Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

Luna’s Pov

I stared at Jamil like he had suddenly grown a set of horns. “Brothers?” I muttered, almost bursting into laughter at how strange the word felt on my lips. I mean, sure, they had slightly similar hair and eyes (which by the way were worlds apart in the world of color) but did that qualify them to be brothers? I was certain that at least ten people within this premises would share that color with them. Apart from that, they were as different as night and day. Indrik was slender while Leon was a giant and that wasn’t even the beginning of it.

“Believe it or not but that is the truth. They are half-brothers.” Jamil said like that was supposed to explain why Indrik looked like he forgot his family gene in his mother’s belly.

“That still does not explain why Indrik looks like his elder brother drained him of all his essence.” I blurted before I could think.

Jamil stared at me with a look of amusement and what looked like pity. I blinked in confusion as I wondered what was going through his mind at the moment. “Indrik is the elder brother.” He dropped another bombshell and it took all my willpower to not scream what? No willpower could stop me from staring at him like he had had a brain burn though, I mean, the sun was pretty hot. He smiled as he straightened his body and collected the tray from me. “You should go get some rest.” He muttered as he turned around and walked away, leaving me gaping after him.

After what seemed like forever, I finally shrugged. So, what if it would take ten Indriks to make his younger brother? I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was getting out of here. That too as soon as I could. But even as I made my way to my room, I couldn’t help wondering what could be the reason why two brothers would hate each other so much. Sure, they were half-brothers but there were close friends who didn’t even share anything in common. They shared a parent for crying out loud.

Back in my room, I finally slipped out of my dress that suddenly felt too heavy. I had not noticed at the time but my encounter with the men had gotten me so nervous I had sweated all over. I headed to the bathroom and took a long shower. When I was out, I stumbled onto my bed. At first, I lay wide-eyed, staring at the ceiling, my body unused to this kind of leisure after having had to slave to the bone for the Shadowmaws but the bed was so comfortable in comparison to the hard floor that was my bed in my former place that I was soon drifting off.

It was a cold night as nature raved angrily against the great evil that had been done. My eyes were wide with terror as I watched that thing come out. The thing that was going to ruin my life. I dared not meet the eyes of my companions. Definitely not the eyes of my mother. I had let them all down and in the process enabled the creation of something that threatened the balance.

“What have you done?” Asked a voice that was cool and soothing and at the same time harsh and gruff, one that sounded like waves on an extremely stormy day. A voice that scared me spineless.

“What have you done?” The voice asked again, louder and more accusatory this time.

“What have you done?” This time the voice seemed to have come from directly beside my eardrums. I screamed as I covered my ears but it was too late as I felt wetness on my hands. Bringing them before me, I found that I truly was bleeding. Rivers of blood flowed out of my ears and pooled at my feet. I screamed as I fell.

I thrashed around as I blinked my eyes open certain I was dead. I was not. It was a nightmare. Nightmares! I gritted my teeth. It had been so long since I last had them. Not since…

Rays of sunlight fell across my face, temporarily blinding me. Rising up from the bed, I looked out through the window to find that the sun was already setting. Dusk would be upon us in no more than an hour. I stared at the view that would usually have attracted me with blank eyes, my mind focused on the dream I had just had. It wasn’t the first time I would be having such a dream but it was the first time I would be having it in the daytime. That was probably because it had been ages since I last slept in the afternoon.

I sighed as I placed a hand under my jaw feeling lost and disoriented. The nightmare had brought back several bad memories. Memories I had tried my best to shove to the back of my mind. My eyes pooled with tears as I suddenly wished I was still at The Haven. While I was there, I had been able to lose myself in the work and bullying and torture. When the day finally ended, my body usually had no strength for anything other than to collapse to the floor like a pack of cards till the next morning when I had to jump into action again to avoid being kicked in the ribs. While that might sound horrible, I had loved it because it had prevented me from thinking about my woes. You should get the idea of just how awful those woes are.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

I sighed for the millionth time as I got away from the window and turned my attention to the room. I was covered in nothing other than a towel. I was walking to the wardrobe when a loud noise interrupted my thoughts. Drawn by curiosity, I hurried to the door and opened it in time to see white eyes carrying something into her room. I frowned as I caught sight of something then shrugged before returning into my room.