Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate-Chapter 57: Liar! Broody The Ironclad

The green-yellow liquid mixed with bile and her bodily fluids were all spilt out on Siroos’s dark skin and the fine garment he had adorned for the ceremony.

Lana loudly gasped, covering her mouth with both her hands. Fownso sprung up from his position and took a step back, clearly shocked.

The alpha would clearly be mad...no one had ever vomited on him and it was due to the medicine Fownso had given.

Siroos stupidly stared at Cassandra for a while and then his eyes dropped. Disbelief was etched on every corner of his face as he used the cloth in his hand to wipe away some of the puke. He opened his mouth to say something but wasn’t sure what to even say to her.

His hands had halted while his skin felt gross.

Cassandra, on the other hand, didn’t seem remorseful at all. Wiping her face with the back of her hand she nonchalantly said.

"It was so bitter. Even bitter gourd seems sweet in comparison."

Inwardly she thought Siroos deserved it after the revelation of his true intentions were made to her. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Unblinkingly, Siroos stared at the mess his mate had made and finally got up.

"Should I fetch you extra clothes and water?" Lana inquired.

"It’s fine, I will change. There is water in the wash area," Siroos told Lana, breaking out of his stupor.

Then he turned his attention to a very relaxed Cassandra and instructed, "Take more medicine and try not to puke again."

The fever seemed to have messed with her rational thinking.

"Nah! I am not drinking it again. Give it to the broody Alpha maybe his mood will lighten." She pointed to Siroos and giggled. Lana and Fownso pursed their lips.

"Why is she acting like that?" Siroos turned to Fownso and narrowed his eyes.

The wise healer paled. There was alcoholic content in the medicine he had administered earlier for pain. It seemed to be reacting along with the fever.

"The medicine has made the mind dizzy. She needs to sleep and will be better."

"Lana stay with her, make sure she doesn’t do something irrational until I return. Fownso, you can go, leave the medicine, and I will make her drink it later."

Siroos passed a string of instructions before getting up to leave for the wash area but halted as Cassandra spoke with a giggle.

"You have big muscles, what do you eat? Broody the Ironclad."

He had to suppress a smile that was threatening to leak from the sides of his lips. This version of hers was definitely carefree and entertaining.

Fownso and Lana passed sheepish looks to each other as he left the room quickly.

"Let me clean up and I will tell you in detail," Siroos answered and swiftly moved to the wash area. He wasn’t even feeling annoyed at being puked at although it was going to take him a while to clean that up.

Using water he fully cleansed himself from all the puke. He then washed away his clothes and body and used scented oils to get rid of the smell. Changing into a clean garb, he used a thick woollen piece of cloth to dry his hair and stepped out.

Lana seemed tired while Cassandra had drifted to sleep again with her fluffed cheeks tinted bright pink now.

Seeing Siroos approach Lana became alert again and straightened up.

"Did she take the medicine?"

Lana sadly shook her head.

"Go have some rest, Lana. I will take it from here," he said with a wave of his hand.

Lana reverentially bowed and left the chamber, closing the door behind her.

Siroos turned his attention to his sleeping mate, and a smile curled up on his face, seeing her partially open mouth.

Slowly he settled on the bedding beside her and laid down, engulfing her in his huge arms while being extra mindful of her bandaged one.

He let his nose rest in her soft tresses and let her scent soothe him and his tumultuous heart.

This is not how he had envisioned his first night to be with her. Not that he was allowed to consummate their relationship but her getting branded and then puking. He didn’t even get to mark her yet.

To add to all that, the rule was that he couldn’t even sleep with her in his arms.

Well damn the rules for tonight. He was keeping her near him. His mind wandered to what she had said when they were interrupted earlier.

"Huuu!" Cassandra mumbled in her drowsy state.

"What is it?" He softly murmured into her hair.

"Liar! I trusted him, and he lied too," she painfully revealed, making Siroos’s muscles go taut. His heart skipped a beat.

Was she talking about him?

"Who lied to you?" He carefully asked and shifted an inch back to gaze at her sleeping face. A frown he found there. But she didn’t speak again but nestled back into his chest as if seeking comfort. Her soft hands wrapped around the ripped muscles of his back while her cheek rested on his well-contoured chest.

Siroos held her there, near his beating heart.

Her softness mesmerised him as he squished her bosom with his.

His fingers affectionately combed through her hair until he fell into slumber too.

He was awoken from the pounding of the door and he almost jumped out of his bedding. Cassandra was still sleeping so he unwillingly untangled himself from her and went to answer the door. He didn’t want anyone to enter and disturb her sleep.

Opening the door he found Ranon and Faris all suited for a desert clash with the creatures that dwelled on their vast lands.

Alarm bells rang for Siroos; it was near mid-October meaning the harvesting season of Saffron was right around the corner. They usually would get uninvited guests this time, ready to destroy their Saffron fields and eat up the plants.

"Anmiks are headed this way. Our scouts picked them up, approaching fast from the east," Faris hurriedly told him. His battle axe stylishly rested on his shoulder

Anmiks were mammoth-sized lizard-like creatures. With scaly hard skins and heads as tough as boulders. Their heads had this very hard kind of covering on it which was difficult to tear apart from bear fangs or teeth. Special weapons or claws were required.

"How many?" Siroos questioned with a frown, stepping out and closing the door behind him.

Faris answered. "A whole herd of them, they will destroy our fields and eat away every last sapling if we don’t get to them first."

"Let’s head out, get my gear," Siroos told Ranon and began to move. He could easily kill them with his dragon but he wasn’t fond of mass killing the desert creatures. The balance of nature must remain.

Besides he didn’t want his warriors to rely on him for all the fights. He would lead them, but they had to fight to remain tough.

Ranon rushed ahead of him while Siroos mind linked Ames (his Gamma) and informed him to stay behind to guard the females and children, along with a few other warriors.

He then mind-linked Lana.

’Stay with your Luna, while I am away. Take care of her and make her drink the medicine.’

’Yes, Alpha!’ She sleepily replied, knowing it was time to get up and resume her duties.

They moved out and the warriors were ready. Some on horses while others had already shifted into their wolf and other animal forms.

They had a few female warriors as well and they stood side by side with their male counterparts. Tara was one of the finest they had and all female warriors looked up to her.

With a grimace usually covering her face, long braids and steel rings piercing her left eyebrows. Not even many males dared to cross her.

They all bowed seeing Siroos approach.

Vera Haylia was there as well with a grim expression. They headed her way and she patted both her sons and said with a steely determination.

"Go defend our lands. I believe in both of you."

Nodding at their mother, Faris mounted his steed.

"A few warriors will remain behind just in case. Be careful mother," Siroos grimly told his mother and placed his hand on her shoulder.

She blinked her eyes in understanding.

Ranon arrived with war gear for Siroos. All of his clothes and war gear were enchanted so whenever he shifted back they would appear on his body again.

Hurriedly putting it on, he placed his foot on the stirrup and climbed Shadow. He patted his beast and the horse neighed in approval.

Settling in the saddle, Siroos covered his head and face with a large cotton cloth. Letting only his gold-flecked eyes remain visible. It would protect him against the heat and sandy air.

Kicking his horse forward he took the lead and shouted.

"Head out, let’s kill those fucking lizards."

The warriors roared behind him and they rode out into the vast desert.

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