The Alpha's Cursed Mate novel Chapter 2

An hour later, I had to stand up for the new soul warriors' welcoming. A ‘must’ occasion for every new soul warrior to commence their training. What I didn't like about the situation was that I would end up with Everett and that one is worse than Cooper. They are like two peas in a pod, one more frustrating than the other. As predicted, the meeting with him didn't end well.

"For the umpteenth time, I said no!!!" I roared, turning around abruptly to startle him into submission. He flinched, then blinked thrice before resuming. Nothing scares him that much because he never takes no for an answer. I could have used my alpha command on him, but my wolf would rather kill me than let me use that for such common matters. And I sort of loved them too much to do that.

"So, I can take your car then?" I facepalmed so hard I saw stars. The impact of the smack made me stagger back a few feet back with a groan, blinking to get rid of the dizziness. But, he still continued. "Can I get the keys?"

"Everett, I'm not letting you take my car!"

"Okay, can I take your motorbike?"

"None, Everett. The last three times I let you, my cars never returned the same. You always drive into a pole or trees! And last year, you drove my car off a bridge!"

"Well, sorry, sir, I'm not the one who forbade me from driving vehicles. If it bothers you that much, then buy me a car or revoke my ban. Ooh! Can I drive your Maserati!"

"And get you killed? No. Heck, Everett, you found a way to make driving a bicycle more terrifying than a death race!" I screamed. Everett and any moving inanimate transportation is his own death certificate. I don't know why he can't just not try to kill himself. "Ever, I love you, but I am not giving you my car, not again," I said irrevocably. He scoffed.

"It's not my fault roads and I have mutual hate. Those things are evil, they always try to kill me. I mean, we hate each other, I get it. Why set out to end me…" I sped off while he was distracted, which I probably shouldn't have because a few minutes into running, I ran into the queen of violence. I turned to run the other way before she noticed me, but a rock collided with my head, sending my face flat on the ground.

This is what happens when you make a lunatic your older sister.

I moaned in pain, the rock rolling off my head. "And where do you think you are running to, you imp? Walk with me." She strolled past me, her hands on her waist to support her weight. For a pregnant woman, she had the strength of a thousand elephants.

I stood up hurriedly, rubbing the back of my head and following her. I would have helped by carrying her, but the last time I tried to assist her, she smashed my head with a hammer.