Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

Luna’s Pov

Watching her leave, I was torn between the choice of going back to my room and waiting for my friendly host to return or going after my nemesis. I chose the later although I made sure to not let her know. I figured she would probably be going there or I would run into my host on the way. I must have looked ridiculous, bearing a tray and sneaking after a gorgeously dressed woman. I guess it is true what they say. You can kidnap the waitress from the serving tables but you can never take the serving away from her. The saying is something like that, I guess. I have never really been too good with quotes. Nor with much else, I’m afraid.

I sighed as I remembered home. It seemed like an eternity since I had been turned out and now it was starting to seem like I might never be able to go back home.NôvelDrama.Org content.

“Look who we have here!” A voice boomed, followed by laughter. I had been so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t realized I had been surrounded by a group of men. I looked up at them in confusion as I wondered what they wanted with me. “Oho! Isn’t she a little cutie! Little wonder that weakling would risk anything for her. Do you think she is more beautiful than Veronica though?” Dancing brown eyes stared at me, his lips curled up in a cruel smile. He was a big man, tall too with thick, black hair. One that reminded me of Indrik’s except that this was a lighter shade while Indrik’s was ink black. He had an anchor shaped moustache that made him look rather ridiculous. No beards or sideburns, just the moustache. Otherwise though, he was a quite intimidating man. A bully too, I was deducing from firsthand experience.

“Maybe. But she definitely has no class. Which self respecting woman would go walking around with a tray full of dirty plates?” That was a much shorter man with dirty brown hair.

“What else would you expect from someone like him? Veronica must have made him feel so small so he chose to go for someone that is as small as he is.” That was the big man again. Around him, his companions were all laughing at all his words. I had a feeling they would laugh if he sneezed. I recalled seeing him at the flogging. He was one of the grinners.

I curled up my lips in disgust as I started to back away but his minions blocked my exit.

“I didn’t say you could leave!” Moustache sneered as he took heavy steps toward me.

“That is enough, Leon!” I almost cried in relief when I heard a familiar voice.

Leon whirled toward the source of the interruption, his entire squad following his lead but Jamil did not falter as he swaggered through the group. Reaching me, he picked me up by the arm and would have dragged me along when Leon growled in annoyance, “I never said you could take her.”

Jamil turned toward him, his friendly smile vanishing into thin air, “Last time I checked, you didn’t have a say over that. She is Indrik’s guest, not yours.” He started to pull me way again.

“Stop!” Leon thundered but Jamil simply continued to pull me along. He swore and snarled behind us but Jamil simply continued to pull me along.

I met his eyes with what I was pretty sure was the most confused face ever. “Who was that?” I almost shivered as I recalled how they had crowded me in. For all their brutishness, the Haven had never made me as uncomfortable as I had felt among them.

“Them? You need not bother about them if you can avoid running into them which I am afraid will be impossible.” His voice was heavy with thought which went against the image I had built of him in the short time I had known him. Jamil was a happy go lucky kind of person so for him to sound like this… “Why did you leave your room by the way? I thought you would be tired out by now.” The tone I recognized had returned.

“I just wanted to return these.” I gestured to the tray.

“You could have waited. They don’t draw ants.” He joked.

“I just wanted to…” I stopped myself as I returned to my thoughts.

“I should probably tell you this. Leon has it out for Indrik and would use any means, any person,” he paused meaningfully as he met my eyes, “to get to him. You, I’m afraid fit into that category perfectly and he would do anything to make life a living hell for you and by consequence him so, you should be careful.”

I fell silent as I thought about his words. Great! Just great! I had not even spent a full day here and I was already learning that my master had a large group of bodybuilders as enemies. I wonder how he had managed to escape being broken into two this whole time with such a frail body as his’.

Jamil chuckled making me look up at him. “I didn’t scare you, did I? You don’t need to worry about him as long as you have us by your side. Me, Ulo and Blaire. We will protect you.”

I wondered if he had suddenly forgotten that Blaire would have my head on a platter if I stretched it before her.

“Blaire is just scared for her friend. She would warm up to you, soon enough.” He added as if he had read my mind.

I was occupied with my thoughts till we reached our home again which was when I decided that if I was going to be a prey then I was at least going to know why. “Why does Leon hate Indrik so much?’

Jamil narrowed his eyes as though trying to decide how much to tell me. “They are brothers.”

My eyes widened so much I was surprised they didn’t pop out of my head.