Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

Blaire’s Pov

I wanted to scream, and cry, and curse. And maybe throw some punches as I watched Indrik, spasming and muttering gibberish, head shaking from one side to the other, green blood now pouring more and more from his mouth and his nose? My heart stopped for a moment as even in the pale light of the moon, I could see his color draining away as his life slipped out of his grasp. The world spun cruelly as I looked from the doctor to Beta Green, to my mum, to the Zeta, to some other faces that my eyes were too blurry to let me notice. I could see the sad look on all their faces but I could not shake the thought that it was all hypocritical after all, if they really did care, they would not hesitate to help him. If only I could help, I would have gladly did but I had stupidly spent all my life before mirrors and brushes and now, I couldn’t even save a drunken deer without being crushed into mashed up pieces.

My eyes stung as the air stung with what felt like death. I couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone here was just waiting for the final breath and the thought drove me over the edge making me want to scream, cry and fight all at the same time.

“I cannot help him!” The Beta repeated, his words rolling over me, colder than the night breeze that was now blowing even more strongly. “I have to go!” He continued as he pulled away and started to hurry toward the palace. I noticed my mum hurry after him with barely seeing eyes as I stumbled toward the bed and cradled Indrik’s cheeks which felt extremely cold to the touch.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Indrik!” I choked, my voice coming out jagged and raspy. My innards felt like they were turning to mush. Like I had taken a swig of that poison as well and it was slowly eating away at everything within me. I felt like I was going to cough up blood. It wasn’t until I see water rolling down his face that I noticed that I was crying. There were so many things I wanted to say, like he should not give up. He should fight the poison like he had been fighting everything else in his life. That if he woke up, I was going to make sure that the one who had put him in this condition paid dearly. That I loved him. That it crushed me to see him like this. That it would shatter me completely if anything were to happen to him.

Instead, all that came out was, “please,” as I felt myself being patted on the back. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I could hear someone, no, several people speaking, trying to get me to stand up but nothing else mattered right now. I reached for Indrik’s cold arm and squeezed it comfortingly as I brought it to my lips and kissed it. I struggled as I felt myself being pulled to my feet and away from there.

I watched as the doctor bent over him and continued to attend to him. Once they thought I was as far enough away to not cause a problem, the guards released my arms and returned to Indrik’s side to avoid anyone getting in the way. With their support gone, my legs suddenly felt too weak to hold up my weight as they collapsed under me, sending me crashing painfully to my knees.

An especially cold blast of wind hit me in the face, successfully breaking me out of my trance. My head felt heavy on my neck as I raised them up to the moon. Through my puffy eyes, I couldn’t help but admire the fact that it was sitting up there, round and glowing in all its glory, staring down at our silly affairs. I had a feeling that the goddess was sitting somewhere up there, watching all that we were doing.

I had never been much of a believer. As a matter of fact, the only thing I knew about these things was that we served a goddess who watched over everything we did. But the concept of someone far away seeing everything we did all at once was too ridiculous and confusing for me to pay too much attention to it. But now, as I looked up at the moon with the groans of the person who mattered the most to me in the whole world etched in my brain, I shut my eyes and bared all my thoughts and desires.

“Greetings goddess,” I paused, wondering if I was doing it the right way. The last thing I wanted was to anger some powerful being into killing Indrik and everyone one else in my pack simply because a silly girl had abandoned her makeup and decided to start speaking with deities instead. I didn’t think I had much choice though. With this thought, I continued, with each word risking the moon dropping out of the sky and flattening me and everyone else into flat, ungodly smudges. “I know I have been a disappointment to you but I hope you would consider the fact that I am not doing this on my behalf. I am doing it for my friend who is the purest soul in the world and has never done anything to wrong anyone despite all that life has thrown at him. Please, goddess, save him, please. If you do it, I promise to do anything, everything, to make it up to you. You can even take my life in place of his. Please, all powerful being.”

I remained there, my heart sore and hurting, distant voices and cries being recognized without being registered in my mind, having no idea what I was supposed to expect after having prayed. A whisper? Thunder? A baying wolf? Anything that could prove that I hadn’t spoken to thin air?

Or? A very warm touch on my exposed shoulder! My eyes flew open as I spun.