Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

Indrik’s PovOriginal content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I had been hoping that Blaire would take my advice and not return. So, what if my fellow prisoners had made their threat good and informed the guards? They had no proof to show that it really was her who had come. I could easily have convinced the council into buying that it was someone else. At worst, they would have worsened my punishment but at least, she would have been saved. But all of that went flying out the window or in this case, iron door as I looked up at Blaire, her tender face framed by the flickering flames.

“You shouldn’t have come!” I groaned, knowing that there was no escaping the clutches of the prisoners now. Obviously, I was not the only one who realized this as they all started to speak at the same time.

As expected, they had all made illogical requests. Like asking me to help break them out of prison or to help them speak to the council to offer them some leniency. Like I would be here if I had that much power. I told them as much and they had painstakingly reminded me that I was at their mercy. Tired, I had shut them out and tried to focus on something else which wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do given that my view wasn’t very wide. Actually, I didn’t have any view at all. The dungeon was dark most of the time. During daytime, it lightened a little bit just enough for you to see the form of your arm in the dark and at night, well, you lost that great privilege. The only time we saw any light was when the guards did their rounds, bringing food or prisoners.

My ‘friends’ had noticed my guest and took this time to remind me of their terms as they started to make catcalls, calls and noise in general.

“Hey lovers, don’t keep us waiting for too long.”

“Told you she would come back. Love in prison. How sweet!”

“You never can tell the possibilities that exist unless you try. You ever imagine doing it in a stinky place like this?”

These and many more were their comments which was backed with grinding laughter. With each word they spoke, I could see Blaire grow more and more uncomfortable and it made me mad as well as I gritted my teeth forcefully. Finally, I could not take it anymore and walking to the door, banged my hand against it as hard as I could. They were shocked into silence as I let them know my opinion. “Show some respect, you bastards.” I growled angrily. The silence held for a second or two before they burst into laughter again.

“Our little prince is growing wings, I see. Wrong place to show attitude, don’t you think?”

I heaved heavily and would have said the nastiest thing I could muster if Blaire had not walked up to me and placed an arm on my shoulder.

“Don’t waste your breath, Indrik. They are not worth it.” She tried to hide it but it was clear as day that their words had gotten to her. Her voice trembled and I was certain I would find tears in her eyes if I looked into them.

“Are you okay?” I asked, feeling guilty about making her go through this.

“Never been better. Good thing that I brought extra supplies for them, don’t you think?” Her voice was shriller than it normally was, another sign that she was trying to keep her emotions under control. Obviously, her voice was loud enough to get to the others as they started to cheer.

“Her highness decided to bring us something? How touching! I’m so glad, I think I would cry.” A voice teased to the rancid laughter of the others.

I was so mad I was certain steam was escaping from my ears and nose. My body tensed as I snapped at them. “That is it. You do what you want. She is not giving you shit and you can go burn in hell for all I care.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” A voice replied.

“Watch me!” I growled. I could take them walking all over me but no one was allowed to hurt my friends. No body! I was still breathing heavily from the restraint I was exercising when Blaire’s arm tightened around mine.

“It is okay. I already brought it anyway.” She muttered. I was about to protest when she ran a hand over my back. “How is it?”

In between my troubles, I had totally forgotten about my wounds but that was only possible because the treatment had reduced the pain considerably. “It’s much better.” I told her.

“Let me just take a look at it.” She muttered as she took off my garment which must now be a sorry excuse for a cloth. I groaned softly as she peeled off the bandages. She sighed in satisfaction as she looked at my back. “You are right. I will just clean it again so they close up without leaving too many scars.” I sighed as the smell of spirits filled my nose. That was another gift that being wolfless gave to me.

Unlike most wolves who healed almost immediately, I had to rely on treatments to get better which also meant that I had a whole lot of scars. Her cleaning the wounds did not hurt as much as they had the other night which was a relief. She quickly cleaned it and applied new bandages to prevent the still open wounds from getting infected.

“How is that?” She questioned once she was done.

“Heavenly! Thanks Blaire.” I muttered. I couldn’t deny that I loved having her here. Seeing her here made a part of me elated to be free from the monotony of conversing with walls all day. And let’s not forget that it saved me from absolute death by starvation.

I sighed, allowing myself to enjoy the temporal peace. The kind you just know will not last for long.