Mated To Alpha Gregory

Lilith’s POV

He stared at me… angrily.

He had this face which ordered me to leave him alone, but I wasn’t going to do that till I got the information I needed from him.

“What do you want?” He managed to ask, the look on his face still warning me to go back away.

I turned towards the door still open. A guard had followed me inside to protect me, but right now, I didn’t need any protection. All I wanted was to get this man alone, to ask him what he knew.

“You can leave us,” I muttered to the guard.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“My Queen, I’m sorry, I can not do that. This man is a dangerous criminal awaiting trial. The Alpha will have my neck if any harm should come to you,” the guard replied.

He stood his ground, as if to tell me not to bother persuading him because he wouldn’t listen.

I sighed and smiled at him. “It’s fine, nothing will happen to me. He knows better than to try anything fun. Rest assured I will alert you if needs be.”

“But my queen…” he was saying before I cut him short.

“No buts, just trust me and do what I say.”

He still stood and wouldn’t move. I had to think really smart to get him to leave the room for us. “… except if you no longer want to have a job, then be my guest.”

I hated doing what I did, but it seemed like the only reasonable thing I could do at the moment. I curved my lips, forming a sarcastic smile.

Realizing his job was in danger, he began to move back slowly before closing the door behind him. I didn’t hear the clicking sound of the lock, which meant that he didn’t lock it.

I was satisfied, so long as I got my privacy. My heart banged hard against my chest as I continued walking towards the man.

He looked innocent and he didn’t have a scar. But the thought of staying in a secluded room with a stranger who could harm me any moment filled me with dread and made my heart race wildly.

He moved back as I got closer and sat on the bed. I noticed his eyes were swollen, like he had been hit there by someone.

My hands suddenly had a mind of their own and stretched towards him to touch the swollen spot. He recoiled back, avoiding my touch.

“Who did this to you?” I asked him.

“Should you be asking that? What do you even want with me?” He demanded furiously.

“I just want to talk… okay?”

“I don’t want to talk to you or Ben or anyone. You are all scumbags,” he spat out, turning his back to me.

I understood his reason for being furious even if he didn’t say it. He was innocent, I saw it in his eyes.

Also, even though he had the same face as the assassin, there was no way he could go out and come into the prison with mean guards like the one outside without getting stopped.

“I know you are innocent, that is why I have come.”

He turned to look at me and our eyes met. Then he sighed and burst into tears.

“Why didn’t you say that before the council? Why didn’t you say that before the Alpha? Why are you saying that now?” Tears streamed across his face so freely, one would think he was a child.

I felt a pang of guilt in my heart as I looked at him. He must have gone through a lot in the hands of the guards to feel this terrible.

“The… there was nothing I could do there. You saw the council members, they hate me. And Adam… he was too blinded by fury to even listen to anything I said. I’m sorry.”

My pleas danced through the air, into his ears as he cleaned the tears from his face and he turned around fully to sit beside me.

We sat in silence for a while, lost in our thoughts. “I still wonder how you share the face of that criminal, he’s the reason you are here.”

He looked up at me, sadness visible in his eyes, and looked down. “My mother gave birth to a set of triplets thirty years ago…”

I faced him, realizing he was about to tell me the story of his life.

“… two boys and a girl. According to what we were told, the second boy died immediately we were born, while the girl died two days after in my mother’s hands. She was very tiny and almost didn’t have life inside her. It seemed as though all the nutrients needed for her to grow while in our mother’s belly were being used up by us. For days and nights, my mother wept, and my father tried his best to comfort her. He would tell her not to give up since I was still alive, assuring her that they would be blessed with other children. His words fell on deaf ears, and she died also, a week later.”

Tears flowed freely from his eyes, down through his cheeks. I was moved to tears also as my eyes welled up.

“My father became depressed, because he loved my mother. He got a nanny to take care of me and neglected me most of the time because he believed I wasn’t enough to give my mother hope, which was why she died.”

“That’s cruel,” I butted in. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, he knew it wasn’t my fault but… all he wanted was an excuse to take away the memories, coupled with numerous bottles of wine.”

“That is so tragic,” I whispered.

“No, my queen,” he laughed amidst tears. “That is not the tragedy.”

He coughed, and I rushed to the guards to get me water. It was given to me in less than a minute and I gave it to him.

After calming down a bit, he continued his story while I listened attentively.

“Ten years ago, one calm night. My father was not drunk, which was an unusual sight. He rested on the balcony, staring at the stars. He called me to come, and we stood in silence for a while before apologizing. He apologized for the awful way he treated me, he apologized for not really playing the role of a father, he apologized for letting me down. That night, I finally felt like my father’s son as he hugged me. Suddenly, someone jumped onto the balcony and said ‘give me some gold, or I will kill you old man.’ Whatever made me hide behind my father that day, I do not know, but I remained there as my father argued with him. In the end, he stabbed the old man and froze as he saw my face till he was caught.

“Why did he freeze? Couldn’t he have run away?

“He could have, but… he didn’t have the mind to run after seeing my face. His mask was yanked off, and I saw no other person but the assassin you are all searching for… my dead brother.”

It was almost day break when I left his cell and couldn’t get his words out of my head. His brother didn’t die when he was little, rather, he was hidden and probably sold off to someone who needed a baby.

My wolf twisted and turned inside me as the story crumbled my composure. I wanted to go to my room, but my stomach grumbled inside me, reminding me that I hadn’t had anything to eat since the day before.

I stopped to go to the kitchen, but stopped when I heard shouts coming from afar. I moved closer and recognized the sound as Adams’ voice, he was back.

Running towards the sound of his voice, I realized I was headed towards Ben’s bedroom, and it made me wonder, what was all the fuss about this time?

“Where is Lilith? How dare you send your assassin to kill her after trying the same on me but failed?” He had a sword in his hand which could cut Ben in two without him realizing it.

He was in a burst of rage, and it didn’t seem like words could calm him, except maybe my presence.

“Adams, I’m here.” He turned back immediately and his gaze softened, seeing my face.

“Where were you Lilith, I was worried sick.” He moved closer and hugged me so tightly like that would be the last time he would see me. “Are you hurt anywhere? I heard the assassin escaped from prison and tried to hurt you. Is that true?”

“That is not true, Adams. As a matter of fact, Ben is innocent, and you have an innocent man locked up in prison.”