99 Days With My Alpha

Chapter 2

Alana’s POV

I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee. I turned sidewards to see who was making it, and my mother was seated beside me. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying. When I remembered the situation of my life, my chest tightened. I wished I didn't even wake up. I should have died, because I have no reason to stay alive again. I lost my twin brother, my boyfriend and best friend on the same day, just because of some feud my father had with their neighbouring pack that I was sure they could sort out if they sat down and spoke to each other like civilised people.

“You are up.” My mother said with a sad smile that looked forced.

I nodded, trying to sit up, but I was greeted with a sharp pain that ran down my spine. I must have hit my back when I passed out because it really hurts. It was nothing compared to what I was feeling internally, so I forced myself to sit upright.

“How long have I been down?” I asked her.

She looked over at the wall by the side of my bed and replied, “Around ten hours.” She said.

I nodded before I collected the coffee that she had made for me. I took a sip, and it was hot, but I didn't flinch. Somehow, I wanted physical pain to drown the pain I was feeling internally. I wished I would be able to just f*****g erase it. I didn't want to live my life here in my pack, knowing that everyone I cared about or cared for me was gone and there was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t want to wake up tomorrow with the painful realisation that my life was ruined. It was my birthday. It was supposed to be the best day of my life and yet, this happened. I hated that I was never going to view my birthday as a celebration again.

When I was done drinking the coffee, I decided to go back to bed. I had sleeping pills in my drawer, but I was afraid that if I picked up the pills then I would have the urge to empty it into my system and end it all. I didn't want to feel anymore. I just wanted the pain to stop. Knowing that I had to spend the rest of my life this way, death sounded like an escape for me at the moment.

“When are we going to start preparing for the funeral?” I asked my mother.

She sighed, collecting the mug from my hand and placing it on the table.

“Alpha Ronan is going to bring them today. It is tradition that the alpha delivers the bodies of any of the royal family they kill. Your brother is going to be arriving today.” She informed me.

“What about Silas?” I asked, a lump forming in my throat. If I don’t get to see him ever again in my life, then at least I wanted to say goodbye to his body before the funeral.

“I don’t know, Alana. Hopefully he would bring his body too.” She said.

As if on cue, the door was knocked and opened slightly. Nancy stood at the threshold of my room, “Sorry to interrupt you, but Alpha Ronan has arrived.” She told us.

“Okay, we will be coming now.” She dismissed her, and Nancy nodded before she closed the door.

“I am not going.” I shook my head. I didn’t want to face anyone, talkless of the man that killed my brother and boyfriend.

My mother gave me the look, “You have to. Don’t forget, he has two of your brothers with him as hostages and one of them is going to be the alpha of this pack one day. As much as it pains me, we cannot disrespect him because he holds the fate of this pack.” She explained.

“I am not disrespecting him, I just don’t want to go.” I shrugged.

“It is tradition that you go and receive the bodies from him as the eldest child.” She explained.

“I am afraid I won’t be able to keep it in me when I see his stupid goddamn face.” I spat. I hated him, more than words could describe. I had known Ronan’s name for all my life, because he was quite the topic of discussion in my pack. Everyone was terrified of him after he came into power a few years ago, when I was still a child. His name was used to scare children into doing their chores and for a while, it worked on me too. Everyone pictured him as a monster. I was sure he looked like one too.

“You cannot sacrifice the future of the pack because of your mouth,” she rolled her eyes. “Come on, let's go. We can’t keep him waiting.”

I wanted her to say something bad about him. To insult him and curse his existence but she wasn’t doing any of that. It becomes evident every day on how my parents love their pack more than they would ever love us. They had just given birth to us as backup in case something happened to Lucas, the crown alpha of the pack.

“Fine.” I said before I stood up to my feet.

I went into my closet and pried off the clothes on my body. The clothes I wore yesterday, the ones that were soaked in Cami’s blood were gone and I was glad it was. I wouldn’t be able to put myself back in place if I saw it and the memories came flooding back. When I got out of the room, my mother was still there. She took my hand as we headed to the pack court which was just another wing of the palace. Once we reached, there were a lot of pack guards that were standing in front of the court, wearing the exact same attire that the men that killed Cami were wearing.

I tightened the grip I had on my mother’s hand as we got into the court. Once we were there, I raised my head up to see my father, and then Ronan. He was seated on the chair near my father, face stoic and with a big sword in his hands. I have heard so many stories about how he only killed specific kinds of people with his sword, because it drew in their magic and it made him more powerful. He was the only alpha we knew who practised magic. It made him one of the most feared alphas ever.

“They are here.” One of the guards announced, and both my father and Ronan turned their heads to look at us.

I saw the look that flashed into Ronan’s eyes for a second when he saw me. His eyes widened for several moments before he looked away and adjusted back to his stoic and poker face.

“Good day, Alpha Ronan.” My mother bowed down to him.

I stood there, staring at him in his eyes while he stared right back. My mother nudged me, and I rolled my eyes as I bowed down a little and muttered a greeting. What was the worst he could do, kill me? Because he would be welcome to do just that. It wouldn’t be the first death he had caused in this pack. My mother and I went over to the opposite side of where Ronan was and we sat down, near my father’s throne.

He cleared his throat before he started to speak, “Since they are here, we should start. One of your sons died in my hands during the war. I killed him with this sword,” he raised the sword in his hand. I couldn’t help but notice a hint of lilt in his tone. “I came here to deliver the body of your son to you. Two of your sons are in my custody back at my pack.”

“What of Silas?” I asked.

He raised a confused brow, “Excuse me?”

“You killed my boyfriend, the man I was going to get married to. Where the hell did you take his body?” I asked, my fingers curling in rage.

“Alana.” My mother said in a warning tone but I didn't even spare her a look. If she thought that I was going to kiss his ass because he had the crowned prince, then she was delusional because I didn’t care if Lucas died or not. I didn’t really care if anyone died at all.

“A lot of people have been killed in the war. I am only here to bring the only significant person to your parents. The rest were buried in a trench built back in the war ground.” He said, and my chest tightened. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The way he mentioned Silas as insignificant made me want to explode with rage.

A few seconds passed and the anger morphed into pain. I didn't get to meet with Silas again after he promised that he was going to come back to me. I was never going to see his face again or feel his touch again. My heart felt like it was being dragged through fire. I tried to keep myself from crying, because I didn't want Ronan to see my tears. I kept my eyes down as I fondled with the ring on my finger, the one Silas gave me before he left. I promised him that I was not going to take it off until he proposed to me. There goes the proposal, buried in a trench with random people he didn't even know.

“So, as I was saying,” Ronan continued. “I am going to release one of your two sons, when my land is handed over to me. I will keep the other one, who I assume is the future alpha of the pack.” He said.

A land. A freaking land. It was what cost me almost everyone I have ever cared for in my life. I tossed a dirty look at my father. He had told us that the feud was something deep. I thought it had to be homicide, but a freaking piece of land?

“What do we have to do for you to release my other son?” My father asked, bitterness laced in his tone.

“You are going to marry off your daughter to me.” He said.

I raised my head to look at him, and Ronan was staring at me with nothing but darkness behind his eyes. He had to be f*****g kidding me.