The Alpha’s Forbidden Love

LUCY

My senses gradually emerged from the haze of unconsciousness, greeted by the hushed tones of people. The environment was different from the cold walls of the dungeon where I had been left to rot, it was warm here and for some reason, I felt safe.

“Lost the baby. She’s been through a lot,” a man’s voice murmured, the words penetrating my fragile awareness.

The room echoed with a familiar voice now, it was Chris’ voice, a storm of emotions unleashed.

“How could this happen, mother? She’s my mate. Why didn’t you protect her?” Chris said, his words reverberated, carrying a weight of anguish.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was her. I was led to the inner chambers for protection when the news of an intruder got to the palace,” his mother explained.

Struggling to form any word, my voice emerged in fragile whispers, “Chris.”

The strange man rushed to me as I tried to sit up but I was too weak to do so. “Lie still, you need to rest,” he said.

“Hey, are you alright?” Chris said, holding my hands. I saw the pain in his eyes as he spoke.

“I’m sorry, Chris. I…. I didn’t know about the baby. Please, don’t be mad at me, I should have listened to your warnings and stayed away,” I pleaded, tears trickling down my cheeks.

Without a word, Chris’ fury surged like a thunderstorm, rattling the room.

“They dared to harm you, to take away something that was ours. I’ll make sure they don’t see another sunrise,” he declared and stormed off, leaving a poignant silence in his wake.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

I pleaded with him to stay back but it all turned to deaf ears. Chris was long gone. I knew nothing he did at this point would change anything and I didn’t want him to be lost in vengeance.

I wept for life lost and the fear of what Chris was planning to do to those who tortured me. Not like I cared about them, I feared that he might succumb to the shadows within.

Not long after Chris left the chambers, he returned panting and fuming in rage. The scent of iron hung heavy in the air as he walked in, his form marked by the crimson aftermath of his vengeance.

“What have you done?” I asked, my voice quivering.

Still reeling from the shock, I met his gaze as he knelt before me, enveloping me in a tight embrace.

“I did it for us,” Chris murmured, his voice a mix of weariness and triumph, the weight of his actions etched in his eyes.

I was so short of words as I clung to his embrace. “I’ll leave you two,” the healer said, “Get enough rest while you’re still here.”

Days passed and my strength had returned, though the wounds inflicted on my soul ran deeper than any physical injury. Chris too grieved over the loss of our unborn child, he remained by my side throughout my healing process. Yet, amidst the physical and emotional healing, a storm brewed in the council.

The council’s cruel stance crystallized, refusing to accept me as in their pack despite Chris’ conviction. They demanded my immediate expulsion from the pack but Chris refused, taking my side.

“She’s a rogue. We can’t have filth as a member of the pack, neither as our Luna,” one of the council members sneered, their disapproval echoed by others.

“You disappoint us, Chris, you are a disgrace to the throne and to your father. Inhabiting the rogue whose father killed yours,” another elder said with scorn.

Their words were sharp enough to cut through even the strongest resolve. I saw the torment written over Chris’ face though he tried to hide his worries from me.

“I won’t let them take you from me,” he vowed as he lay by my side one cool evening, his determination resonating with a flicker of defiance.

I and Chris were summoned by the council early one morning. The council chamber felt like a frosty battleground as we stood before the elders, disapproval etched over their faces. I pleaded to them to let me by Chris’s side but the weight of my father’s alleged crime hung around my neck like a noose.

“I’m not the enemy here, your pack will be attacked by rogues again if you don’t listen to me,” I said.

“We the hallowed manes can defend the walls of this pack. We don’t need your help,” one of the elders snapped.

“Your father was a rogue, a murderer. We can’t accept his kin as our Luna,” one elder declared, his voice cutting through like tension.

“My father didn’t ……”

“Not another word from you, rogue!!” another sneered.

Chris stepped forward to defend me, his presence a shield against the accusations. “It wasn’t her father who killed my father. It was Cade, my father’s brother. Uther Paker.”

As Chris unveiled Cade’s true identity, I scanned the faces of the council members and there it was, a flicker of recognition in some eyes. They looked like they knew more about this Uther than they were letting on but I remained silent, my suspicion growing.

“Uther is alive?” one elder muttered, the realization transforming the council chamber into a tangled web of secrets.

Chris began to explain Cade’s impending attack, his words desperate as he pleaded for understanding. Felt the tension increase the elders struggled with the newfound revelation. The air hung heavy with unspoken truth.

I observed the council elder’s reaction holding my tongue. Their unreadable expression hinted at a deeper connection with Cade. I sensed a secret alliance that could pose a threat to Chris and the entire pack.

Chris Pleas didn’t do anything to change the heart of these suspicious elders which left me with a lingering unease. They exchanged glances, their decision shaping our fate. As we awaited our verdict, I couldn’t shake the feeling that secrets danced in the corner of their faces.

I felt the storm gathering, realizing the storm inside mirrored the one brewing beyond the chamber walls. The council had given Chris an ultimatum which became a heavyweight, a threat that loomed over our love.

I knew what I had to do but it broke my heart. “Chris, for your pack, for our love. I’ll leave. It’s the only way to save your image,” I thought, my heart breaking with each word.