She is the Alpha

Chapter 6

Lorraine's POV…

"Lorraine!! What's wrong?" Frances asked, rushing after me and effortlessly catching up with me.

Soon enough, I felt myself being lifted up, and I turned to give Cane a stern look that was meant to be an order to put me back on my feet, but he paid me no attention as he followed the instructions of an overly worried Frances to take me to my room.

The instant the doors to my room flung open, I pointed at the toilet, and Cane wasted no time getting me there.

Soon enough, I was emptying all of my guts in the toilet and suddenly felt faint as Frances held my hair up.

After my stomach had settled, Frances helped clean me up while Cane went down to the kitchen to ensure soup was prepared for me.

About twenty minutes later, he came dashing into my bedroom with a tray of chicken vegetable soup, fruits, and some chocolate croissants, my favorites.

I wanted so badly to tell them off and tell them not to worry too much about me, but clearly, it would only be a waste of time, and I was beyond embarrassed at how weak I was to boss anyone around.

"What's really going on with her? Shouldn't she be fine by now?" Frances asked as Asia looked me over suspiciously.

"Goddess knows what's wrong because from what I can see, the injury should have healed better by now, but her energy level seems surprisingly low.

In fact, it's too low for any Lycan; at this point, she's extremely weak and shouldn't even leave this room until she's much better.

Look, we can prod and prod if we like, but this is no ordinary stabbing; it's from a poisoned blade." Asia was explaining, but I was beside myself with worry and on the verge of a full-blown panic attack.

"How could I tell anyone that I can't feel my Lycan, I can't freaking reach her?

Ever since I woke up, I've been feeling quite strange. I haven't been able to mind link anyone, sense people's auras, read their thoughts, or use any of my Lycan abilities.

It suddenly feels like it's all gone, and I feel so empty.

What's happening to me?

Why did my legs feel so heavy afterward?

Why do I suddenly feel so weak like those humans who are incapable of any supernatural strength?!" I wondered in my head as I tried to balance my breathing and not hide my suspicions.

Right now, the only excuse I've got is this injury; the poison did its job.

Well, it's a poisoned blade. It's meant to take souls away; the fact that I am still living and breathing is almost impossible.

But I am being treated, So why am I not healing or getting better?

"What did he do to me? why did he do it?" I groaned out as soon as everyone left my room.

I stared at my hands, and they looked pretty much the same as they always did. So, I mustered up some energy and walked over to the full-length mirror to take a closer look at myself.

"Why do I look the same, yet I feel so weak?

What's going on, Snow?" I said to no one in particular.

"I'm scared," I muttered under my breath. In a spiral of emotion, I found myself punching hard against the plain walls by the side of the mirror as an outlet to express my anger.

After the third punch, it felt as though my hands were on fire and the bones were about to break into a thousand pieces, but I didn't care. I have no time to spare for weakness.

I continued to punch at the wall until the pristine white walls turned a dark shade of red, distastefully stained by my blood.

"Why am I not healing??? Why does it hurt so much?? Is this a dream? Am I going insane??" I wondered as hot tears of frustration suddenly began to make their way down my cheeks. I cried in front of the mirror for what seemed like an hour, but it was just a few minutes.

I can't remember the last time I cried; it's a sign of weakness, and I don't do weaknesses, but now I am just a pathetic slob, pretending to be what I am not.

I got back into bed feeling defeated and still bleeding, and used my pillow to muffle my screams. I spent the next hour just staring, staring into oblivion, as I wondered why Stefan would do something this cruel to me.

Yes, his father, Reggie, has always had it out for me ever since I became Alpha of the Kingdom of Casyilia at sixteen.

He wasn't too pleased about the situation, seeing as he was my late father's Beta and felt entitled to the throne. He always stated that I was a woman and therefore incapable of ruling justly without emotions.

As though that wasn't enough, he plays the age card at every council meeting we have, constantly looking for ways to prove that he is more experienced and better suited to lead the Kingdom.

