Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

Indrik’s Pov

I just had the most awful dream. My chest had been on fire and my blood had turned to acid, burning my skin away as it coursed through my veins. I groaned as my eyes fluttered open.

My head spun as I stared blankly at the surface above me, feeling rather lightheaded. I shut my eyes as a wave of nausea rushed through me. Opening my eyes again, I started to register the scene around me. The image of a golden wolf approached me moving so fast that I freaked out, swatting it away with a yelp. That was followed with another groan as my hand moved a little too fast and hard, missing the target and slamming into my chest with a dull thump instead. I shook my head to shake the buzz in my ears that was serving to disorient me even further.

Thump-thump! Thump-thump! A heavy sound drifted into my ears making me want to scream in frustration as I wondered what exactly was going on with me. I could hear the rustling of trees, the gurgling of water in a faraway creek, the chirping of birds, even the conversation of some people who I couldn’t see. My eyes widened as I listened.

“… this is going to cause more trouble than we could ever imagine. He shouldn’t have done it.” My frown deepened. That sounded like Beta Green.

“He had no choice. It was either that or death. Whatever happens next, I am sure we will be able to handle it.” That soft voice that always managed to calm me down definitely belonged to the Gamma.

“I don’t…”

“Argggh!” I screamed, slapping myself on both cheeks in an attempt to shake the voices out of them. There was no way I was hearing them. Whatever I had gone through must be slowly driving me crazy.

“Indrik!” A voice cut through my haze, managing to wrest my arms into a pause.

I slowly opened my eyes to see a female figure hovering over me. My eyes couldn’t focus enough to make out the features but only one name came to mind.

“Luna?” I asked, a smile spreading on my face as all of my troubles fell away.

“Not Luna!” An angry voice scowled. Oh-oh! My eyes cleared instantly but I didn’t need them to recognize the owner of that voice.

“Blaire!” I called as I sat up or tried to because my head spun so badly that I dropped back to the bed like a lump of wood.

“You should rest.” She muttered, her voice softening as she adjusted my position on the bed.

“What happened?” I groaned, feeling frustrated at this weakness that was consuming me like a plague.

“Perhaps you should focus on recovering first? You look pale.” She replied softly. But how could I focus if my mind felt like a farm of tomatoes that a giant had marched through?

“I can’t! Please, Blaire, tell me what happened.” I must have sounded desperate as I reached for her arm.

She sighed, a look of annoyance, or was it resignation, (I couldn’t really tell with my eyes starting to go out of focus again) crossing her features as she stopped and backed away, her arms crossing over her chest. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes!” I nodded without hesitation. I could tell from her face and movements that whatever she had to say was bad but I also figured that nothing could be as bad as this storm that was raging through me, threatening to tear me apart.

“Fine!” She snorted. “Your maid poisoned you, almost killing you in the process.” Her anger was lost on me as my head spun round and round, reeling from the memories that started to rush in like a whirlwind. I winced as I started to recall her last words to me.

“Do you trust me?” She had asked and I had answered immediately. I had meant every word back then and call me crazy, but, even now, trying to recover from the poison she had fed me, I still trusted her with my life. “A game!” She had called it. I felt a strange urge to smile.

“Indrik!” Blaire sounded incensed as she glared at me like she was going to pounce on me and beat a horse sized sense into my head.

“Where is she now?” I asked, my eyes still gleaming with amusement.

“In the dungeon. Awaiting her execution. I assure you that she is going to get the worst kind of suffering we have to offer before death…. What are you doing?” She interrupted herself as she saw me starting to climb out of bed.

“I have to go find her!” I groaned as my hands flew to my head, trying to hold down the intense headache that was threatening to rip me into tiny nut sized disks.

“What?” Blaire’s eyes grew so wide, I was afraid she would get an even bigger migraine than mine. “You were poisoned by your maid which caused you intense pain and suffering. You would have died if not because the doctor had taken the risk of unlocking your wolf and still, the first thing you ask for is her?”

My head spun at something she had just said but I shook my head, my worry far outweighing any other curiosity. “I have to get to her!” I muttered as I walked past her on wobbly feet. She didn’t stop me this time.

Luckily, I did not run into any other person on my way to the dungeon because I already had enough demons to deal with. My legs felt like jelly with each effort to raise them resulting in another bead of sweat running down my back. My head felt like it had been replaced with a drum with each blast of the hot afternoon wind, each hot ray of the sun making it throb with intense headaches. My arms threatened to fall off and my trunk still felt like the fire hadn’t been snuffed out completely. In all of these, only one thought reigned supreme in my mind, giving me the strength to continue to press on. The thought of seeing my master again.