C35 The Alpha Who Cursed His Mate

Sitting up, I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is a ragged mess from tossing and turning, and I can see slight bags under my eyes. My back feels okay, just a little tender, but nothing that can stop me from going to school. I shower and dress in jeans and a tight-fitting black shirt showing my muscular physique with my favourite pair of black sneakers. As I comb my hair back