Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

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My heart broke as I watched Blaire stomp out of the room. I couldn’t shake the thought that I was the most ungrateful beast I had ever met for treating her like that. I played out our conversation in my head and wondered if there was a way I could have done it better, a word I was supposed to not have said? An explantation I should have given? I definitely should have given her an explanation. I owed her that much but sadly, I couldn’t because there was no telling what she would do with the truth. I couldn’t afford to risk my master’s life. I shrugged, deciding that I would go talk to her once she had cooled down and was more ready to listen. I had to let her know that Luna had not hurt me. Well, technically, she did but it was for the greater good. I flexed my muscles, feeling the spot in the bottom of my belly that had always been empty now brimming with life and energy.

“I guess it is just you and me now.” I whispered to Luna as I led her toward the bathroom. She had grown limp again, her head lolling in what must have been a very uncomfortable posture. I adjusted it the best way I could as I placed her against a wall. Her dress was so filthy that even here, in the light of day, I couldn’t figure out the colour it had once been. Horse poop brown? Rotting manure black? Dried blood red? Urgh! I grimaced, my fingernails tingling as I started to reach for it. My hands paused midair as I thought about what she would do to me if she realized that I had undressed her. I could imagine her blue eyes gleaming with rage as she bashed my head in with a laundry basket. But then again, I didn’t see any other choice. Blaire had made it pretty clear that she was not going to help me and any help from the palace… well, that was better off not being pushed. I figured she did not have to know as I peeled off her clothes, torn between the urge to throw up at the sight and smell, (I wondered if that was how I had looked and smelt like when I had been freed from the dungeon. Yuck!) and the knowledge that I would be dead if she awakened. Trying my best to avert my eyes, I led her to the bathroom where I gave her the most awkward bath of all time. I hoped I never had to do that again. I pulled her out of the water only to recall that I hadn’t brought a towel. I dropped her with a loud plop as I hurried to get the towel and helped her out. The next few moments of dressing her up in a white gown (which I couldn’t tell how it landed in my room but was glad it was there nonetheless) wasn’t any less draining which explained my relief when I was finally done. And not once had she opened her eyes. Phew!

I noticed the ugly gashes on her arms. I wondered just how many remained on her body that I couldn’t see. I panicked as I wondered how I was going to treat her. Taking her to the doctor right now would be a catastrophe. And Blaire wasn’t going to help. I could have but I had no idea about medicine. I had to find a way. Later.

I helped her to the bed and tenderly pulled up the sheets around her. I was so glad that was finally over as I made my way over to the table where Blaire had stood the other time. Her lavender scent still hung in the air as I picked up an apple and took a bite. It wasn’t until now that Luna was sleeping peacefully in bed that I realized how hungry I was. I looked around, hoping I would find any food, perhaps, a tray Blaire had hidden out of sight? Nothing. Obviously, she had been too pissed to consider getting some food for this poor, hungry soul. I was still distracted by my search for food when Luna murmured something in her sleep. I turned toward her, the apple still in my mouth. I froze as my eyes fell on her.

Due to all that had happened since I arrived in the pack, my punishment, my imprisonment, my recovery, and my not as heroic acts, I had never really gotten to see Luna sleeping. Okay, maybe I had once but that didn’t count. It hadn’t made my breath hitch as seeing her now did. Spittle might have drooled from my open mouth as I slowly lowered my mass to the bed and took in her features. Probably because I had grown used to seeing her scowling down at me in displeasure or full blown cold hate, seeing her like this, looking all pure and innocent was so mesmerizing, I might have as well been looking at a goddess.

The lemon scent of the bath soap wafted from her in soft waves, slowly filling me with the desire to move in close and take in a very deep whiff of her scent. Her auburn hair, an interesting mix of colors that came dangerously close to red in some parts and really brown in other parts, framed her perfect oval (or was it diamond shaped) face. Her usually arched eyebrows had now relaxed, her sharp nose barely moving. Her full, pink lips had parted slightly, releasing a soft snore every few seconds which for some reason only made her look more beautiful. I sighed dreamily as I propped up my head on an arm and took in her beauty. Reaching out, I slowly traced her jaw. I frowned as I noticed a mark under it, a long white mark that looked like, a claw? No, more like a scar which wasn’t new. I wondered where she had gotten that from.

Looking at her as her chest slowly expanded and contracted, I realized that there was so much I did not know about her. Where she came from, who she really was, how she slept, where she got her scar, so many things. Perhaps, Blaire was right to call me a fool. But I didn’t care.

I sighed as I lay on the bed beside her, my eyes still fixed on her. “You are my master!”