The Alpha’s Hidden Prophecy

''We have to go before they find us,'' Sam, one of my bodyguards, said with a sense of urgency, urging me to leave.

 

'' But we can't just leave like that.'' I continued.

 

''We can and we will. We promised to take care of you, and we will even if you are standing in the way.'' Jonathan said, pulling me out.

 

'' But we can't just leave. Everyone here has been kind to us. We can't just abandon them when they need us." I continued . 

''Find her, and when you do, bring her to me. I'm going to end her.''

 

That was the voice of the person who was hell-bent on killing me. She haunted me not only physically but in my dreams too.

 

''We have to go now.'' Sam said with an urgent tone, and this time I dared not utter a word.

 

We were currently at the secret passage filled with endless stairs, and it was really dark and creepy. They were both holding a torch, so we had a sense of direction and vision. We walked fast, and when we reached outside the tunnel, we saw three horses stationed outside. We got on it hastily and rode quickly, even though we had no idea where we were headed. We weren't safe anywhere. The only place I thought I was safe in, she managed to get me there too. It has been like this for two years now. Her chasing me to kill me and me running for my dear life.

 

It wasn't like this before. My mom used to tell me stories of how the world was such a good and peaceful place, but now it was filled with war. No one could sleep with both eyes closed for fear of being killed in their sleep. People like her terrorized the feeble, and no one could say anything about it. She killed anything or anyone, not considering the age or anything.

 

Her main purpose was to control the world and kill anyone who stood in her way. I'm not standing in her way, though. I actually don't care what she does; I only complain to myself. I don't know why she was hell bent on killing me, but then I remembered.

 

 

I have no idea why she thinks I'm powerful enough to kill her, but I think it's either kill or be killed. But who could try to kill her?

 

I can't do anything to hurt her. She's way more powerful than I am, and I am so scared of her that I wouldn't want to even go near her because she won't hesitate to kill me, but I'm just hoping that someone brave enough would and save me the stress of running for my life.

 

"Where do we go to?" I asked as we stopped to rest.

 

We were currently in a cave where we would be spending the night. I know we have no where to go and no one to turn to, because if we turn up to someone, they'll turn against us, and that wouldn't end well for any of us.

 

''I don't know. '' Sam answered. "We can run all our lives as long as we protect you, because if anything should happen to you, there wouldn't be hope for survival, and we can't let that happen. We need you."

 

"I told you I don't believe in that. Why couldn't I do anything when she killed mom and dad? Why can't I do anything anytime she shows up, huh?" I asked angrily. "I'd like you guys to stop building false hopes because I am nothing compared to her. She would end me without even blinking her eyes."

 

"You've got to believe." Jonathan urged. ''You're our only hope to end this suffering. Everybody's looking forward to you to end this."

 

''That's exactly what I don't want. I can't handle it. She's going to kill me; I couldn't do anything to her today. What makes you think that I'd be able to tomorrow?"

 

''We believe in you and the moon goddess. She'd protect us through you." Sam said.

 

'' Let's just call it a night." I said tired of the argument. This wasn't the first, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

 

I possessed the greatest gift, but I wasn't going to use it. I'm not going to be what everyone wants me to be. I have a life, but sadly, the one I can't get. I've always been protected from the outside world by my parents. I wasn't allowed to go outside or attend any function. I only did it once a year to celebrate the moon goddess, and that was with a lot of people and guards. I've always hated it because I didn't have friends; I couldn't even go to school and thus homeschooled. I hated my parents for doing that because I felt restricted and imprisoned.

 

Yes, I got everything I wanted, but some things were never enough. I wanted to see life beyond the walls of my room. I wanted to experience life like anyone would, but I couldn't, and now that I'm free, I'm not enjoying the freedom. Just wishing I was back in my room; I would even lock myself up this time, and I wouldn't argue with my parents when they told me to stay inside. But sadly, I can't do anything like that. Sometimes I wish this was a dream and I would wake up from it, but I know now that it's reality. The harsh, bitter reality. A nightmare that no one knows when it will end.

 

If I really could end it, I'd have done it since, but I can't do anything, and it's sickening. To have a lot of people looking up to me, believing in me when I don't even believe in myself. I don't want to hurt or disappoint anyone. I know that one day I'd have to work towards fulfilling destiny because it would come to a point we all would be fed up and wish for death, but I couldn't take it up just yet because I am scared.

 

I am scared that I would let people down. Scared that I won't fulfill the prophecy and die, then have no one to take care of the people, subjecting them to suffering. I wasn't going to do anything, not until I am brave and powerful to take on her, knowing I would win. I wasn't going to take chances with losing because losing signifies failure and suffering, and I didn't want any of that.

Meeting him "So we're just going to walk anywhere? We could walk right into her trap, and she'd take every part of our body out until we're nothing." I said getting tired of riding the horse. We were riding the horse because taking a car was too risky, and we were still in the forest part of our society.

 

We got to a vast, cleared area, and there was a landmark that showed a demarcation of territory and boundaries, making us understand that we were about to enter a pack, and that wasn't the best thing for us to do right now. We were rogues and had no pack; wolves in packs consider us dangerous, and they kill us at first sight. I don't blame most of them because of previous occurrences, but that still didn't mean it was fair. 

