Mated To Alpha Gregory

Lilith’s POV

I sat on the bed, bored to death in my room.

Adams didn’t sleep, no matter how much I tried to make him. He kept pacing around the room and in the end, he called a meeting of the council and left for it in a hurry.

I walked to the window at first, staring at the training ground. It was empty and it reminded me of Dale. What was she doing now? Why haven’t I seen her all day?

Unable to endure the boredom any longer, I decided to step out, to check on Ronan perhaps. I made my way to the room and opened it slowly.

The doctor was still there with his assistant but his bags were packed, like he was done with what he was doing.

Barely visible smoke lingered around Ronan’s bed. My legs made soft clicking sounds, bringing the doctor’s attention towards me.

He bowed slowly and his assistant followed suit. “My Queen, I was just about to send my assistant to get you. I have administered treatments on him and will be back tomorrow to change his bandage.”

“Thank you for everything doctor, what would we have done without you?”

“You flatter me my Queen, I am at your service, always.” There was this satisfied smile on his face and it gladdened my heart.

“How is he? Do you think he will wake up?”

He scratched the back of his head before answering. “Truthfully my Queen, I am not sure. We can only pray and keep hoping for a speedy recovery.”

I inhaled deeply and coughed as some of the smoke got into my lungs.

“I’m sorry your highness, here’s some water.” He handed me a small cup half filled with water and I took a sip, soothing my throat and calming my nerves.

“Thank you sir.”

He smiled, collecting the cup from me. I stared from the pans to the smoke, watching it swirl around Ronan’s bed like a cloud.

He must have noticed me staring at it as he cleared his throat. “The smoke of Ashara.”

“What?” I asked, turning to face him.

“That is its name, the smoke of Ashara, produced by burning Ashara roots. The first time I knew of it was when my father used it for his father when he became unconscious after a fall.”

“Oh,” I whispered. “Did he survive it?”

“He didn’t. The man was too old and saving him was pointless. My father wanted to try either way. He cried for days after the old man passed away as he was his father’s only male child.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I whispered softly as his story made me sober.

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“What about your father, is he well?”

He became quiet after that and it made me wonder if I asked a question I shouldn’t have.

“I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t, I…”

“It’s fine my Queen, you didn’t do anything wrong. He’s also late, he died a few years ago at a very old age. He taught me everything I know.”

A sad look settled on his face and I could say it was contagious as I began to feel sad for him also.

I decided to change the subject, that’s the least I could do after bringing up his ugly memories.

“So… Do you know how this Ashara smoke came about and why it is scarce?”

His mood brightened up and I saw an enthusiasm to speak about the things he knew.

“It is believed that the Ashara smoke was first used by the goddess on a certain man when he had a great fall from a mountain. After he recovered, he gained her trust and she always protected him but he betrayed her by stealing something very priceless which belonged to her. So she cursed him, making him the first Lycan. These roots are also believed to lift a curse if used in a certain way so the goddess uprooted it all and planted it at the very tip of the highest mountain. The plant used to grow everywhere which meant that it could be easily accessible. Back then, the Lycan hated his curse and sought to break from it because his wife and children and villagers became scared of him. He set out on a journey to the mountaintop but he never came back.”

I found the story both amazing and intriguing. As a child, different stories had been told to me about the first Lycan, his curse and the goddess but I had never heard this one.

“So what happened to him?” I asked curiously.

“No one knows, he probably died. The top of the mountain is filled with nothing but ice due to how far away it is from the ground and its closeness to the sky. Many people who went to the top hardly make it back alive so the resources found there are rare and expensive.”

He looked at the clock and gasped. “I’m sorry but I have to leave now your highness, there are patients I put on hold at the pack hospital. It was great talking to you.”

“It was great talking to you too.”

He bowed and left the room with his small bag while his assistant carried the big one just as before, closing the door behind him.

I moved closer to Ronan, checking if he would move but he lay still. I picked up a chair and sat beside him, waiting for Adam.

The council meeting would surely be heated and going there would have been nice but I decided against it, remembering his words to not go anywhere close to the hall.

I sang a song, one my mother would always sing for me whenever I cried as a child. Seeing Ronan In this state made me remember my parents and I cried, realizing how much I missed them.

I soon stopped singing and picked up a book on a near-by shelf. I read it out loud, casting occasional glances at Ronan to see if he would move.

Tired of reading, I dropped the book and stared at his wounds. A voice whispered in my ears, urging me to touch it.

I didn’t want to as I wasn’t sure what effects it would have so I stayed put. But the temptation came again and this time, I didn’t resist.

I ran my fingers from the bruises of his face, down to his heart. It was beating slowly and irregularly like it was hit by an inexperienced drummer.

Running my hands a little bit further, I came to his bandaged side and placed my hand on it. It was warm and it had patches of blood on it.

In the space of a millisecond, something strange happened. Light began to shine from my hands and the bandage caught fire.

I screamed and ran back in fear, watching it burn out from a distance. I looked at my hands, wondering what just happened but I couldn’t find a logical explanation for it.

After a while, the bandage had burnt off completely. It came as a shock however when I peeped at the spot of the burn and saw his skin joining together.

Within a few seconds, every opening as a result of the injuries on his body had closed and his skin was restored to the way it was before.

Anyone seeing him now wouldn’t know he had just been involved in an attack.

Then, he sneezed and sat up with a start. It seems as if a massive weight was lifted off my chest as I ran to him.

“Ronan, are you alright?” I asked.

He looked at me and stared deeply into my eyes. I thought he felt that way because I was too close so I moved back a little but didn’t take my eyes off him.

“Ronan, can you see me?”

“He tried to speak but couldn’t as no sound came from his mouth. He coughed after and I realized he needed water so I ran and got some for him.

He drank it speedily and sighed. He looked at me again and opened his mouth to speak. This time, his voice came out but I didn’t expect what I heard.

“Who are you? Where am I?”