All Chapters of Tale Of A Cursed Alpha : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

BlaireIf my chest were like a sack, I would cut it open and remove my heart. If my heart were not so good at serving two goals, pumping blood and making big deals out of nothing, I would have removed it and crushed it into a thousand pieces. If my heart could be removed, I would wash it clean, turn it inside out and wash it clean again before returning it into my chest. Maybe then, I would stop being hunted by these terrible emotions. Maybe then, I wouldn't feel so strongly about everything that I saw. Maybe then, I wouldn't spend every day stewing away in my own tears, but sadly, all of these are but thoughts. My body is made of flesh and bones, thoughts and feelings, things that were not so easily expunged. I sat in the swing, my legs dangling just above the ground, my head resting on its arm, my hand holding its weight. To say I was lost in thoughts would be an epic understatement. Right now, emotions were swirling within me like an overheated pot of thick soup. Each bubble sent

Jamil"Are you sure about that?" Beta Green asked, his face looking even more tired in the nightlight. We were sitting in his study, a small room that smelled like books and oil and books. I held back the urge to sigh as I stared out the window and saw the moon beaming brilliantly on the earth. For the umpteenth time, I wondered why wolves could not be like the celestial bodies. Forever fixed in the firmament, not having to worry about having to fall from their perch in the heavens. Come rain, come sunshine, come winter, come autumn, you could always bank on them to be there. If perhaps, it was too cloudy and the sun or moon did not show, you could be certain they would be there the next day. There was no guile or pretense with them, just simple duty. It was not so with wolves. Unlike the animals which we take most of our attributes from, we seem to be more interested in our individual gain than the good of the entire pack. We didn't care who got betrayed, hurt or even died so long as

JamilWhen your usually jovial friend starts crying about being a monster, what do you tell them? You are not a monster? Or yes, you are one, so suck it up and make the best of it? Listening to Blaire cry sent several thoughts racing through my head as I thought about how best to get her off her haunches. Maybe if I had had a moment to think about it, then I would have known something better to say. (Note: as carefree and sweet as I like to think I am, I have never for once understood women. They say they are feeling bad so you tell them a joke only for them to go ballistic on you. It is no wonder that I feel more comfortable around my own gender. Even Ulo, who is the worst of us by my own standards does not take my words and use them against me.) I looked up at the sky, making a small prayer as I turned my attention back to Blaire. "Of course not. You are not a monster. Why would you even think that?" I cooed, swiping my thumb over her face. "I am." She cried again, pushing me awa

Luna The first thing I noticed was the door which looked like the trunk of a very wide, though not so tall tree. I hesitated but Indrik was not having any of that as he pulled me in with him. Inside the hut was so cozy, I could barely control the urge to curl up and sleep on the bed. It didn't seem possible but the ground seemed to be covered with living grass that teased at my legs, urging them to get out of their covering and seek refuge in them instead. The bed seemed to be made of plant matter as well. The four bedposts which each grew to be about five feet and bore leaves which grew into each other in a manner reminiscent of the trees in the entry point seemed to have grown directly from the ground. Curious about it, I bent over and took a look at the bed. Like I had suspected, it was also made of grass, like the one on the ground except this one seemed even fluffier. I placed my hand on it and hardly realized when I crept into the bed. Laying down on it, it was like I had die

Luna "Who are you?" I asked again, my voice extremely soft. Whoever could speak to trees and order them around was definitely a force to be reckoned with and to be feared. "Sorry about that. He just would not listen to me. You know what children are like, right?" He continued in his voice which now sounded like the sound of a thousand falling leaves. I looked behind me wondering why Indrik was yet to come out. I regretted it instantly. The hut was gone and in its place were even more trees which were keeping us enclosed. I did a 360 degree turn, yet I could not see anything apart from trees around us. My blood seemed to be turning to lead as I turned back to the man. "Where is Indrik?" I asked, scared to know what his response would be. "The boy? He is just fine." He waved his branch arms and a few leaves fell off, swirling as they made their way to the ground. I wasn't sure I believed him but I didn't think I was left with many other choices. "Who are you and what do you wan