Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

Luna’s Pov

I opened my eyes feeling rather groggy and achy. I yawned lazily, stretching my limbs and was rewarding with the satisfying crunch of muscles rearranging themselves. I squinted, taking a look at the room where I had spent the night with the aid of daylight that was streaking in through the window. I nearly fell off my perch as I realized that this was not my room. Looking around, I noticed Indrik still on the bed, snoring softly as he slept. His hair spread all over. The bed, his eyes, his mouth. I smiled as I brushed the hair away from his face. I did a doubletake as my eyes fell on his face. Like I had done so many times while he was unconscious, I slipped into the stool on which I had spent the night and propping my cheeks on my hands, admired his face. Despite the numerous wounds, he always managed to look so spectacular when he was asleep. With his sad eyes closed and his facial muscles robbed by sleep of their crankiness, he looked like an angel in his sleep. I remained like that for a while, losing all sense of time until he mumbled something in his sleep, turning from lying on his back to his right side so his face was directly in mine. I jumped, afraid that he would catch me staring. That, would be very embarrassing and I preferred to avoid embarrassing. He continued to sleep, luckily.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Sparing him one last glance, I turned away from him and left the room. In my room, I took a hurried bath and slipped into a simple white dress. Satisfied, I picked up a basket in the corner of the room and tucked it under my arm with the aim of finishing the errand before my master would wake up and start calling for me.

Outside, I realized that the morning was still very early with the sun still struggling with the clouds. Birds twittered as they danced, enjoying the beauty of a new day. Most of the wolves seemed to still be asleep though as I did not run into anyone except the guards at the gate as I made my way out.

The journey to the pack’s doctor who was situated in the center of the pack to ensure easy access to everyone was as always very tiring. I thought about Lea and found it regrettable that I had not gotten to ride her last night. This reminded me of Jamil who I had not seen since we had left him with Leon and his dogs. I wondered if he was okay.

I was just in time to catch the doctor opening the door to the medicine store. “Good morning, elder Matthew!” I greeted.

He turned exposing his brilliant white teeth in a smile. Over the past few days, I had seen him more than I had seen most other people with him coming to check on Indrik and myself coming to get his drugs. He smiled back at me. He was about the only other person who showed me an ounce of kindness in this place. As usual, he was wearing his white robe and shoes which I considered strange considering that he always had to work with things that could destroy white in no time. Things like blood, vomit, sweat, and a crowd of other things that I preferred not to think about. He wasn’t exactly tall but he was the kind of person who commanded respect without even trying which probably had something to do with his warm brown eyes that seemed to say, “you can trust me. I won’t hurt you except for, well, injections. And those won’t even hurt.”

He pulled the iron doors open and hobbled in. As always, I was hit in the face by the strong scent of herbs, dried, drying and fresh. Then there were the liquid ones with scents that was not as easy to place. Like the first time I had come here, the sour-sweet mixture of smells made me feel giddy. I wondered how the doctor managed to survive spending every day here.

I followed the doctor to his table at the far end of the room while taking in the rows of vials that lined the stalls. Once the doctor had settled in, he started to get me the drugs I had come for.

“How is your master doing?” The doctor questioned as he browsed through the stalls.

“He was doing well until yesterday when a fight found him.”

The doctor paused as he spared me a glance. “Didn’t I mention that he get a lot of rest?”

I sighed, not knowing how to tell him that it was Indrik’s own brother that had almost beaten him to death. I turned away as something caught my eyes two rows away. Walking toward it, I soon realized why it was so strange. In a place where all the vials contained either brown or blue liquid, this one contained a green one. Looking at it, I could tell that it had been left there for a while. So long that dust had thickly coated it but somehow, it still seemed to be boiling.

Picking it up, I approached the doctor and asked him about it. His eyes widened, confirming my suspicion that it was indeed strange.

“Where did you find that? I thought I had disposed of it. That is an extract of Voldemort root. It is a poison that kills a human within an hour so, I would advise that you return it. I wouldn’t want to be the reason why your master loses a maid.”

I smiled faintly as I returned to the stall. By the time I returned, the doctor had finished packing and handed the basket to me.

“Will the lad require a check up?” He asked referring to the scrape I had mentioned.

I shook my head. He won’t be needing any more check-ups. Not right now at least.