Mated To Alpha Gregory

Lilith’s POV

I had never been happier anticipating breakfast, but I was because I hadn’t seen him since he left my side after the kiss.

It left me wanting more, so much so I could literally rush down to get breakfast done quickly and have him all to myself again.

I let my thoughts run wild as I imagined what else could happen if we decided to go beyond the kiss. I shut my eyes and almost screamed out of excitement at the crazy thoughts running through my brain.

The other maids had been taken for interrogation and I would have been left with one of the maids from the king’s chamber if I hadn’t asked her to wait outside.

I didn’t need any help at the moment and I also didn’t want her to see me in my over-joyous state.

On the bed was a flowing white dress, gotten for me by Adam. He had instructed the maid to give it to me, asking me to wear it, claiming I would look really beautiful in it.

It was well crafted with wool, adorned all over with precious stones and diamonds blistering like the sun itself all over it.

I held it to my neck and walked over to the mirror to look at how I would appear in it. The edges of my lips curved into a smile at the beautiful woman I saw.

“Is this me?” I asked myself. Not even in my wildest dreams did I think I could recover from the shock of my past, but here I was in Adam’s house, living the life I didn’t dare dream of.

It all felt unreal, and I was moved to tears. “Everything will be fine from now on,” Lexi assured me as she stirred.

Putting on the dress, it was even more beautiful than I thought it would be. It hugged my body, showing my curves. Anyone who saw me would look twice to confirm if I was real.

The diamonds shone brightly, gracing my skin with so much light, I was speechless.

There was a silver necklace and other silver bracelets wrapped neatly in a small piece of clothing.

While picking up the lipstick, I didn’t notice there was a blade in the bag. “Aaash!” Only when it cut me did I wince in pain, withdrawing my hand quickly.

I looked at my hand, to check the spot I had been cut. At first, it felt like I was dreaming, but on a closer look, I realized that I wasn’t.

The pain I felt had disappeared and there was no cut or mark on the spot where the blade had cut me. “How the f*ck is this possible?” I asked, staring at my finger.

If I had not been the one who experienced it, I would have assumed it was a lie. There was no scar or mark or anything that could prove I had just gotten an injury, I no longer even felt any pain there!

My brows pulled into a frown as I was sure that I had cut my hand.

I put my hands into the bag again and searched for the blade carefully among the other contents in the bag. My finger landed on its sharp edge again after searching for a while, but I was more careful this time so nothing happened.

My face instantly became white, and I could feel my blood pump backwards at what I saw. On the sharp edges of the blade there were traces of thick red blood-my blood.

I had indeed cut my hand, but somehow, it had either healed up or I was hallucinating.

I could have stayed in the room all day, wondering and sighing. Or I could have kept staring at the blade like a precious object, cooking up different theories to explain what it was that just happened, but I couldn’t.

The sound of the wall clock reminded me that it was almost time for breakfast and I didn’t want to be late for it.

I had to hurry down, but there was something I had to do first.

It felt stupid, but I was going to do it anyway. I cleaned the blade on the piece of clothing the necklace and bracelets were wrapped earlier, and held it up.

My hands trembled as I looked from the blade to my palm. Slowly, I brought the blade forward. Time seemed to stop as the blade moved through the air till it got to my palm. It cut through, and I winced at first as the cold blade made contact with my skin.

I screamed after, throwing the blade down in the process. It skidded off to somewhere in the room, but I was too shocked to know where. I had knocked the bag off the table in the process also and everything in it was scattered on the ground.

The blade had cut my hands and blood was spewing out of it but, in the space of a second divided into a million places, the cut had miraculously closed off on its own. My mouth hung open as I watched the skin glue together miraculously.

I had experienced some strange things and have heard of miracles and magical tricks, but I had never experienced or heard of something this surprising.

“Your highness,” the door opened quickly and the maid, with two heavily armed guards, rushed in. They must’ve heard the bag clatter to the ground.

“I’m fine,” I said quickly as they rushed to my side. I was panting raggedly, like someone who had just done a marathon. My fingers trembled, and my lips quivered despite how hard to compose myself as goosebumps flushed over my skin.

I simply pointed to the bag. “Just take care of this. I’m going to have breakfast now,” and walked out of the room in a hurry, scared that they were going to find out what had happened and label me as a monster.

Just before I got to the dining table, I stopped to catch my breath and calm my trembling body. The goosebumps had disappeared, and I was left with a pounding heart.

When I knew that I was totally calm, I walked into the dining room to meet my husband waiting, all smiles.

“You look marvelous, my Queen,” Adams said, startling me. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t know when I reached the dining table.

“Are you alright? You look pale,” he questioned, peering into my face, and I smiled softly.

“I’m fine.” There was no way I was telling him about what just happened to me, at least, for now.

He didn’t seem to be convinced, but said nothing as we began to eat.

He kept shooting occasional glances at me, which I pretended not to notice.

My thought was about what was currently happening to me. I had no idea if it was because of what the goddess had told me or something else.

“Are you sure you don’t want to see the doctor? You don’t look well, or don’t you like the food?” He asked, breaking my chain of thoughts, and I nodded.

“I’m fine, my love. The food is delicious.”

He nodded, even though it was visible in his eyes that he didn’t believe me.

I could almost not eat the food before me as my mind wasn’t at rest. After struggling for a while, I stood up, making him stare at me like he was seeing a ghost.

“I would like to go to my room now, I… I have some things which require my attention.” There was no way I would tell him I needed to get some rest, or I was feeling tired. He would want to know what was wrong, and I didn’t have an answer for that.

He was sad. It was obvious from the way he squinted his eyes and sighed. He nodded his head slowly and stood up also.

“I’ll escort you to your room then.” He signaled to the maids to clear the table as we both made our way up the stairs.

As we got to the entrance of my room, I turned to open the door but stopped as his voice reached my ears. “You know you can always talk to me about whatever it is that is bothering you, right?”

I turned back to face him before stretching a little to deliver a light kiss to his lips. With that, I opened the door and went into the room before bolting it from behind.

As soon as I heard him leave, I looked around for the blade but couldn’t find it.

The room had now been cleaned, and the bag was sitting peacefully on the table.

I first checked it to know if the maids had found the blade and put it in there but was disappointed when I didn’t find it.

It took a while before I found it lying under the bed, still stained with my blood.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

As I bent to pick it, I heard a voice and straightened up immediately. I made sure to lock the door when I entered the room and there was no way anybody would get in, so who was it?

“In the months to come, you will discover more about yourself and the power that lies in you.”

The voices suddenly spoke and went silent again.

“Goddess, is that you?” I asked, but there was no response. It was just me, all alone.