Fated to the Cursed Alphas

Mackenzie's Point of View

Since we emerged from my room, I have had the clear sense that Finley has had his stare fixated upon the part of my posterior that is exposed by my clothing. There was nothing about what I was wearing that could be construed as a seductive look. The articles of clothing I pulled out of the gym bag were the ones that didn't look particularly inviting to begin with.

I wore a single pair of jeans in the bag, which were extremely tight everywhere other than around my waist. I paired them with a pair of white sneakers, a black blouse, and the only pair of pants in the bag.

I was required to turn my head every so often to look at him so that he could indicate to me which direction I should go because he was moving slowly behind me rather than walking in front of me to show me the way. This was because he was following me rather than walking in front of me to show me the way.

I grumbled and inquired, "Where exactly are we going," as I became aware that we had just gone through the same hallway for the fourth time in a row.

After he eventually admitted it, he said, "Nowhere, I just like seeing you walk, and I think you kind of smell lovely, too." After hearing him say that, I instantly stopped walking after he said that.

When he saw the look on my face, he burst out laughing once again, and I vowed to myself that it seemed as though he was the most mad of all of them, despite the fact that they were all rather insane.

"Sorry. I just can't help myself. You are simply too adorable for me not to watch. I want to carry it out at this very location and instant."

Throughout the entirety of it, he continued making statements that left me more confused than I could have been, and once he saw the look on my face, he'd laugh. This went on for the entire time.

And it wasn't just any laugh; it was the sort of laugh that stated he was truly amused by my reaction and that he found me hilarious. And it wasn't just any laugh; it was the kind of laugh that said it all. It wasn't just any laugh; rather, it was the kind of chuckle that conveyed everything in a single moment.

After he had finished laughing at my expense, he moved one step closer to me and then leaned to the side of my head as if he was going to kiss my cheek, and boy, was I taken aback by the gesture. He moved one step closer to me and then leaned to the side of my head as if he was going to kiss my cheek.

"I'm kidding. I was just killing time. A word to the wise: make an effort to calm down and take it easy." He whispered the words to me while brushing his lips against my ear in a way that caused me to pause for a moment and catch my breath.

Despite the fact that there was no actual touch between us, I was nevertheless able to detect the sexual overtones that were present.

After that, he corrected his posture and began walking in a clockwise direction around the space. He looked in my direction. "I'll lead you..."

Holy shit, I had no idea these particular people were as peculiar as they are.

Before grinning at me, Finley led me to the location where I was scheduled to meet Luna Martha and sat casually on one of the modernized black couches that resembled Marthan furniture. He felt around in the area that was adjacent to him.

I was given the command to "Come sit here..." by him.

I heaved a sigh. I dithered for a fraction of a second. Then, I obliged. I did not speak at any point and maintained a respectful distance between you and me. Because of my anxiety, my knees were shaking. I simply held them down and worked on relaxing my stiff breathing in order to gain control of the situation.

He said, "I told you, relax..." several times.

After what seemed like only a moment, he abruptly rose up and extended his hand to me. "Come. We'll go now." He led me to the location where I had been instructed to meet Luna Martha.

He is everyone's jokester in the group.

Kingston abruptly interfered while I was assessing my options regarding whether or not to take the bait he was offering or whether or not to remain standing where I was. I was deciding whether or not to take the bait he was offering or whether or not to continue standing where I was.

He really did have the mind of a child. He did not have the careless attitude of a werewolf at all. He was Declan's complete antithesis in terms of both his behavior and the way he conducted himself. He had no resemblance whatsoever to Declan.

He encouraged Chadwick to take a seat by patting the couch with a greater amount of power than before. "Sit, Chadwick." "Come on, Chadwick." It was the second time that he had brought up my last name when he did so for the second time.

Was he making a joke about my surname, or did he actually find it attractive?

I was very impressed because there was not a single instance in which he spelled or otherwise mispronounced my surname.

It used to be that the vast majority of people, if not all of them, pronounced it as either "Rowtes-shi-ken" or "Rue-tez-check-in," but finally I grew weary of having to correct them, and I informed them that they could pronounce it anyway they liked.

Finley, on the other hand, had no issue with the pronunciation of my surname, which is pronounced "Royt-shkin." At the very least, I'm going to give him credit for it.

Just as I was going to take a seat next to him, Luna Martha, Declan, and another guy strolled into the room. I was startled because I was about to sit down.

Declan's eyes briefly met mine, and nearly as soon as they did, a mischievous grin began to appear on his face. Declan's eyes briefly connected with mine, and almost as soon as they did, Declan smiled. It wasn't the kind of smirk that says "I'm delighted to see you," but it definitely communicated something else entirely.

Something even more foreboding than that is going to happen.

