Chapter 6

"You were cursed."

Did I hear it right? Cursed? I was cursed? My whole head was spinning and I could only hear my mother tell me "you were cursed", "you were cursed."

"Are you fine?" Harold broke me from my thoughts.

He hold my hand and said," It's okay we're all here. Don't panic. Relax."

"Why was I cursed mom?" I said looking into my parents with teary eyes.

"When your mom was five months old pregnant with you, we were on a mission. Basically we had to fight off witches because they were using black magic to cast spell and end werewolves. They without our consent killed more than fifty werewolves living in between with humans. We had to stop them from ending us." My father sighed.

My mother continued," It was when a witch called Nora Thompson was pregnant as well. She was five months pregnant with her child. However we had no idea about her pregnancy. Jeorge used his paws at first which left mark on her shoulder. The venom was slowly dissolving inside her when the other dying witch said Nora was pregnant. Even though Nora was hurt and wounded, her black powers were strong enough to work on me. She somewhat used her powers and discovered I was pregnant too. That's when she cursed me, you. She wouldn't want to kill an unborn child so instead she cursed you. She cast a spell which stopped you from transforming into werewolf."

"I am sorry Roseanne. It was all my fault you ended up into this mess. If only I knew Nora was pregnant, I wouldn't have done that." His guiltiness was all over his face.

"The spell worked upon you because it was a crime to harm an unborn child. Even if your father was unaware, it cannot be helped that he did tried to kill her."

"But why are they trying to harm us now?" I asked them.

"Not us. You. They are trying to kill you." My mom frantically said.

"Me? But why? I cannot even transform into my werewolf form." Should I have been more vulnerable than this?

"There's a spell which let's you see future. All you need is that spell, blood of someone you want to see future of and a regular generation witch. A Grandmother with her daughter and granddaughter. We are suspecting they saw your future and now maybe they discovered you are a threat to them."

Harold said looking at me.

"But how did they get my blood?I mean I don't even have many friends. I don't have people who would take advantage of me. Even Charlotte and Owen has no idea who my parents are. I never told them about my relations with mom and dad." I sighed.

"Had. They pretended like they didn't knew about you." He said with those expressions that clearly said 'they can't be trusted' and trust me, I think so too.

"But-" My mom interrupted me.

"We wanted to protect you Roseanne. Keeping you with us would have been way too dangerous. We didn't want to lose you. All we had in mind was how to keep you safe." My mom said coming towards me.

I cannot listen to them any longer. Do they expect me to run and hug them tightly? All they had in mind was my security but why was there no warmth and affection? It would have been better if they sent me thousands of miles way.

No matter what reason is, a child as a child or adult or whatever fuck only cares for the love and affection they want from their parents. A warm coffee can surely warm your body but the warmth you get from your parents embrace is something that cannot be fulfilled or replaced by any coffee.

Right now, for me, this room is filled by complete strangers who regard themselves as my parents. How am I to react when they fucking kept me away for whole life. You cannot predict future, what if something happens to me or to them? We haven't even spent time together. We didn't get to talk about our life and dreams. We didn't get to go on trips and dinners. My whole life was a lie, is a lie. The last thing I can expect is for them to tell me I'm not their child.

I don't even know about my parents choices, their likes and dislikes and probably they don't have any idea about mine. I cannot pretend to be all goofy and lively with them.

I noticed my father was zoned out since both of them started telling me reasons. Is he trying to hide something from me?

"Dad are you fine?"I said walking towards him. "You look lost. Do you want to tell anything?"

"N- I- no,darling.... I was just thinking how to remove the spell. That's..... that's it." He said stammering. I probably got this habit from my father, I stammer whenever I am nervous or hiding something, I doubt that he isn't lying. He looked pale.

"Roseanne, sweetheart please don't hate us. Whatever we did was to protect you. Can you try to understand? Please?" My mom was now pleading me, I cannot face them in this situation, not now.

"I don't hate you or dad or anyone. Don't overthink." I said looking into my dad's eyes. Even though he was here, his mind was wandering somewhere else. He was lost and I could tell that he was scared.

My mother was about to hug me when I stopped her," I'm sorry mom but I want to rest."

*

It had already been dinner time but I had no appetite, at all. Even though my stomach was asking for it.

Mom, dad, even Granny came to ask me but all I could do was resist them. But maybe I was waiting for someone else? To bring me food and warmth. I was expecting him, only him.

I so wanted to meet Harold's grandmother and talk with her about those flowers and that tree house. Even though I had no time to talk about her with anyone, I felt close whenever someone mentioned her. She felt close. Everyone in Harold's family were warm. I yet had to meet his elder sister, Ashley and her husband. I hope we can find Ida soon.

