The Cursed Alpha's Only Redemption

The savior

The guards approached and hoisted me up, dragging me away. Olyria ran towards us.

“Wait!“ She screamed. “ I want to talk to my sister one last time before she leaves.“

Her eyes were filled with a pool of tears. Her eyes were red from crying.

“Elara, you could have just confessed that you are a thief , things wouldn't have gotten this far.“ She whispered in a voice too low, meant for only me to hear.

“Well, have fun dying in that wasteland. A wolfless Omega cannot survive long without food and water. In your next life, don't let your mother die while giving birth to you.“ She smirked.

When she noticed that people were looking, she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Sister, you would have just confessed, things wouldn't have gotten this far. I might just go with you.“ She sobbed.

She began following us.

A knight stepped forwards and blocked her path.

“You can't follow them. This is her punishment for committing a crime.“ The knight said.

“But she might not survive.“ Olyria sobbed.

“It's her punishment, she brought it upon herself.“ Julian, the man I have had eyes for since I was a child, the one I couldn't open up to about my feelings, the one that had remained just friends, also the one Olyria had managed to steal with her manipulations , said.

I couldn't get a chance to take another glimpse at him. My neck was too tired to move backwards. I wanted to take a look at him one last time and bid him farewell before I retire to the land of silence.

They led me away, out of the court and dumped me at the boundary that separates the Moonclaw clan and Ashmoon.

I laid there on the deserted soil, the cold evening wind catching into my skin.

The whip marks stung me every second, reminding me of the terror I just went through.

Some rogues ran towards me, I could see them from the dim of my blurry vision.

“Such a pretty face, you can't die just like that without a treat from us. “ They crouched down in front of me. One slid his hand beneath the hem of my garment , his hand hovered all over my thighs. Another fondled my b**bs, I couldn't move a limb , I was too weak, too weak to move and too weak to shout.

“Stop it right there.“ A commanding female voice bellowed. She got down from her horse and stood tall, commanding, she had a blade in her hand ready to strike.

“And who are you that we should obey you?“

She didn't speak, she launched forwards and she struck them with the blade, showing off one of the best fighting skills I had ever seen. The rogues scrambled to their feet.

She lifted me to make me sit up .

“Bring the water jar, she needs to drink water. She is injured.“ She said to someone else that I couldn't open my eyes to see who was on horseback. I felt her press the jar to my lips.

I drank a little of the water. She lifted me not with the strength of a woman but that of three men.

She put me inside the chariots steadying me each time. She had someone else saddle her horse.

We stopped at a little house not too big to contain a lot of people but comfortable enough to be a home to a few people.

She laid me down and brought a napkin drenched in medicine and draped it on the stinging wounds of the whip. It hurt but it helped reduce the pain from the whip.

I woke up in the morning to the shock of my life, the woman who had saved me, the one who wielded the sword against those rogues, looked like my own reflection staring back at me. She had same ocean blue eyes, curly brown hair that fell freely over her shoulders, the same pointed nose, pointed chin and the same lip shape.

I blinked Twice to confirm I wasn't dreaming, or has the whip's effect started to kick in?

“How do you look like me?“ I finally found the voice to speak.

“The same question I had wanted to ask you. I didn't see your face well yesterday because of the fading lights of the evening.“ She replied.

“What's your name?“

“Elara.“

“Interesting “

“What's interesting?“ I asked.

“Your name.“

“Why?“

“My name is also Elara.“

“How is that even possible?“

“Maybe coincidence.“

“That's more than coincidence. First you look exactly like me, then you have my name and you dismiss that as coincidence?“

“No, only an excuse .“

“How old are you?“ I asked.

“Twenty two.“

“Holy moon goddess!“ I exclaimed.

“What?“ She asked.

“Are you twenty two too?“

“Yes.“ I replied.

“Then our parents have questions to answer.“ She said.

“Exactly. Except that I don't have one.“

“Your parents are dead?“

“My mom is dead, my father hates me because she died giving birth to me. He says I killed her. He banished me to this place because my younger sister accused me falsely of stealing her jewelry. So I just assume that he is dead to me.“

Something moved in her expression, the girl who had taken down those rogues looked nothing like the hard girl now, she just had that feminine look and care in her eyes.

“Sorry sis .“

She pulled me into a warm hug but the wound from the whip stung.

“Ouch.“

“Sorry.“ She loosened her grip.

“You called me sis.“

“Yeah, I have always wanted to have a sister but not like the one who framed you.“

I didn't say a word.

“How does it feel like to have a sister?“ She asked.

“It feels mind wrecking. If she sprains her ankle you get blamed for it. If she makes a bad decision that costs her something, she shifts the blame to you. The list is just endless. It's not a good experience for me, maybe for someone else, it is.“

She hugged me again.

“It's okay sis .“