Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

Blaire’s Pov

I woke up feeling rather disoriented, a feeling that was becoming more and more of a norm with me. I blinked as I sat up on the bed, trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes. It took about fifteen seconds for the memories to come rushing in. I looked at my hand where that man had grabbed me last night and shivered involuntarily. The grime was all gone as were the bruises but I could still feel the clammy hand on my arm, pulling me against my will. Sunlight streaked in through the open window and I moaned in pleasure, glad to be reminded of my freedom. I got out of bed and saw my image out of the corner of my eyes. The sight was enough to make me draw closer to take another look. My hair looked like a snake had made a nest on one end and an eagle on the other. Sometime in the night, they had discovered each other and had an epic battle which left me looking like, well, take a guess. I brushed my hand through it absentmindedly until I heard a faint knock on the door.

I ignored it at first as a figment of my imagination until it came the second time, with a soft, “Blaire?”

Opening the door, I came face to face with Ulo who shuffled uncomfortably on his feet. I stared at him, my eyes widening slightly in surprise. It had been ages since I had last seen him standing before my room like this. Usually, I only ever came across him when we had one of our many meetings. Otherwise, he stayed out of my way. He was dressed in black robes and had his sword strapped to his waist, the holster of which he could not stop fiddling with. He had obviously just had his bath as I could still catch the whiff of his coconut oil scented soap. He didn’t seem to have had much sleep though with the heavy sacks under his eyes and the tired look in them. He towered over me but even so, I could still see him swarming and itching to leave which was not a surprise. He probably was the most socially awkward person I had ever met.

I arched my brows questioningly when he still would not speak after what seemed like ages. He shuffled even more, opening and closing his mouth in failed attempts to speak. I cleared my throat and smirked as he squirmed even more. Don’t blame me, I couldn’t help taking pleasure in torturing him. It was just so fun to watch as his black irises switched between darker and lighter shades while he swallowed endlessly. I could watch him all day.

About an eternity later, he finally got his act together enough to speak. “I wanted to check on you.” He squeaked, then paused and inhaled, his hand already white around his sword. He got his bearing again and continued, “last night left you really shaken and I wanted to make sure that you are all better now.”

I smiled in gratitude. “I am all better now, thanks. It was nothing a good night’s sleep couldn’t fix. And that is more than I can say for you. You look like you kept a vigil all night.” I muttered worriedly.

“I was worried about you.” He blurted before he could think then almost sunk into the ground when he realized what he had said. “I mean… you know… it is…” He finally gave up on trying to explain as he gave me a miserable look. Maybe I should have said something to help him get over his embarrassment but I was just enjoying the show too much to have it interrupted. “Do you want to talk about what happened last night? Maybe someone you want us to teach a lesson?” For a moment, the hopelessly shy look in his eyes vanished and in its place were the cold, vengeful eyes of the son of the Beta. Despite his shyness, do not make the mistake of thinking Ulo is weak. Against opposition, he can be very cold and brutal. One encounter with that version of him and trust me, you would totally prefer this stuttering guy.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I bit my lips as I considered his words. I did owe them an explanation with how I had left them so worried last night but then again, they would make sure I never return to that place again if they found out so, “no, Ulo. I am sorry for making you and Jamil so worried but it was me being silly really. You see, the condition in which I met Indrik was so sad that it got me running wild with emotions that I couldn’t hold in.” I bit my lips, hating that I was lying to them but I convinced myself that I didn’t have that many other choices.

A cloud passed over his features and for a moment, I thought I saw disappointment in his features but it was gone before I could even make sure it was real. “I’m glad to hear that.” He forced out a smile. “I should get going.” His voice was so low that he might have as well been talking to himself.

“Yeah, thanks.” I replied and watched as he stumbled over his own feet as he made his way out the front door. I was about to return to my room when the door opposite mine opened and the face I loathed the most came popping out. I gave her my coldest stare. She was not as dumb as she appeared to be because she wisely slinked back in and shut the door. I sucked my teeth angrily as I used my own door as well, banging it with a loud report. I did not have much time to remain angry though as I suddenly realized that I might have gotten Indrik into trouble.