Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

Luna’s Pov

“What is she doing here?” Blaire scowled as soon as we arrived before them, her eyes glowing with anger as she did not even bother with trying to hide her displeasure.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Come on, B! Be nice, will you?” Jamil chastised softly but that word was obviously alien to her as her expression grew even darker. She turned her gaze to me as her eyes seemed to bore a hole right through me.

“I warned you to stay away from me, didn’t I?” Her voice was haughty in a way that reminded me of “The Haven.” I inhaled sharply as I forced myself to take my eyes off her and focus on the ground before me. That drew my attention to the area as I found out it was a garden or something of the sort at least in the middle of which we were standing right now. Taking a peek at the door from which I had just come, I saw two patches of beautiful blooming plants that served as the pathway. These went round in a wide circle in the midst of which sat the tree and the benches. On further inspection, I saw that there were four rows of flowers which stood in the midst of the wider circle placed in a way that made them unobstrusive. Two came before the tree and two after it, each of a different kind. One row consisted entirely of red flowers, another of white, a third bloom of pink and a fourth that was strange in relation to the others and at the same time breathtakingly beautiful. Unlike the others that had no less than a couple of stalks per row, this one was a single plant that had four different flowers growing from it. A red, white and pink grew from the body while the fourth, a blue one sat atop it like a crown. I was so taken by the beauty of this plant that I didn’t realize Blaire had been speaking to me.

“You deaf or something?” Her irked voice broke into my thoughts as I turned to meet her eyes wondering what she was talking about. “You know what? I take that back. You are dumb, not deaf.” She snapped.

“Come on, Blaire, give her a break.” Jamil muttered helplessly, his voice evidencing that he had been through this before and was not ready to bear the strain again. “Come on, Luna, we should go for the tour before the sun gets too hot. We will meet you at breakfast.” Jamil called over his shoulder as he pulled me along. Blaire mumbled something I could not hear but I had a pretty good idea about a dozen things she could have said. None of them sounded tempting.

“Don’t mind Blaire. She is only worried about Indrik.” He said, breaking the silence that had settles between us.

“Make the girl that whipped him and sent him to the dungeon pay. Makes sense.” I snapped and at the next moment clamped down on my tongue.

Jamil chuckled. “She just needs someone to blame, that’s all. See, the thing is, Blaire has been close to Indrik from day one. Well, she has been to all three of us of course but with Indrik, I feel she has a subconscious need to protect him because unlike the rest of us, he cannot defend himself because, well…” He shrugged. “My point is she is angry at you because she feels Indrik is suffering because of you. You don’t have to take it to mind though. I am sure that once Indrik is back out, she would start to warm up to you. Maybe then, you will get to meet the real Blaire. That Blaire would blow you off your feet without a doubt.”

“I think this Blaire would blow me to smithereens just as quickly.” I mumbled. I couldn’t help feeling slightly angry at his words. So, she was the one who had the right to be angry? How about me who had been bought like a commodity and brought all the way here? I didn’t have the right to be angry because, what? I am a slave?

Jamil chuckled. “Come along then! We have a lot to see.”

“This!” He pointed to a white tall building that I recognized from the day before, “is the palace of the Druid Peak Pack which, I should add, is not only used to pronounce judgements.” He winked and despite myself, I couldn’t help a small smile. I looked up and noticed, sitting above the huge brown door an insignia of a golden wolf standing at the edge of a cliff. Behind it was a full moon which seemed to be looking down on it with approval. Staring at this image brought back memories. Memories that got me staring at the palace for what must have been longer than normal because Jamil had to tap me on the shoulder. “Are you okay?” He questioned, his eyes twinkling with concern. I nodded as I tried to regain my balance.

He continued when he saw that he had my attention. “To the right side of the palace is what used to be…” He paused, his eyes clouding over as he seemed to be debating within himself. He finally got a grip of himself and continued, “it now serves as living quarters for the two sons of the Alpha as well as Blaire, Ulo and myself. Long story. Leon and Indrik have stopped using their rooms. Another long story. We should continue.” He beckoned as he turned and started to walk away. I could see that there was a lot he wasn’t telling me but what did I care? I would be out of here about as quickly as he could show me the exit. For some reason though, I could not swallow my curiosity.

“What about that one?” I pointed to the small cottage building that was the smallest of the trio. He turned and I just knew from the look in his eyes that I wouldn’t be getting any answers.

His voice sounded tiny when he spoke. “We should get going. We wouldn’t want to spend all day on the tour.”