Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

Luna’s Pov

The guy who had introduced himself as Jamil had led me to this room where he had told me to rest after I had told him I wasn’t hungry. A comment that was now proving to have been too hasty. My tummy was rumbling angrily and more frequently now.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

I looked around the room. It looked pretty old and from the looks, it had not been occupied in a long while. There was a bed, a wall length mirror, a table beside it that had some facial and body care materials, a chair before it. On the wall opposite it stood a built in wardrobe which I had confirmed to have some clothes. A window stood open just above my bed giving me a view into a garden. All of these and nothing of mine. I still couldn’t get over how that man had just uprooted me from my life like some plant and brought me here. He hadn’t even allowed me to go back home to pick anything up. True, there wasn’t really much to pick but still. I reached into my blue gown and exhaled in relief when I found that I still had my necklace. It would have broken my heart into million pieces if I had lost it. It was my only remaining connection to…. I looked toward the door as a knock interrupted my thoughts.

Opening it, I found Jamil waiting. The aroma wafted into my nostrils drowning me in its bliss before my eyes could even drift down to it. In his arms, he held a tray of food that had an extremely alluring smell. I forcefully peeled my eyes from his hands and returned them to his face, hoping my eyes did not betray my desire to snatch the tray from his hands and slam the door in his face.

“How are you settling into your new room?” He asked, his eyes warm with a smile.

I wanted to tell him that I did not want a new room. What I wanted was to go back to the place from which I had been forcefully taken. I wanted to tell him that I hated this place and would leave the first chance I got. Instead, I said to him, “I’m settling in pretty nicely, thank you.”

“Here! I brought you some food.” He muttered as he extended the tray to me. “I figured you must be hungry after being here so long. I hope you like it because I forgot to ask what kind of food you wanted.”

I would have eaten crab shells if they smelled so good and never mind that the hunger was starting to ring in my ears. I didn’t tell him that though as I collected the tray with a smile and thanked him.

“Once you are fully rested, we should take you on a tour. How would you like tomorrow?” He asked just before I could slide back into the room.

I didn’t want a tour. If I had a choice, I would have left here the very first time they had left me in the room but I might as well have been a headless chicken with how disoriented this place made me. Perhaps the tour would not be so bad after all. I nodded in approval as I made my way back into the room.

Opening the tray, the scent seemed to grow ten times stronger, filling the entire room. I inhaled and cracked my fingers in preparation for the battle ahead. If Indrik saw what happened the next moment, I was pretty sure he would agree that I was not his master. Don’t blame me. Hunger can make you do crazy things.

When I was done, there came the discomfort of trying to figure out what to do with the plates. Usually, I would have gone to the kitchen and washed them before setting them in place for their next user. The only problem was that this wasn’t my turf and I wouldn’t even know where to step if I wasn’t told. I sat there for a while, just staring at the plates and hoping they would get tired and get up on their feet, saving me the trouble of trying to figure things out. Unfortunately, they preferred to sleep.

Finally, I gave up and picked up the tray. I had just stepped out of the door when I ran into the white eyed girl from earlier also coming out of her room. She had changed her dress and was now wearing a blue dress like I was except that while mine was plain, hers was elegantly designed, fitting for a lady. Apart from being plain, my dress still had several palm stains from my many encounters earlier in the day. Looking at her looking all prim, proper and pretty with her lemon scented perfume wafting toward me, I suddenly felt intimidated.

Ignoring her dagger shooting eyes, I moved closer to her and smiled perfunctorily. “Could you direct me to where I am supposed to drop these?” I asked softly, gesturing at the tray that I held gingerly in my hands like they would break into pieces otherwise.

She narrowed her eyes until they turned to slits and something told me she would have burned me with them if she could. “Are you trying to push me?” Her voice sounded calm, a total contrast to her raving voice earlier but something told me she was anything but calm.

“What? No! I only want to know where I can drop these!” I replied, hoping we wouldn’t get into an altercation again.

She pursed her lips as she moved closer to me, so close, I could smell the faint smell of her bathing soap, which somehow reminded me of apples. We probably were around the same height but her heels gave her an advantage. “You can drop them in the trashcan or gobble them up for all I care. Just make sure to stay out of my way! The next time I see you won’t be so jolly, I promise!” With that, she turned around and walked away, her shoes echoing in the silent corridor.

‘Great hospitality!’ I wanted to yell after her but something told me she would not take well to sarcasm. I wonder what.