But then I heard a knock on the door,a familiar sound asked for my permission, to open the door.

"I know you are in there Roseanne. I can hear your tummy growl out, so loud." Harold said pacing back and forth. Will he be laughing at my growls?

On top of that I smelled amazing SMELL!!!!

Without delaying, I opened the door.

Harold had everything I was craving for. This guy. A small smile left my mouth looking at his efforts.

"You said you weren't hungry." Harold eyed looking at my plates.

I was busy licking my fingers covered in white chocolate. Harold makes good food. I mean who doesn't like good food? My tum-tum is all about food. Something that makes my tum-tum growl other than food is him, Harold. He does something to me without his knowledge. His presence, his gaze, his simple presence and his deep accent makes me want to grab his jacket and smack my lips with his. I pretty much get lost and horny. He is like damn hot. I would need Popsicles when he's around for sure.

"Ummmmm, so good. So yummy." My mouth and fingers were moving in perfect rhythm to make him drool for some reason that I was still hesitating to admit. Or I wanted Harold to do something to me that I was still denying and I don't even know why.

"Let me taste them then." Without giving me chance he----

He attacked my lips. At first I was aww-strucked and taken aback. When he was about to pull out, I gradually shifted my hands from my thighs to his face, one hand caressing his cheeks and one hand playing with his hair.

His hands were cupping and caressing my cheeks when they slowly went down my waist, one arm wrapped around my body while the other were giving warm touch to my neck.

At first he kept the pace slow, exploring every corner of my mouth and soon when he asked for entrance, which I happily gave in, started his dominating pace.

I was enjoying his presence of lips in my mouth. Both of us exploring our lips, soon we became breathless and had to drift apart. That didn't stop him from kissing my neck, making me weak over his touch.

His touch was magical and sensational. I never in my life felt like this. The way his hands were finding perfect spots themselves, making me want more than just a kiss. His kisses on my neck were already making my body lose control. My hormones were taking over me. They wanted more. They wanted Harold, to touch me.

I am finally starting to believe the power your mate holds in with you. The magic and electrons created when our body touch each other living no space for even a thin air to pass, this man is making me crazy.

I would be joking when I said the magical flowers above bunker smelt breathtaking. Even if they were magical, the smell that Harold carried could make me weak on my knees. His smell was heaven. Nothing could be compared to his smell.

This being the first time, Harold and me were this close, feeling each other's presence and warmth, I felt good in ages. Thanks to him!

I hissed in pain when I felt sharp teeths on my neck. I bet his wolf took over to claim me his. I was his the moment we met. And now finally when our bodies are creating sensation, I can admit that he is mine, only mine.

"I'm sorry. My wolf- " He was cut off in middle when we heard knock on the door.

"Roseanne, Harold are you two there?" I heard my mother ask.

I hold Harold's hand and said,"Tell her I slept after eating. You were just watching over to make sure I was alright. Please?" I said with pleading eyes.

I had no energy to talk to my mother when infact I had a little making-out session going on.

Harold nodded and I quietly laid on my bed thinking about our kiss.

"Is everything alright?" My mother said barging into my room.

"She's sleeping Luna Mary. She ate everything I brought and now she's asleep. Don't worry."

"I'll get going then. You should rest too." With saying that I believe my mother left the room.

Harold came to open the duvet, only to see me faking my sleep.

"I believe you are embrassed to look at me because I can clearly see you blushing. I'll see you tomorrow baby." He left after kissing me on my forehead.

I was flustterd. Thinking about our kiss. When Harold's wolf was in control, I noticed his eye color change from ombre orange to blue. Damn, now that I think of it, his both eye colors, before and after were breathtaking. I wonder how would my wolf be. How her furs would be and top of that our eye colors. Just thinking about it made me sad and tears dropped from my eyes.

I never once thought that I would be cursed. Even though they said the reason behind but I was not satisfied with the answer. My mom was honest but my dad, something's haunting him. I need to find out the reason. I hope to not find something that would scatter everything apart.

I am close to my dad than my mom. He used to call me every now and then, sneaking from mom. He used to share stories about their business trips, little did I know they came back from war. I appreciate them for keeping me safe but then some things just take over you, like what if I only mean what if they became seriously injured or died in a fight, what would have happened to me? I would have been an orphan and on top of that I wouldn't get to know my parents.

Just thinking about such things made my head spin, soon I drifted into sleep. A sleep that I was craving for ever since I was away from home.

Writer's note.

Pheyyyy. Finally Roseanne and Harold's moment. I wanted to write them kiss on next chapter but well I wrote it here. So enjoyyyy.

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