The Alpha's Luna Of Vengeance

Episode6

Lilian’s POV

The last thing I remembered before passing out cold at the Pack's healer's clinic was the furious face of Alpha Zian demanding I tell him why a witch assassin was after me.

If only he knew I was as clueless as he was. Thank the goddess I claimed amnesia when they found me–which was half the truth though, because even though I have all my memories from my time as Lilian, I don't have a single memory of the body housing my soul.

Who are you Lalita? And a witch assassin? Not even in my wildest of dreams would I imagine a witch assassin being after her. She looks so…so frail, and has a somewhat innocent look. What crime could she have committed to have a witch assassin on her trail?

I was still lost in thought, trying to make sense of everything that had happened in less than twenty-four hours of being alive when the door opened, and with it came the woody spicy scent of Alpha Zian.

I was on my feet in a heartbeat.

Sidra, who had been quiet since my eyes peeled open, was suddenly on all fours in my mind, drooling over him.

I guess this was it. He's probably here to tell me I'll be on my way this morning just as agreed.

Well..

“You're not leaving,” he said, like he could read my thoughts.

My eyes widened with relief, as I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

“I’m–I’m not?” I stammered softly, and couldn't help but smile at Alaric. I just know deep in my soul this has something to do with him somehow.

Alaric was about smiling at me, but a single look from Alpha Zian had him schooling his expression.

Alpha Zian went on telling me this was only temporary–with no fixed timeline, just until the Pack's Physician is able to cure my amnesia, and he didn't forget to add me paying with my life if he finds out I was lying, and I was only a spy sent to infiltrate his Pack.

I almost smiled at the last part, but kept my expression as neutral as possible.

He introduced me to Vivienne, his Beta. A tall woman with short auburn hair, hard hazel eyes, with a lean athletic build that shows she's earned every bit of her Beta status.

"Hello, Lalita. I'm Vivienne," Vivienne said, stretching her hand to me. "I think we are going to get along.”

“I think so too,” I said with a small smile, as I accepted her handshake. As expected, her hands were hard, or maybe Lalita’s were just too soft.

Alpha Zian didn't waste time anymore, as he and Alaric made their way out, leaving me behind with just Vivienne.

Vivienne stared at me for a few long and very uncomfortable seconds. “You can drop the weak girl act now,” she finally said. “I don't buy that.”

“I don't like her,” Sidra immediately hissed through the mindlink.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” I said, and sat back on the bed.

“Many people don't know this, but one's eyes always tell the truth,” she said, like I asked her.

The corner of my lips curved into a smile. “And what truth do my eyes tell you, Vivienne?” I asked, holding her gaze.

If she thinks she's going to scare me with a few hard gazes. She has never been more wrong in her entire life. I've dealt with worse than this. Pompous assholes Alpha's who think everyone should worship the ground they walk on–I’ve had my share of hard gaze, and this doesn't scare me one bit.

“That you're hiding something,” she said, and I almost scoffed.

So that's it? All this false arrogance was just to tell me I'm hiding something? Girl, please.

“Maybe I am, maybe I'm not,” I shrugged nonchalantly, not bothering to keep up with the damsel act. At least she saw through that.

She smiled, and I don't know if that's a good thing or not.

An uncomfortable silence swept over the room, as we were both lost in our thoughts, but still kept our gaze on each other, no one agreeing to bow to the other.

Then the door opened, and Alaric stepped in carrying a tray of food.

“Everything okay?” he asked, sensing the tense environment. He glanced at me, then at Vivienne, who just shrugged.

“Yea,” I answered. “Just girls talk.”

Alaric didn't buy my response, but didn't say anything either. Instead, he placed the tray on a stool beside me.

Alaric pointed to a bowl of funny looking liquid. “You’ll need to drink this first, to wash out the remaining traces of witchgrass in your system.”

“Wash out what?” I stared at Alaric with wide eyes. If my ears aren't playing tricks on me, I'm sure Alaric just said witchgrass. A substance that's extremely lethal to a witch, and..

“You didn't know?” He asked, looking genuinely confused.

“Know what?”

“The assassin last night used witchgrass on you,” he explained, leaving me more confused. “Thankfully, the Pack's physician was familiar with how to reduce the effects. If not, you'd be–”

“Dead,” Vivienne cut in. “Or maybe being a hybrid saved your ass.”

Okay, okay, hold up. Witchgrass, hybrid. What in the world was going on?!

Can a girl at least have a break? I died. Got reborn. Almost died again by a substance that felt worse than when my body went up in flames, and now this? I'm a witch?...no an hybrid?...

“Lalita, are you okay?” Alaric’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I looked over at him, and saw his face etched with worry.

“I’m fine,” I lied. “The assassin from last night, where is he?” I asked. He was the closest thing to me finding out things about Lalita. If I can at least find out who sent him, it'll give me an idea about the life Lalita lived.

“Dead,” Vivienne answered before Alaric could. Something tells me she enjoys saying that word.

“He committed suicide before we could get anything useful out of him,” Alaric explained. “You don't remember being a witch?” Alaric asked, and all I could do was shake my head in response, as I didn't trust the words that'd come out of my lips.

Vivienne chuckled. “That explains it,” she said. “For one so young, you've got pretty interesting enemies.”