All Chapters of HER RESURRECTION: The Alpha's Princess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

FRANCESCA The sun was starting to set when I finally stood up to leave. I had been at my mom's tomb all day, crying my eyes out as I paid her homage. It was her anniversary that day and my boyfriend, Jason had promised to go with me to the cemetery. But a board meeting had come up and had truncated our plans, forcing me to go alone. Now, I was here, torn and broken, staring at the inscription on her tombstone: Ella Johnson. A beloved mother. That was who she was to me. My beloved mother. I still could not believe she was gone. I still hoped that one day I would wake up to her sitting by my bed, holding a plate of pancakes and teasing me for thinking she was dead. But that was a desire that could never be actualized. She was dead. She had died a year ago from cancer. The memory still hurt badly because everyone thought she was gonna survive it. She had been responding well to treatment but had suddenly not woken up the next morning. It was strange and I was yet to figure things

RIOIt was a struggle but I was finally able to open my eyes after some time. It had felt like scales had been used to seal my eyelids such that they were heavy to lift.However, after a few trials, my eyes fluttered open but I soon shut them because of the sharpness of the sun's rays. The sun was facing me directly and its lights hurt my tired eyes. Groaning loudly, I brought an arm to my forehead, trying to shield myself from the harshness of the sun, but even that was difficult because my arm felt like a weight. It was suddenly too heavy to lift.As if this was not enough, my head was aching badly, like someone was pounding it with a pestle. As I lay there, I wondered what had happened and why I was in so much pain.My entire body hurt. I could not tell where exactly was in pain but it felt like I was swollen everywhere. My body did not feel like mine anymore; it felt so heavy and this scared me.Opening my eyes again — this time, shielding my face from the sun — I looked to the s

FRANCESCA "We all knew you were different when you were born. First, you were not born the regular way and second, a light shone on your forehead like a diamond shape when you came out of your mother. You also did not have the pointy ears or paleness of an elf. This had never happened before so the elders claimed that you might be dangerous and should be killed but your parents refused. They didn't want to kill their only daughter. "Zuri, your mother's friend, was not happy about this in particular and she tried to convince your mother. She even went as far as saying that you'll bring doom to Irkstone. She was a seer so she lied to your mother that she had seen into your future. "But your mother could not bear to kill her child. Angry that your mother won't listen to her, Zuri left Irkstone. She was never really part of us. She was a sorceress your mother had found almost dead in the woods. You would think she would be faithful to your mother for saving her, but no, Zuri killed you

FRANCESCA It has been three days since I found myself stuck in this new world with no way out. Three days yet I was just as confused and heartbroken as the first day. Nothing seemed to make sense: not the ragged dressing, not the buildings, not even the food. That morning, Madam Creese — the old lady had told me to call her that — had made me some pancakes which looked different from what I was used to. They were more like crepes or tortillas, unlike what was made in the future. According to Madam Creese, I was over five hundred years behind time. Living here would require a lot of getting used to and the truth was that I was tired even before I could explore this new world. I wanted to return to my old life. I wanted to live in my house, sit on my bed, read my novels, and go for a walk. I wanted to be able to visit my mother's gravestone anytime I wanted to. I wanted to see my friends again. As I stood by the river, I found myself wondering what my friends were thinking about

FRANCESCA Madam Creese did not say anything to me until we got to the cottage. She had simply held me by the wrist and pulled me along as we walked back to the cottage. She was only an old woman but sometimes, her strength amazed me. The walk back to the cottage had been quite long. I had not realized that I had walked farther from the cottage until now. I had simply followed my feet where it led me — and it had led me to the river. Now I knew why Madam Creese was mad at me. She had clearly told me to stay within the confines of the cottage for my safety but I had gone ahead and flouted that rule. "I'm sorry," I said the moment we got into the cottage. "For what?" Madam Creese stared blankly at me, her grey eyes lacking any emotion. I was taken aback by this and I stared back at her, confused. "For what, Mila?" She probed and my brows furrowed. Back there, she had called me Francesca but here she was calling me Mila. I could not understand this old lady. "For leaving the cotta