Mated To Alpha Gregory

Lilith’s POV

“That’s ridiculous, how do you expect me to believe Ben had no hand in the attempted assassination of my life?” Adam asked, his face plastered with a frown.

I sighed, knowing it would be difficult to convince him. Whenever his mind was made up, breaking through a wall with one’s finger was easier than convincing him.

“I know this sounds awkward, but you need to trust me, okay. Ben is innocent.”

I caught sight of Ben’s eyes, watching every one of us. He had a smirk on his face which was the least expected thing I was hoping to see, considering the severity of the situation.

“Look at him…” Adam said, pointing towards him. “… does this look like the face of an innocent person?”

“And how does the face of an innocent person look like brother? I would love to know so that I can pull away this smirk on my face and replace it as soon as possible.” Ben’s words must have hurt him as he clutched his fist.

The sword made a low clanking sound as it touched the floor after Adam let it drop before leaving the room in a burst of rage, followed by the guards that came in with him.

I looked at Ben, and he looked at me, nodding his head. I felt terrible for him and left the room abruptly.

“Bang!” Came the sound of my head as it collided with Adam’s rock hard chest. “What are you doing here? Why haven’t you…” he put his finger on my lips, making me stop.

I saw his face and realized he was smiling, the exact opposite of what he did inside Ben’s room. “What the…” I tried to speak again. But he shut me up with a kiss.

I felt my limbs weaken and my brain shut down. It felt like there was a button which made me vulnerable, hidden in the most secret place, but he had managed to turn it on.

He detached his lips from mine and for a minute, I remained dazed, blushing – short of words. I became aware of my surroundings once more and was embarrassed. He had just kissed me before the guards, and they were staring at us like we stepped out of a romantic movie.

“Sh*t Adam,” I whispered, looking around. “Why would you kiss me here? Everyone is watching.”

“Aren’t you my mate, let them look,” he replied casually, pulling me in for a hug. “My love, I am very sorry for last night, I had no intention of talking to you the way I did.”

“Adams, it’s alright. I am not angry at you, I was just concerned.” He smiled, and hugged me.

Then, he held my hand gently, and we walked back to the room, hand in hand. It was so beautiful, I wished it wouldn’t end. Then, I remembered why he went out the night before. “Where is the mysterious dust?” I asked, stopping.

“Oh that, I…” he suddenly sniffled and removed his hands from mine. Tears formed around his eyes and I feared for the worst.

“You what, Adams? Talk to me.”

“I… I… there was nothing on the mountain,” he replied, his words landing like a bomb.

“What do you mean?” I asked. I scanned his body in search of any container, probably he was playing a prank on me, but he had nothing on him.

“What happened on the mountain, Adams?”

He went silent and stared at the floor. Bending a little to get a glimpse of his face, it had this expression which revealed that there was a problem.

“Adams, I asked you a question before, what happened to you on the mountain?” I placed my hand on his shoulder, but he flinched as if he was hurt.

“It hurts there, don’t touch it.” He touched the place, his face twisted in pain. “I met Raoul at the mountain, and we got into a fight.”

“What? Raoul!!

“What was he doing on the mountain?” I demanded curiously.

“He was the one who hit Ronan on the head, making him lose his memory so that we would have to come to the mountain to get the mysterious dust. His plan was to kill me there, but strangely, I won. He had it all planned out a long time ago.”

As he spoke, my heartbeat increased. “How come you still did not get the dust since you defeated him?”

“He had taken it all out into the sea so that we wouldn’t have access to it.”

“No… no… no,” I whispered, holding my head as I sunk to the floor. There was no way Ronan would ever get better, since the dust was no longer available.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I was on the verge of tears when I heard a chuckle. I looked up to see Adams, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Are you laughing? Is this fun to you?”

It was as if my question triggered him as he broke out into full-blown laughter. He laughed so hard, he almost fell to the floor but comported himself so as not to disgrace himself before his guards.

“I… I am sorry my love, it’s just that your reaction is priceless. Anyone can easily get to you.”

“What?” I was dumbfounded.

He came closer and lifted me up before bursting into another round of laughter. Anger bubbled in me, but I struggled to keep it underneath.

“It’s a prank, okay… I’m sorry. The doctor is purifying it so that it won’t have any side effects on Ronan due to its exposure to the cold for a long time. I wasn’t joking about Raoul though, he did attack and try to kill me.”

He came closer to hug me. I tried to push him back due to the anger inside me, but he succeeded in bringing me closer and whispered into my ears. “I love you baby.”

Those words were all I had to hear to reconsider how I felt. He held my hands afterward, and we walked into the room.

Ronan must have heard the sound of the door as he shifted on the bed, staring at us.

“Good morning Ronan, did you sleep well?” Adams asked.

He sat up in the bed and stared at us with a look that could kill. “Keeping me hungry for over 24 hours is surely a way to treat a family member.” His gaze finally fell on me and I understood what he meant.

“I’m sorry Ronan, something happened.”

He scoffed and lay back on his bed. “Get a maid to clear those plates.” He pointed towards the right and I saw three empty plates with food stains on them.

“Ronan, who served you the food on those plates?” I asked, remembering clearly that I couldn’t bring him any food because of the assassin.

“A maid brought it.”

“A maid?” I retorted.

“Did she say who sent her?” I asked.

“No!” He declared firmly, covering his head with the duvet on the bed.

I remember that Ben talked about Ronan. Did he send the maid to bring the food? Why would he even do that? Who was the maid?”

I was about to ask Ronan another question when the door burst open and the doctor came in with a gracious expression on his face.

We all stared at him, including Ronan who was trying to sleep on the bed.

“What is the problem? Why would you barge in like that?” Adams demanded of him.

“My king, I have tested the dust you gave me, and…” he paused.

“And what?” Ronan growled at him.

“It is poison, my king, which would kill Ronan the moment he tries to use it.”

My eyes widened due to the shock of what I heard. “Where is Raoul?” I asked.

“He is in the hospital, my Queen, still unconscious.”

“Let’s go to the hospital Adams, I have a strange feeling about this.

“Wait here, I’ll be back,” Adams whispered, brushing my hands with his.

“No!” I stated firmly. “I won’t be left out again on this one, don’t try to talk me out of it .”

“Fine,” he sighed, holding my hands. Soon, we left the building, Adams, I and the doctor, accompanied by some guards.”

As we got to the hospital, we ran into the ward Raoul was supposed to be in and met it empty with a note saying, “I’ll be back.”