THE CURSED LUNA

"Why are you doing all these for me?" I asked with a less hoarse voice. The soup and water had helped open up my throat, and freed my vocal cords from the rustiness which ahd been its previous state.

"Do I have to even spell it out?" He asked looking at me intensely. His gaze unwavering, and hurt.

There was something in his eyes that said I was supposed to know the answer to my own question. I turned my gaze away from his burning stare, it bored into me as though trying to pierce my very soul.

"I...but I am just an unworthy Omega" I stated plainly, looking at my palms.

"You are not an unworthy Omega, you are My Omega! And you don't have to ever forget that. Do you understand me?" He said in a tone that made me worried I had made him angry.

"I am sorry I upset you" I said lowering my eyes.

He placed his hand under my chin and scolded me.

"No! Don't ever be sorry about anything. Not if it is not worthy of an apology. Aren't you tired of being sorry, Amira?" He asked with such intensity that showed he was furious at my demeanor, at the fact that I was weak.

"You are not a weakling. You are Mine, mine Amira, and that alone should make you strong" what did he even mean by I was his? I had never belonged to anyone or anywhere, but here he was laying claims to my very existence.

"How am I yours, Master? I am just a slave, and I have nothing to offer anyone. I am cursed, never to belong, and never to be loved. I was rejected by two mates already. I am cursed, for the world to trample on" I replied fiercely, yet with a sadness that could not be explained.

His silence told me I was right, and even he could not argue with that fact.