Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

Blaire’s Pov

I sat in Indrik’s room, my hands tucked under my cheeks on his bed as I stared at him mesmerized by his sleeping figure. Sunlight streamed into the room, making him look even more amazing.

I sighed dreamily as I watched his chest heave slowly accompanied by his soft snoring. He had been asleep for three days and his complexion was still pale from what he had gone through at the hands of his maid yet, he still managed a heart stopping beautiful look. His long black hair framed his face perfectly like he had been tending to it all these days, (which I might have been responsible for), his eyes were closed but they looked just as pretty as they were when open, his nose, a work of art that was honed to a point so sharp, it could cut you if you were not careful enough, his full pink lips that always seemed to be calling for a taste, his cheeks that were neither too plump, nor too thin, his perfect ears, his square jaw that always pulsed with power, even now, with ridiculous stumps of hair starting to sprout.

Despite his lean stature, Indrik had always managed to portray a powerful presence with his height and impressive features but now, even asleep and snoring with a slight drool on his chin, I could sense something different about him. Something, powerful. Even as I stared at him, never wanting to let him out of my sight, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to be out of my grasp soon enough. The image of the red stones raining from the sky drifted into my mind. I had no idea why the thought visited because I definitely did not want to think about it but somewhere in the back of my mind, a small voice whispered that it had something to do with Indrik after all, he had become a full wolf on that night. I shook my head, dispelling the thought as quickly as it had come. What was I thinking? Indrik had finally gotten his life long dream after sacrificing a lot. Of course, he deserved it.

Rather than focus on depressing thoughts, I decided to concentrate on what was before me instead. A faint scent of cinnamon hung in the air from his morning bath drawing me to lean in even closer as I tried my best to take in as much as I could before he awakened. Speaking of awakening, the doctor had said that he had no idea how long Indrik would remain unconscious given that the poison had really eaten deep before he had been treated. The speed of his discovery depended on how quickly he bonded with his wolf. But he was going to live. He knew that much which was all I needed to know. The person that I cared the most about was not going to die. That was enough to send me over the moon.

Speaking of the moon, I remembered my prayer to the goddess and wondered if that had to do with the recovery. Perhaps, she was the one who had touched the doctor’s heart? I didn’t know. This was one of my many problems with the beings. Circumstances surrounding their works were always so, complicated. I decided not to dwell on it anymore but not before I recalled my promise to do anything to save him. Did that still hold?

I was still lost in my thoughts when a gentle knock came on the door. The door opened slightly and Ulo’s head popped into the room. I turned tomato red as I hurriedly pulled away from my implicating position on the bed but even if he had not seen that, my discomfort as I tried to figure out what to do with my arms, whether to place them in my laps, on the bed, or just throw them out the window definitely gave me away. Thankfully though, he didn’t say a word about that as he stalked over to Indrik and looked him over.

“How is he doing?” He asked quietly.

“Better!” I squeaked, then inhaled deeply. “His color is slowly starting to return to him but he still hasn’t opened his eyes.”

Ulo nodded, keeping his eyes on him, his expression unreadable. “Myself and Jamil have informed the elders about what happened the other night.” He started, not looking at me.

I nodded. We should have informed the elders about the red stone incident immediately after it happened but a lot of things had transpired, like the prisoners escaping, giving the warriors including Ulo and Jamil a great deal of trouble in getting them back under control. Then there was also the warning from the other pack. My anger brewed even as I thought of it. Anyways, all of that had kept us till now. I had told them to go on without me for obvious reasons.

“They confirmed our suspicions about it being an omen although they would not divulge any further details. They warned us to not let the news get out.”

I nodded again. I wasn’t about to start telling the entire pack about a strange thing which for whatever reason had only happened where we were standing. Besides, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it had something to do with Indrik. I wanted to ask about Jamil but held my tongue. He had been keeping his distance ever since the incident, probably due to shame at supporting the killer. Even now, the thought of that woman was enough to make me grit my teeth in anger.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“I should get going.” Ulo shuffled uncomfortably.

“Alright.” I acknowledged, eager to return to my keeping company with the sleeping man.

Once he was gone, I turned my attention to Indrik, my brows furrowing in concern. I still could not shake the feeling that these all had something to do with him.

None of these mattered when he groaned. My heart soared as his eyes fluttered open.