Tale Of A Cursed Alpha

Luna’s Pov

“It is a beautiful day.” That is the first thought that crossed my mind as I awakened to a choir of birds singing happily in the tree behind my window.

Hearing their melody seemed to be reassuring me that everything would be alright. Nevermind that I had another nightmare most of which I could not recall although I could not forget the terror that coursed through my veins. I stretched my limbs to a satisfying chorus of cackles from my muscles and rose on to my knees as I turned toward the window which I had either left open or opened sometime in the middle of the night. I placed my elbows on the windowsill and my mind wandered as I watched the small hummingbirds Twitter as they leapt from flower to flower. Of course they were happy. Who wouldn’t be when they had that much resources at their disposal? I on the other hand could not say as much for myself.

I was still lost in thoughts when I heard a knock at the door. I got out of bed and waddled to the door. I rubbed my eyes as I pulled the door open just in time to see Jamil starting to walk away. He heard the door open and turned toward me, beaming an apologetic smile.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” He muttered softly but I shook my head.

“You didn’t. Don’t tell me I have missed my chore schedule!” I muttered half-heartedly to which he flashed another slight smile.

“You don’t need to worry about that. You don’t look like you are ready for the tour.” He muttered as he made a quick eye sweep.

I must have grown as red as a tomato as I looked down at my dress. I had slept in yesterday’s dress and my hair had slept free last night as well. I couldn’t see much but I kne without doubt that I looked horrible. As though to drive the point home, my skull chose that exact time to send me an itch.

“I should leave you. We will be out back when you are done.” The poor man practically ran. Who could blame him? I had successfully traumatized him with my totally antisocial habits. “Oh well!” I shrugged realizing he had mentioned, ‘we’ as I made my way back into my room and set to work preparing for the day. Coming out of the room, I stared at the dirty clothing distastefully as I wondered who would try to pummel me into dust when I attempted to wash it. I pushed it out of the way as I walked to the wardrobe. It took a lot of effort because given that the clothes were knockoffs from someone or some people as the case may be, they weren’t exactly fitted to my length with most either too big or too small for me. I wondered if some of them belonged to a child because I really could not imagine a lady that would be slimmer than I. Luckily, I managed to find an appropriate one before too long. A pink chiffon dress that was so long it was sweeping the earth behind me and that was not all. The cloth was a bit too large at the neckline, continually falling off my shoulders which was rather strange considering that the other parts of the dress fitted me perfectly.

Done, I admired myself in the mirror. Apart from the dress which got a frown from me, my other components such as my hair which I had made into a bun and my flat black sandals which again were hand me downs, were all good to go. I took one last look at the mirror and decided I had been through worse than a horrible dress.

Bursting out into the backyard, I could see Jamil, Blaire and Ulo sitted side by side on the wood benches. They seemed to be engrossed in a conversation of sorts, I noticed. I stopped in the doorway as I drifted between returning to my room and going out to break them up. The decision was soon made for me however as Jamil noticed me and whistled. This got Blaire’s attention and the look convinced me that looks really could kill. I could feel my heart shrivelling up in my chest. The third person simply spared me a glance before returning his eyes to whatever game he was playing with his fingers.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

With Blaire’s venomous look keeping me in place, I watched as Jamil whispered something in her ears before he came over to me. “Nice dress you got there.” He commented and I reddened knowing it was not a compliment.

“I had nothing else.” My voice sounded alien even to me.

“I meant it. You don’t have much experience with party dresses, do you?” He questioned and my brows furrowed as I wondered what he was talking about. He raised a hand toward my shoulder and paused in mid-air, “may I?” I had no idea what he was doing exactly but I nodded nonetheless after all, what was the worst that could happen?

My eyes followed his hands as he fiddled with the dress and soon enough, the dress was hanging off on one shoulder while the other side hugged my neck. It still wasn’t my favorite type of dressing but this looked much better than what I had arranged myself. He stepped back and took a look at his work with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. I blushed again, ashamed that a man knew more about female dresses than I did but then again…

“Told you it was a nice dress. Let’s go meet the others?” I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t sure the others wanted me there but something told me he would not buy that so arm tucked in arm we made our way to the bench of the witch and the quiet one. Not my favorite sport.