Mated To Alpha Gregory

Lilith’s POV

The word angry was an understatement to describe how I felt. I was beyond furious.

Why would he not want me to go with him? Is it because I am a woman, and he thinks I am weak?

I scoffed, sitting on a low stool in the midst of a beautiful rose garden. The scent of the flowers glided into my nostrils, it was like a soothing balm to my aching heart.

Their red petals were beginning to close as the day drew near its ending, yet they were beautiful. I couldn’t help but get lost in its beauty.

I stood up and plucked one, careful not to get pierced by the thorns on the flower stalk. Bringing it closer to my nostrils, I sighed as it hit my senses with great delight.

My thoughts drifted to Adams once more. What was he doing now? He had been under a lot of pressure and I wanted him to share some of these burdens with me, but he just wouldn’t, and it hurt me so much.

I am his mate, his wife. If he is not willing to let me help, then who will?

Earlier, when I went to call him, during the council meeting, I heard his voice as he screamed and shouted, it made my wolf twist inside me with dissatisfaction.

Even his eyes had this peculiar redness, one that expressed his anger towards the way things had gone.

Night soon came, and I stood up and walked back into the mansion, back to the balcony we stood earlier. I saw him walking out, in an all-black outfit, carrying a small bag. His steps were gentle, and he made no sound as he moved.

A voice whispered excitedly in my head. “Follow him, he wouldn’t even know you are there.” It sounded so good, I was tempted to try.

But another voice spoke calmly in my mind, making me reconsider. “Why do you want to go with him so badly? What about Ronan, his best friend? If you go, who would take care of him? The doctor would go back home, and Ronan would be left alone. Do you think Adam would sing praises to your ears when you failed him in the simplest of things, to stay and take care of his best friend?” It became silent after, leaving me to make a decision.

I thought about earlier in the day when Adam had gone into a crazy state, and would have caused chaos in the room. How it had been almost impossible to calm him down. He did all that for Ronan.

Tears stung my eyes as I watched him transform from a distance before running at full speed. I had made my decision to stay behind.

“My Queen,” Clara called from behind me. I quickly cleared the tears on my face and turned to face her.

“Clara, where have you been all day?” I walked up to her and gave her a hug.

“I have been with the other maids, my Queen. Besides, I wasn’t allowed to see you or come close to your quarters all day.

I wondered who gave that order but didn’t bother to ask.”

“I have taken your food to your room. You must be starving.”

As she mentioned food, my stomach grumbled as if on a cue and I realized I hadn’t eaten anything all day.

We got to my room, and she opened the door for me to enter. I sighted the plates of food, presented neatly on the bed. My mouth began to produce saliva in great volumes.

My stomach grumbled again, and roared like it would tear itself from my body while my legs moved at great speed towards the bed.

I picked up a spoon to eat but paused when I suddenly remembered Ronan. He must be lonely in the room he was in. Besides, he had also not eaten all day.

“Cara.”

“Yes, my Queen.”

“Do you mind leaving me for a while? I’ll call you when I need you.”

She seemed terrified by the way she was looking at me, maybe she was thinking she had done something wrong, so she quickly knelt down before me, holding her palms as if pleading for forgiveness.

“My Queen, tell me, what have I done? Have mercy upon me.

I dropped the spoon and went to where she knelt down. “Stand up Cara, you didn’t do anything. I just want to be alone for now. I promise to send for you soon.”

Her mood brightened up and she stood up. “If you say so my Queen, I’ll be waiting for you.”

Slowly, she walked to the door and soon disappeared, closing the door gently behind her.

Sure she had given far enough. I carried the food and walked to Adams’ room where Ronan was, but he wasn’t there.

The shock of finding the bed empty and the room unoccupied filled me with so much dread, the plate fell from my hands; its contents scattering on the floor.

Fear replaced the hunger in my belly and my body trembled beyond control. Where could he have gone? Who came in after we all left?

These questions and more swirled around my head as confusion crept into my body, in the twinkle of an eye. I wanted to scream and shout. But if I did and everyone rushed into the room, asking what the problem was, what would I say?Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

In haste, I opened the door and would have rushed out but stopped when I heard the flushing of the toilet and the creaking of a door.

“Ronan?” I called. He came out of the toilet and that was when it dawned on me that I had overreacted and wasted the food.

He eyed me from my head to my feet like I was an alien. It wasn’t his fault, I didn’t expect him to trust me since he didn’t remember anything.

“Is that food?” He asked, a terrified look stretched across his face.

“Uh… yes.” I replied, scratching my head.

“Why would you waste precious food? He demanded, putting his hands above his head. “I am starving!”

I wanted to yell at him for not staying put, but I refrained myself from doing that. It wasn’t his fault, was it?

“I’m sorry, I’ll get another fo…”

“You had better… stranger.”

Annoyed, I left the room, passing through the dimly lit passage to get some food for Ronan and myself from the kitchen. I had passed by my room and had gotten to Ronan’s original room.

For some reason which I didn’t know, I stood before the room, staring at the door. It had this queer feeling around it like something or rather… someone was in there.

My stomach grumbled one more time to remind me of my purpose for leaving the room, but the queer feeling persisted, and I suddenly had a desire to satisfy my curiosity.

I moved closer and touched the door. To my surprise, it wasn’t closed. I walked in and saw the room, dark- in the state it was when I was last in it with Adams.

My nose picked up a scent of blood, but I assumed it was Ronan’s since the room had not been cleaned. It became stronger and it smelt fresh.

I followed the scent, and it led to the bathroom door just like it did before. Slowly, I stretched my hands and gripped the knob to open it.

Just as I turned it, the door opened, and I made to step into the bathroom when a strong hand gripped and covered my mouth from behind me. I felt the tip of a blade on my neck, pressing tightly onto it. I couldn’t scream or shout, it seemed like my breath had been cut short.

The deep voice of my captor suddenly spoke into my ears, “Stay still, Omega, you might hurt yourself.”