The Cursed Human

Luka's Pov

I watched as they threw the first shovel of dirt on the box that confined my love.

‘Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.’ The continuous chanting in my head never stopped.

It didn’t help the tears that stung my eyes either, betraying every word I had been saying to myself since this horrific day started.

It also didn’t help that my wolf hasn’t stopped whimpering since I got here, after being dormant for days since Ella died.

I can’t blame him for hurting. He felt the mate bond stronger than me, but I needed him these past two weeks. He was my only strength.

Someone’s hand on my shoulder brought me out of my thoughts, and I turned around to see my little sister looking at me with sorrow filled eyes.

“Don’t cry, Luka. It’ll be okay soon, I promise.”

‘If only I could believe those words,’ I thought but offered her a weak smile nonetheless.

I continued to stare as I reminisced about the times Ella and I had together. We only met three years ago on my eighteenth birthday when I accompanied my dad to an Alpha meeting where I would officially take over the pack.

That’s when I saw her. Her beauty fascinated me even before I learnt we were mates.

I spent the rest of the night stealing glances at her until I mustered the courage to go to her. I could still remember her scent. It was intoxicating, and her smile, when she saw me, pushed me over the edge. That’s when I knew she had me whipped.

“Luka.” A voice I knew too well snapped me out of my thoughts.