Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

Indrik’s Pov

“Is there a problem?” I snapped, not very happy with the knowledge that Luna had been staring at me without blinking.

She scoffed as she walked forward and dropped the tray she was still holding on the bed before me. “Here! I hope you like that.”

“Wait!” I called glumly, halting her in her steps. I opened a platter and the heavenly aura of pot roast filled my nostrils. I almost sighed in satisfaction but instead, I slammed down the cover on it as hard as I could, sending her a fierce scowl. I opened the others as I continued to scowl, much against my stomach’s volition. At the end, I raised my head toward her, “what is this?” I growled and it really wasn’t that hard to look angry. I had already been slightly irked by her announcement that she would not train me and then, Veronica had come along too. Seeing her, I had barely been able to hold myself from swinging my arm in her face. That was how annoyed and irritated she made me feel. All of that anger needed an outlet which Luna just happened to be.

She frowned as she walked closer, stretching her neck to catch a glimpse of what I was talking about. “You don’t like the food?” She questioned, barely managing to hold in her irritation but I couldn’t care less. She was the one who had decided that was all she was going to be so she was going to have to learn to live with that.

“I changed my mind. Since the doctor advised me to take fruits, I have decided to go along with that. But those would not do. I need fresh fruits so, I want you to go to the palace garden and get me some.”

A look of absolute hate burned in her eyes for a moment but I couldn’t care less.

“Run along then. I am starving.” I muttered, staring her down coldly.

She huffed angrily but left nonetheless, the door shutting with a loud report. I winced, feeling sorry for the door that had been rough handled twice in a row.

With her gone, I lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. It was a beautiful thing to look at with the emblem of the Pack displayed beautifully at the center, a white wolf standing at the edge of a cliff, his snout turned up in a howl while the full moon beamed brilliantly behind it. Around it were other intricate designs that always calmed me down. They didn’t disappoint even now as I stared in contentment, taking them in. I was watching them with a smile when I heard a knock at the door. I frowned, wondering who it was. It couldn’t be Luna because she knew better than to knock. The knock came again.

“Who is there?” I tried to call but all that came out was a squeak. I groaned in frustration. The door opened with a slight squeak as a familiar face peeked in. She looked around before finally fixing her eyes on me with a look that bothered between relief and surprise.

“You are awake!” She muttered like she couldn’t believe it as she helped herself into the room.

“Blaire!” I breathed, glad to see her in the light of day again. She wore a black gown that fit her perfectly. I could not see what she wore on her feet but I didn’t need to see to know it would be just as good. Small sweat drops shimmered on her forehead giving me the idea that she had run all the way here.

She scanned me, her eyes resting with displeasure on the sores that dotted my skin. “I didn’t know you were awake already. You were unconscious for two days. I’ve been so worried. How are you feeling now? Do these hurt? Do you need something?” Her words ran into each other with her barely stopping to breath.

I placed an arm on hers, hoping she could see the gratitude in my eyes. “I’m fine, Blaire and it is all thanks to you. Thank you for…” I was interrupted by a cough during which time Blaire slipped her hand from mine and got me some water. I downed it in a gulp and started to feel better.

“I am sorry I couldn’t come after the third day. I…” Her voice caught in her throat.

“Blaire! You don’t need to apologize. Without your help, I doubt I would be in so good a shape. I hope you know how grateful I am. I will make it up to you one day. I promise.” And I meant every single word of it.

She seemed to be caught between the desire to cry and the urge to crush me in a hug for a moment. She settled for the latter much to my relief. I really couldn’t afford to deal with crying ladies right now. We remained in the embrace for a while during which time I noted her vanilla scented perfume that was rolling off her in pleasant waves. In a way, she reminded me of Veronica in that they were both fans of makeup and accentuating beauty. The difference was that Blaire did it in a way that complemented her beauty. It seemed to scream, I know I am beautiful, take a look and be convinced. And, yeah, she is beautiful. Lush brown waist length hair, white eyes that are set under elegant brows in an equally impressive face, flawless milky white skin, need I say more? Veronica on the other hand was totally dependent on it. She seemed to apply makeup in a bid to conceal her identity and create a new one with powder and paints. That, was not something I fancied.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

We separated from the hug as she sat beside me, one leg crossed over the other, picked up a strand of her hair and started to twirl it around her fingers, a playful light that I could recognize entering her eyes. I tensed, knowing she was about to say something I would likely strangle her for. She didn’t disappoint.

“I saw your fiancee on my way here and she didn’t look very pleased.”