So the Idea of Stefan trying to kill me doesn't seem too foreign to me; I'd always known Reggie to be a desperate power, hungry chameleon who acted friendly and graceful in front of people but would spare nothing in getting his hands dirty whenever it came to bring me down.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice when sleep slowly began to take over. I just suddenly felt so tired. It was like the tiredness suddenly descended on me, and sleep was the only way my body could cope.

Soon, the darkness embraced me again, and I felt light.

***

The next morning, I woke up on a much better note. I was highly determined to get to the root of this issue while ensuring no one found out the truth about me losing my Lycan powers; otherwise, that would mean the easiest Alpha takeover in history.

I could list at least five names who would be more than happy and ready to challenge me as Alpha the instant word of this gets out. After all, I was only rightfully crowned Alpha after beating my Uncle Lirius, who was acting Alpha but had refused to step down in a public fight until the opponent surrendered or died.

That is why, to this day, the bad blood between him, my cousin Cole, and me continues to blossom. He never really got over the fact that a sixteen-year-old pup beat him and publicly disgraced him. Hence, this would be the perfect opportunity for him to exert his revenge on me, and I'm certain that with how weak I currently feel, even the lowest Lycan in the Kingdom could wipe the floors with me.

After showering, I wore big navy blue striped suit pants, a dress shirt, leather gloves, and comfortable black loafers.

I took my time packing my hair up into a slick ponytail, and then I decided to head downstairs for breakfast.

I completely insisted on dressing alone today because I worried the maids would be able to sniff out my extremely weak aura.

"Good morning, Alpha!!" I heard everyone I passed by in the palace say as they bowed their head, showing me their necks in submission to their authority.

"Good morning Lor-Alpha. I was just heading up to your bedroom

Did you rest well? You have a visitor.

I tried mind-linking you, but I just couldn't reach out to you. Almost got me worried sick." Frances said, and I smiled .

"Oh, I'm very fine.

I've been getting these bouts of headaches since I came to. The links and different voices in my head have greatly added to it, so I decided to block everyone out.

That's why you can't reach me." I lied through my teeth.

"So who's the visitor?" I asked, walking up to her.

"It's Stefan, The man who saved you." She said, and it took me every restraint I had in me to stop myself from barking out at her.

"Where is he?" I asked in a straight voice.

"He's in your study, Alpha." She responded.

"Alright, get me Cane and the elite the team. They should meet me in my study as soon as possible." I said as I walked past her and began to head straight for my study.

"Lorrain-Alpha.!" He called out. Bowing his head and showing me his neck in submission as I walked into the studio.

"How have you been? I came as soon as I heard you were conscious. Does it hurt too much? How are you feeling now? Much better?" he asked with genuine concern written all over his face. If I hadn't been there that night myself, I would have sworn that he was genuinely concerned about me.

But staring at him now, I was certain of one thing!

He obviously came here to check if his plans had succeeded, and now he must be utterly heartbroken that they failed, and I'm still alive.

"I'm actually stunned that you still managed to show your deceitful face here, even after what you've done!!" I barked out at him.

"What I've done? What did I do?" He asked, acting all shocked.

"Lorraine? What is it? What's the problem?" He asked, but I ignored him as Cane and twelve members of the elite royal warriors walked into the study.

"Arrest him!" I ordered

"Hey, Hey, Hey Hold on!

What did I do? I've done nothing wrong?" He was still protesting when two of the warriors grabbed him on both sides.

Cane gave me a strange look, meaning what was going on, but I was in no mood to explain my business to anyone, so I glared at him for wasting a second more of my time.

"Lorraine!! Stop this okay! Please." Stefan demanded as he shoved away the two warriors.

Now, it was Cane's turn to glare at him.

"Since when are you on a first-name basis with the Alpha?

I advise you to keep shut and simply follow protocol," he said in a firm voice, nodding to the men to lead him out.

"Lorraine!! Alpha!!" Stefan called out desperately, but I was completely unperturbed by the scene he was causing. I watched silently as they dragged him out of my study, a smirk plastered on my face as I couldn't wait to teach him and his family a lesson or two about messing with me.