When his mother sat down on the couch that was directly across from the one that Finley was sitting on, he immediately stood behind her and followed in her footsteps. Finley and I were both unsuccessful in our attempts to get a reaction from him.

We found ourselves smack dab in the middle of a big formal living room. However, rather than having walls, this room was covered with enormous windows that looked out onto the gorgeous rolling hills and lake.

When I turned my head to look at the other guy, I was immediately on edge because of the way he was looking down at me. When I turned my head back, I was immediately on edge. I got the impression that they were annoyed and disdainful.

The moment he came into closer proximity to me, a raised, red lump emerged on the bridge of his nose. It appeared as though he was about to commit murder right there and then and kill me because the anger that he felt against me was so clear in the way that he looked at me.

My being there was certainly not appreciated by him in any way. In fact, he had no affection for me in the slightest, which is why I was more afraid than I had ever been.

At the very least, Declan and Finley tried to strike up a discussion with me. Who exactly is this person? It had never crossed my mind that he would do it. Should I therefore take this as a reason to throw a party in my honor?

"Also, mate," he said.

Kingston was mentioned almost absentmindedly. In addition to that, what she said gave me the impression that my eyes were going to fly out of their sockets.

"What in the name of all that is holy are you doing, Kingston? Put an end to the absurd declarations that you take pleasure in all of their odors and that they are our partners.

I had to correct her behavior.

Nevertheless, that is not the situation.

In response, she opened fire on him.

In light of the evidence at hand, that just cannot be correct. There is never more than one person who can claim to be a werewolf's real mate. They are not our friends; rather, they are the ones who will harass us until we have nothing left, at which time they will put an end to our life!

I reminded her of it because it was the truth, despite the fact that it may have seemed harsh to the wolf that lives inside of me.

My internal debate with the wolf that resides within me was suddenly sidetracked when I heard Declan's voice say, "Nathaniel." After that, Declan proceeded to walk over to where Finley was sitting and proceeded to sit down next to him.

Once, I saw that he was looking at me. Before he turned his back on me, he merely cast me a single hateful glance before walking away.

Luna Martha never stopped talking about what she believed I needed to be doing throughout the entire time, despite the fact that I was under no obligation to do anything with her sons.

Whenever Luna Martha fixed her icy gaze on me, I couldn't help but feel nauseous and consider ending my own life. This feeling was exacerbated by the fact that I had just eaten. "Mackenzie, this is the life you now have to live. You are one of my sons' possessions. Your top priority should be giving in to what it is that they want. You are here to provide my sons with any and all sexual delights they may have required from you. And there is no need for you to complain." After hearing that phrase, I couldn't help but feel that I was being exploited for some sort of sexual enjoyment.

It was more than anyone could take care of at that point.

I bowed my head in submission. My eyes were already starting to flood up with tears, and I couldn't stop them. Then, in an admission of defeat, I nodded.

Luna Martha beamed at her friend. "Good. I count on your cooperation and know that you won't ever do anything to hurt us. Aside from that, the fact that you are still living in this day and age is a gift bestowed upon you by us. Mackenzie, don't you think that's accurate?"

"Y-yes, moon..."

After some time had passed, I learned that Nathaniel was the youngest of the three sons in the family.

Because he was the only one of my sons who had not yet entered my personal space or presented himself to me, I made sure to keep a close eye on him at all times.

They gave off the impression of being extremely similar to one another while simultaneously being highly distinct from one another. If I had to choose one of them out of the group to be more precise, it would be him since he looked the most like Poseidon. If I had to choose one of them out of the group to be more specific, it would be him.

Although harmful, it does not have a fundamentally bad nature; rather, it is just cruel. At least, that's how I construed the impression he left me with after our conversation.

Nathaniel was not gorgeous in the sense that most people understood the term, but he was definitely intriguing to look at, and he exuded an aura that said, "Don't mess with me," which caused him to stand out in a crowd.

He was tanned more than his brothers were, but he wasn't as ripped as Declan was; rather, he had a trim and fit appearance, like that of a soccer player or football player, as they say here. He also had a darker complexion than his siblings.

He had the same red hair that she did, but it was cut in a style known as an undercut comb-over. This was the way that he had his hair groomed. I had the sudden realization that he did not want to have anything to do with me as soon as I looked into his golden brown eyes, which were so profound and expressive that I could not fathom them. His eyes conveyed a great deal of emotion.

Despite the fact that the three Ackerman boys gave the impression of being triplets, it was clear that they were not identical to one another in any number of ways. Finley was the one who appeared to be the man next door, Declan was the one who had an air of toughness about him, and Nathaniel had an air of athleticism about him.

But if there was one thing that was absolutely certain, it was that they now held, quite literally, the key to saving my life.