 

We had nowhere else to go; we couldn't lodge in an inn because they'd be able to notice us and report us. I was terribly hungry and can't remember when last I ate. I was still thinking of where we could possibly go and how I could fill my stomach when I heard the sound of sirens followed by the swooshing of arrows shooting towards us. We managed to duck that, but more came. Soon enough, we were surrounded by about thirty men. But I don't think it's fair; we're outnumbered here, and three and thirty is no fair deal.

 

"What have we got here?" a guy asked.

 

He was the most handsome person I've ever met. His eyes are so dark and a bit scary, making my knees go weak. His bone structure was fine and perfectly symmetrical; it was manly. He's probably six feet something; he has tousled brown hair, and his eyes were the green of fresh dew glinting in the sunlight off a leaf of green emerald. Aside from his features, there was something else that pulled me closer to him; it was his scent. He smelled like fresh wood and somewhat fruity like citrus and cinnamon; gosh, his scent was so good.

 

I didn't seem to notice, but I think he ordered his people to shoot us, saying we were rogues, because the next thing I knew, arrows were flying from all directions towards us. I used my powers to avoid it, using my eyes to direct the arrow away from coming towards us, changing its direction, and this got them confused and the guy angry.

 

"You guys are damn fools." He shouted angrily, taking an arrow and sending it directly to me. I was busy wondering why he would do that; that's a lie, though. I was lost in staring at him and taking in his scent. I didn't even notice when the arrow hit my right shoulder. Sam and Jonathan started shooting arrows at them, hitting every one of their targets, while I made sure theirs didn't by using my powers. I stopped for a minute to look at the guy; he had this look that demands respect, and with the strong aura he was oozing, there was no doubt he was the alpha. I wonder what he wants with us and what he is going to do to us.

 

I didn't even notice that he had shot Sam and Jonathan due to my carelessness; they were down on the floor unconscious. I bet the arrow had some sleeping effect on them. It was good to know that he doesn't want us dead.

 

"Take them," he ordered, and they charged towards us, seizing us. His voice was so cold and icy, and I don't know why I found it appealing. And then it occurred to me—he was my mate.

 

I could have stopped them from taking us; I could have done something. With a simple gesture, all the men in front of me could become corpses rotting in the grass at my feet, including their daunting Alpha, but I chose not to. I don't know what lies ahead, but it would be nothing compared to how we've been living.

 

At least he wasn't going to take us to her or not yet. If he kept us imprisoned, no one would find us, and at least we would know that we are safe for the time being, and if we're lucky, we could get food to eat. He couldn't possibly kill us, could he?

 

He shot another arrow at me on the arm he did before. The ache in my shoulder intensified. It tore through muscle and tissue, lighting flames of pain that seared through the nerves. I gasped, and my steps faltered as my teeth clenched together. I began to feel the effect of the shot as they pulled us away.

 

I ignored my bleeding arm or the fact that they concentrated on pulling my right hand; that was the last I remembered as I soon joined the rest in their sleep.

 

"Wake them up." I heard the cold voice say, and before I knew it, a whole bucket of cold, and when I mean cold, I mean extremely cold, water was poured on each one of us.

 

"Seriously, this is how you wake someone up? A little tap on the shoulder would have been good." I said icily. I didn't like the cold water at all.

 

"And what do you think we are your servants to serve the mighty princess?" he said scornfully.

 

"You clearly look like one to me." I muttered and got a nudge from Sam. "And I pretty much fit the role of a princess."

 

"Don't flatter yourself, darling; this is reality. You can stop dreaming now; don't you think you're too old for that?" he said.  The way he spoke made me have a sudden detest towards him. He didn't seem friendly in any way. I rolled my eyes, having no good come back, and he smirked.

 

"Now back to talk, what were you rogues doing wandering around my land?" he asked coldly.

 

"We were on a journey." Jonathan spoke up for the first time since we've been locked up here.

 

"To?" he asked, urging Jonathan to continue.

 

"Visit a relative." Sam quipped in.

 

''Really?" he asked, sounding not convinced. "If you were going to visit a relative, then why do you have all this?" His tone was demanding. The one where you had to answer real quick.

 

All the weapons we had were thrown on the floor. "I would like an explanation for this. You clearly weren't going to visit a relative."

 

"Well, we were. We all know how dangerous the whole place is, and with Loranda on the loose, we had that for self-defense." I said. At least that sounded reasonable to some point.

 

He did what I didn't expect. He laughed, not the type that got one staring or sounds pleasing to hear. It was mocking one, and I hated that. "Self defense? What does a girl like you know about self-defense? You couldn't do anything when you were attacked; what could you possibly do then if you come across Loranda?"

 

"For starters, I could give you food to her dogs." I said.

 

"Oh, please. I'm being serious here. You and your friends trespassed territory. All rogues that land on our land die. No matter who they may be." He said the last part, looking at me.

 

I was trying to tell myself that he doesn't know, but the bastard does. He knew from the start; I don't know why he was treating me like that. I was his mate for god's sake, and mates are supposed to go all lovey-dovey on each other, so why was mine treating me like this and even threatening to kill me?