Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

Blaire’s Pov

“I hate her. I really do loath her. I wish she would be attacked by some stray wolves and ripped into a thousand pieces.” These and many more were the thoughts that crossed my mind as I straightened my hair before the mirror in my room. Jamil had shown her to her room. Everyone seemed to be out to get on my nerves. Of all the rooms that they could have given to her, they had to place her in the room that was directly opposite mine. For her own good, I hoped that we would not stumble into each other because then, not even I could stop myself from gouging out her eyes. I gritted my teeth as the brush got caught in my hair. Wincing, I straightened it and continued to brush it.

Flashes of Indrik being whipped, the mangled flesh and streaming pool of blood, his painful grunts. I could not get any of it out of my head and the more I thought about it, the more my heart broke and the more my fury grew against the person who had caused it.

My reflection stared back at me from the top to floor mirror looking battered, angry and filthy. My dress looked like it had been soaked in a boiling heap of mud, rinsed and then dried before being handed over to me. That apart, it had been ripped so badly that it could not be salvaged, a fact that I had to grudgingly accept because with its design that incorporated all the colors of the rainbow which ran from tip to helm in a delightful mix of shades and the handcrafted little petals that adorned the chest, it was one of my favorites. Add that to the list of the things that made me so angry at her. I wondered what I would tell the person who had given it to me as a gift.

I looked down at the small table which was placed just beside the mirror and was covered from tip to tip with lipsticks of different colors, powders, perfumes among others and with a swift movement of my hands threw them off, their loud clatter accompanied by my own frustrated cry.

My outrage was interrupted by a light knock on the door. “Go away!” I yelled, not in the mood to talk to anyone.

My eyes went back to the mirror and tears filled my eyes as my reflection seemed to be accusing me of being a coward who had allowed my defenseless friend to be treated like a piece of shit. I finally gave up on adjusting my appearance and barged out of the room. The room seemed to be growing smaller and I could not bear remaining in there for even a second more. I had been so engrossed with my thoughts that I didn’t realize someone was standing at the door until I rammed into them.

“Whoa! Whoa! Easy there!” Jamil grunted as he caught me in his arms, saving the two of us from what could have been a very painful fall. I immediately pulled away from him flashing the most rotten look I could manage at him.

“What are you doing here? Don’t tell me you are already done playing host to your oh so great guest.” I snapped as I picked my way down the relatively long corridor. This building was one of the three buildings that formed the half crescent in the palace. It stands to the right side of the main palace and is something like home to all the royal children which includes Indrik and his brother, Leon and then there is us, Jamil, Ulo and myself. Jamil is the son of Zeta Ridrick, the most powerful warrior in the pack. Jamil follows in his footsteps, having proven himself to be one of the strongest wolves. Second is Ulo, the quiet and reserved son of Beta Green. Do not be fooled by his reticence though because behind those, lie overwhelming power. Trust me, I have seen it.

Then, there is myself, the daughter of Gamma Willows. I wish I could tell you about how powerful I am but the truth is, I’m not. I prefer to focus my energy on becoming the most beautiful in the pack, a title that I am risking right now with my ghastly appearance.

Jamil whistled as he raced after me, “did you get hit by a wild boar or something?”

“It is none of your concern, Jamil. Now, you had better stay out of my way before you are hit by one.” I warned as I picked up my pace.

“Now, now, I would normally leave you to your devices especially because you look like a nightmare, until you have blown off steam but something tells me you do not know about the long rip behind you.” I paused, my eyes widening in terror as I wheeled toward him, “But I guess it doesn’t matter.” He shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips.

I tried to speak but the words caught in my throat as I turned red as a tomato, my cheeks burning. “Damn you, Jamil!” I finally choked as I ran back to my room, trying my best to cover the supposed gash that I could not see, his amused laughter trailing me all the way.

I dashed into my room about as fast as I had left it and without even pausing, headed into the bathroom where I slipped off my clothes and on second thought, switched on the shower. Coming out, I groaned in frustration when I saw all my beauty materials on the ground. Running toward them with nothing on except a towel and a sinking feeling, I was relieved to find some that had not shattered into a million pieces the moment they touched the ground.

By the time I was finally done, I realized that my head was much clearer and I dare say lighter. I was still furious at Luna and still hurt about Indrik but I could think about solutions now rather than problems. I smiled faintly as I applied the third coating of lipstick and smacked my lips, a plan forming in my head.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m coming for you Indrik, just hold on, will you?”