Cursed

Anabelle's POV 

It was like I was in a movie. While some Betas, Gammas and Omegas found the drama romantic, others didn't. They silently protested that I'd be ridiculed. Logan hurried down the stairs and came before me. The deadly stare he set on the two Betas made them go away. He took my hands and said to me, "Were you thinking I didn't love you?" my mouth didn't respond but my eyes did. Tears ran down my cheeks slowly and steadily. 

Logan hurriedly wiped them away and asked again,"Were you thinking I'd leave you?", "Were you thinking all we shared meant nothing?" he said as more tears trailed my face. "I would never want to see you hurt", "Never!" he paused and held my face in his palms and said, "I WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU ANA."

It was by far the most romantic gesture anyone has ever done for me. Logan unexpectedly went on one knee and opened his palms which held a tiffany box. I couldn't believe it. "Would my be my queen…... .the queen of my heart", "Would you be my ride or die", "Be my mate Ana... Let me love you right", "let me treat you right," "let me be yours and…...you mine". I was dead sure Lucas must have boiled like hot porridge with rage. Seeing and hearing his twin brother, proposing to be all he couldn't. Proposing to be all he never was. 

He took out the ring and grasped it on his finger tips. "Yes Logan", "My answer's yes", "I would be your mate!" I responded and he slipped the ring into my finger. We didn't only hug before everyone. We kissed so passionately that many kept cheering. 

The reporters Lucas brought to document the entire scene. That is, as I would be escorted to the omegas quarters so the whole pack members, far and near would witness the gross humiliation. Same reporters turned around and filmed Logan and me reuniting. And I knew definitely my engagement was going to make headlines. 

A good number of Pack members transformed into their wolves howling in celebration of the new union. The forthcoming marriage of the twin Prince. Lucas package of shame turned out to be a gift. A gift of a new beginning. 

He couldn't stand it all, obviously. He angrily dashed back into his lonely mission, where he'd break tables, smash vases and faces. It was his usual behaviour. As for me and Logan, we were free. No more cat and mouse games. No more hiding to see each other. Just a little while longer, we were going to official. 

Despite saying I was fine, Logan insisted and took me to a breakfast cafe. In his words, "I know you must have cried your eyes out last night..... I am sorry for making you feel hurt" he apologized holding my hand. "And.... I know you must have had nothing to eat this morning. So eat up." 

He ordered so many dishes, so many that I couldn't finish on my own. 

Logan never treated me in the bare minimum. He was always intentional about me every single time. He'd always go out his way to make me happy, to see that I'm satisfied. I was thirty one but the warm arms of love deducted thirteen years from it. I felt like a seventeen year old in love. We however ended up wrapping up the meals I didn't touch. And placed orders for more. From door to door, we handed out meal packs. 

Many who at that moment were watching us on TV were surprised and glad to see their favorite Prince and Ex Luna. They happily received the meals and sent us away with warm hugs. I loved every second of those moments. Something Lucas could never relate to. After deciding to charge the Pack members with huge taxes. He became a rat in their pockets. The ones who couldn't pay however must choose between slaving in Lucas's plantation or surrendering their priceless properties for confiscation. 

We had gone round the neighborhood and there was just one meal pack remaining. Jeremy and two of Logan's personal Betas who accompanied us had theirs. Despite Logan's persuasion we take it back to the palace so he'd have it for dinner. I knew the likelihood of that happening was slim. Because he never likes spaghetti but if shrimps were in it, he'd pick those out and have them. 

And I really wanted to give it out. But since no one else was to be seen around, I got into the car ready to leave. Just before the Beta would kick start the car's ignition. From the black tinted window, I spotted someone down the alley of a lonely street. In excitement I said, "There..... One more person" I hurriedly got down from the car walking towards this figure which was dressed in ragged clothes. 

"Ana….. My love" Logan called out to me from a distance. I immediately stopped, turned back and went to him. "Where are you going?" he asked, staring at me in confusion. "Over there. That person", " I believe he/she would need the meal" I replied excitedly. "What person?" he asked, trying to see where I pointed at. "Just wait here, I'd be back" I said and walked briskly towards the alley. 

As I approached. I saw it was a woman. So old and weary. Dirty and scrawny. I took pity on her. And tried helping her to balance on her spaghetti legs. But she flung my hands away and kept hiding her face. "Ma'am….. Am Lady Anabelle, I mean no harm" I said to her, seeing how hostile she was. Perhaps as I introduced myself she would be friendlier. 

"Here, a meal pack for your dinner" I said, stretching my hands forward to her. And just then weird things began. It was like I said something wrong. She paused and tilted her head to the side but her thick veil still covered her face like a reaper. "I do know who you are!" she said with such a powerful voice. Weird for a frail woman. "Yes... I believe you do…., I'm in a bit of a rush, so here ma'am" I responded, stretching out my hand for the second time with the meal pack. 

"You girl.... believe your story of bliss has begun!" she said, sounding like a hypocrite. I stood wondering what she must be talking about. "But your life", "Is full of doom", "Chaos and regrets" she added. And for every time she spoke it was as though her voice echoed. "Ma'am my life's fine…...just take the meal" I insisted, reaching out for her hand somewhere buried in the thick raggedy clothes. 

This time around it wasn't just my hand she flung away but the meal as well. Then she said furiously, "Who are you to give me a meal?", "How dare you disrespect me in such a manner girl..."her voice thundered aloud. I didn't know my actions were insulting. I began to beg for pardon. And made my move to leave when she said loudly, "For this...for spitting on my face….. For considering me a weary beggar", "I curse you!" I was thrown aback. Bewildered, stunned, shocked. 

"I curse you Anabelle Scott that you shall stay lonely as I am", "Lonely!", "Your children shall dishonor you and honor another". I heaved in shock. "For reminding me of my poverty.... Your pocket would be like a basket of sand!", "You'd suffer for a fate…... .you should have walked past on," she concluded angrily. And all the while, I stood speechless, scared and shocked. But I didn't stop pleading with her to take back her words. Out of the blue she took out a wooden walking stick underneath her raggedy clothes and stumped it hard on the ground three times. After which came a loud thunder. 

I jerked in shock and fell on my knees begging. It was like she stamped a signature on all she said. I heard footprints, brisk walking from behind me. To state the obvious, it was Logan, Jeremy and the two Betas. But before they drew near, the old woman ran off into another street in the alley. The two Betas went in her pursuit as I sat on the ground reminiscing her words. Logan shook me severally, even violently but I was still in shock. 

When the Betas returned, they delivered the news that she somewhat vanished into thin air. Not even a trace nor shadow of an old woman could be seen. I was so heartbroken. What I might for good turned out to be evil for me. I don't know how, but Logan peeled me off from the ground and led me to the car.

 Her words kept replaying in my head like endless music. Logan was so worried and scared by the way I acted. But how could I tell him that an unknown weary old woman laid curses on our forthcoming union and offsprings. I could be labelled a curse mate! So I didn't say a word to him nor any of them present. "My Lady, don't worry about that lunatic", "Rouge wolves", "They are always bitter, lurking around with hatred in their hearts" Jeremy stated. Emphasising I do not take the disregard to heart. 

But my heart was troubled, not because I was clearly disregarded but because the sudden event was highly inauspicious for a bride to be. Especially when the wedding was three days away.