Ceres.
"You won't stop being bitter, right? Your energy matches Agatha's" Merlin said.
"No, I don't think so. Agatha is just proud and troublesome, but this one is incurably bitter" Echo replied, and Peony laughed.
Ceres was made to attack, but that was when the master arrived on the ground with the chiefs, so she retreated as all the disciples faced one direction.
"Greetings! Master, Greetings! Chiefs!" They chorused as they took their seats on the upper part of the assembly.
"Where's Aragon?" Chief Feathers asked.
"Agatha left to get him!" Raven replied.
Aragon is the second superior.
IN THE DELOS WOODS
Presently, Aragon is sitting on top of a mighty rock, and his blue sword is floating in the air in front of him, his eyes closed.
Just like Orion is obsessed with darkness, he's obsessed with rocks, and anytime he's not busy in the Institute, he's always here, practicing spells alone.
The blue light coming from his sword became brighter, and his shiny blue eyes opened at once.
He leapt into the air and directed the sword into the rock.
Immediately it penetrated, the mighty rock shone blue before shattering into smithereens.
The sword flew back to him, and immediately he grabbed it, all the pieces of the broken rock came back together, standing as one again.
He landed back on the rock gently.
"Bravo! I want to be able to do that too someday!" Agatha shouted from the base. She has been watching.
Aragon flew down from the rock, landing in front of her.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"It's time for the morning assembly, and also we're meeting the two newbies" she replied, and without another word, he started leaving.
"Wait for me Superior!" She shouted, running after him, but she fell immediately.
He still didn't stop or look back.
"At this rate, there's barely any difference between him and Superior Orion" she muttered and stood, rushing after him.
AT MYSTIC INSTITUTE, DURING THE MORNING ASSEMBLY
Aragon stood in front of the disciples when he arrived, so he was directly facing the master and the chiefs.
"And why are the new arrivals not here yet?" Chief Water said.
Meanwhile, Ruthie and Samara are still in the bathroom, trying to teleport out of the Institute for the fifth time.
Ruthie is the one reading the spell this time, and at the third line, their feet started leaving the ground.
They held themselves tighter, and Ruthie read faster till their feet left the ground completely.
They vanished from the bathroom, and immediately they felt cold air on their wet skins, they knew their environments changed.
They opened their eyes at once, and it widened when they saw where they were.
They're at the morning assembly, standing between the disciples, master, and chiefs.
"Shit, we landed in shit" Samara muttered.
"I want the ground to open up and swallow me" Ruthie replied.
From their wet clothes to their sticky wet hair, and then their bare foot. Nothing could be more embarrassing in front of the crowd.
Merlin was the first to start laughing, then Echo joined.
Soon, all the disciples began laughing at them, but immediately Master Duran stood, and they stopped.
"Welcome to the Institute" he said.
"This isn't funny young man! It's called kidnapping!" Samara shouted.
"She's feisty" Chief Water smiled.
"Abduction!" Ruthie shouted too.
"Your mothers sent you here" Master Duran continued, and when Samara made to talk again, she saw Aragon, and her eyes widened.
"Wait.... handsome guys still exist? Whoa! He's my future husband! Finally!" She gushed, tripping over him.
"Sam" Ruthie called.
"This is our home. Tie me up I'm not ready to leave anymore, arrest me!" Samara replied, pointing her arms forward.
Ruthie made to smack her, but then she saw Krishna in the middle of the disciples, and she smiled.
"Sam you're right, I should get handcuffed too" she said, pointing her arms forward too.
"Introduce yourselves" Master Duran said.
"Samara Hercules here! A die-hard fan of Cardi and Megan" Samara waved.
"Ruthie Reed, I love boys" Ruthie said, and everyone laughed again.
"They're so funny" Raven said.
Aragon was the first to walk up to them, and Samara's eyes were on his own throughout, though he was not looking at her at all.
"Aragon d'Aximos, a superior" he said.
"Nice to meet you, handsome Superior!" Samara chirped, and everyone laughed again.
"Entertaining" Chief Water smiled.
"Well I dislike girls like her" Chief Feathers replied.
Aragon didn't wait for Ruthie to talk before going back to his spot.
"Where's Orion though?" Chief Water said, and Orion appeared in front of the two girls immediately.
"Shit!" Samara held her chest, and his eyes widened when he saw her....her hair...her white hair...her long, flowing white hair.
Killer of Astrid....Killer of Astrid.... Killer of Astrid... Was all that started ringing in his head immediately, and he couldn't help but explode with rage and drown in fury.
His eyes became bloodshot.
Black blood came out of the eyes as he summoned his sword, and immediately it appeared on his palm, he sank it 'DEEP' into Samara's belly, and it came out on her back.
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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.