The Betrayed Alpha And The Cursed King

Chapter 2

Alara's POV

I was awakened by the night and even after I got to my bed, my mind continued to revolve as if it was a stormy night. My mother’s spirit gave me a cold sensation in my stomach which elongated and spiraled each minute that followed. Why had she come? What did she have in mind to explain to me?

Countless questions that sought urgent answers kept coming to my head as I lay in bed, perturbed.

I spent the night tossing and turning in bed as I couldn’t fall asleep, but the fatigue got the best of me and so, I slept off.

I found myself in a strange and unfamiliar land, walking about without no particular place in mind to go.

This went on for awhile and at first ,I wasn’t sure where I was. All I could see was just fog and what seemed to be shadow made the thick of smoke.

The atmosphere was very charged and my breathing became almost laboured and my muscles stiff as I attempted to turn myself around.

But then I saw her. A woman dressed in black attire with multiple circles of light all around her eyes. A witch.

She emerged from the fog, her eyes boring into mine in a way that you feel she can see right through you.

With her spicy, pleasantly husky voice which contains a touch of mystery, she said: “Alara.” “You must listen.”

I tried to turn away,fear ripping through but there was something keeping me on the ground, rooted to the floor. The witch continued to cast a gaze at me as she uttered the next words.

"Alara," She called my name again. "You're about to me betrayed by the one you trust and love the most." Her voice sliced through the thick darkness like a blade.

“What are you talking about?” I said my throat croaky because I could barely believe what I had heard from her mouth. “What do you mean?”

She then moved slightly to one side and closer to me, her robe was hurricane-like. “Cal…he is not who you think he is.”

My heartbeat became irregular, and my mind went blank when she began speaking to me. “What? No, you’re wrong. Cal would never hurt me.”

“You are blind, Alara. You have been bewitched by love." The witch snarled her words at me with a fierce expression. “Blinded by love”.

I could feel the heat rising within me and slowly nodding my head vigorously. “I don’t believe you. Only Cal remained by me all the time when all other people abandoned me. He would never betray me.”

The witch’s eyes shone even darker and her face was impassive as she moved another step towards me.

“You are being warned. He is not who he seems to be. Unsuspecting people like you always feel they could trust their feelings but at the end of the day always end up in disappointment."

But I refused to listen. My adrenaline rose to my head and I eyed the witch down, not willing to accept the words she said. Cal was my every support, the only person I had come across in life, who has always supported me. He loved me, and I loved him. No matter what she tried to say to him, that would not change.

“You’re wrong,” I quietly seethed through my teeth, fists balled at my hips. “I won’t listen to this.”

The witch’s face grew ominous and she sneered. “Then your fate is sealed.”

But before I could find words to say something else, the atmosphere of where I stood suddenly changed. The fog got even worse and I was spinning and spinning for what felt like hours and then I was falling to the barrenness below.

I suddenly jolted, my eyes springing wide open.

Alas! It was a dream.

The dream blew apart around me and I found myself in my own bed, drenched in sweat and my heart flinging itself against my chest. I rubbed my eyes and, for a moment, I did not understand what had happened, only the sound of the witch’s words ringing in my ears.

Cal... a danger? No. It couldn’t be true.

I rubbed a hand over my face to free myself from the foggy feeling I felt as if I just woke up from a dream. That was my imagination, my mind must have played pranks with me because of all the tension that was mounting up.

The least I was going to allow was some unknown figure in my dream to raise questions on my commitment to Cal. He loved me. I knew that in my heart and nothing would change my love for him.

But before I could even convince myself, the door of my room flew open and my brother, Victor was inside the room, looking very much pale and utterly distraught.

“Alara,” he whispered roughly, getting to my bedside hurriedly. “You need to get up. Now.”

Then without any proper wake up call I rubbed my eyes blinking in confusion. “What’s going on? Victor, what’s—?”

“Oh really?” I started to say, but he interrupted me with panic, “There’s a secret meeting.” “At Cal’s house.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What are you talking about?”

Victor had a rather suspicious glance on his face, his eyes were narrowed. “I overhead a couple of the Council members talking last night about you. They are all together at Cal’s house now. And trust me, I do not think that it's a casual visit.”

“What are you saying?” I stood up instantly; a lump began formulating in my throat.

Victor spoke again, and as quietly as before, “There is a conspiracy,” his eyes boring into me like a dagger. “And I think Cal is part of it.”

My breath stuck in my throat. The warning that the witch had given me came to my mind and I could still hear her telling me all of that.

“He is not who you think he is.”