C4 Don't touch me, I'm cursed

Vanessa’s pov,

“Summon your sorcerers if you don’t believe me,” I said with confidence. I knew the pack had one because I saw the small building outside with moons and stars painted on it. I could see the term Moon-Souled-eyes struck some nerve and Don Lorenzo was looking at his betas in confusion. They also both looked unsure so finally, Don Lorenzo barked to Tomasso, “Get Elswith.”

Not soon after, Tomasso hurried back in with an older woman. She had long grey hair and wise blue eyes. She was wearing traditional robes with the colors white and dark blue. She bowed to Don Lorenzo and asked, “What can I do for you, Don?”

The Alpha pointed at me and said, “She claims I shouldn’t touch her because she is a Moon-Souled wolf. Is this true?”

Elswith walked close to me and looked deeply into my eyes. In that short moment, I felt like she looked into my soul and saw everything. I knew she could see my wolf Spirit and everything that was inside me. Her eyes didn’t contain any fear, she looked at me with kindness which was unusual for me.

“It is true Don. She is one of the rare Moon-Souled wolves that survived. I would not risk getting cursed by touching her without her permission. The prophecy stated that a Moon-Souled Wolf would bring Ragnarök upon all werewolves.”

Elswith then gave me a small nod only I could see and left the room. Don Lorenzo stepped further away from me and looked at his hands like they now had poison on them. His face became angry again when he said, “It is a pity to let such beauty go untouched, but I no longer have a use for her. Allesandro kill her.”

“No, no, no, I could be useful in other ways Alpha, “I blurted out. The Alpha looked at me interested, “First of all you should address me with Don to show the proper Italian respect. Secondly, I don’t see how you could be useful if you can’t give me pups.”

I stood a bit straighter and tried to look as confident as possible when I answered, “My Apologies Don. It will not happen again. However, think of the benefits of having a wolf that spreads fear in your pack. The fear of being cursed by doing something wrong to a Moon-Souled wolf could work to your advantage. Wolves always try to avoid me because they are scared. So that could work well with for example smuggling.”

Don Lorenzo stayed silent for a while and thought about what I said, “I must say I am impressed by how you can talk yourself out of situations. So, yes, I will give you a chance to prove that you can be useful to me. I will put you with the omegas of the pack.”

I sighed with relief, “Thank you, Don. I will not disappoint you.”

The Alpha’s interest had already passed, and he walked to Tomasso, “Get me one of the breeding She-Wolves. I do not care anymore which one I need to take out my frustration. After that, you can bring our cursed wolf to the other omega’s”

Tomasso nodded and walked away to return 5 minutes later with the She-Wolf I stood next to inline back at my home. I locked eyes with her when she walked past me and howled inside when I saw the fear in her eyes. Tomasso led her to the couch and all Don Lorenzo said was, “Bend forward.”

Tomasso walked back to me and took my arm to lead me out of the room. While I walked away, I heard clothes getting ripped and after that muffled screams. It made me feel like shit that I couldn’t help her but also, I felt relief because it could have been me. Tomasso walked me to a big sleeping room with 10 beds. He showed me the shared bathroom and kitchen and then led me to a bed in the corner. “This will be your bed. The other omegas will come back from working soon and you can get to know them. Every morning you wake up at 5 and work till 5 in the afternoon. You have the chance to let your wolf out before or after work. There will be special tasks occasionally, that you will be selected for and besides that, we have a moon ceremony once a month.”

He scratched his head, “That is all I can think of for now, but I will find you tomorrow to see how you are doing and to tell you more about the pack and how everything works.”

I gave him a shy smile, “Thank you, Tomasso.”

Tomasso smiled back and he didn’t look that dangerous anymore. He was tall, muscular, and tanned but his ember eyes and curls made him look kind at the same time. Maybe not all men with authority had to be assholes I wondered. He walked to the door and turned around one last time, “Before I forget, what is your name?”

“It’s Vanessa.”

He looked serious when he responded, “May not seem like it right now but I am sure you will find your place here Vanessa.”

He walked away and I sat down on the bed enjoying a moment alone. Thinking about the crazy day I had and wondering what the future had in store for me and Spirit.