The Alphas prize

Chapter 32: The pain

I opened my eyes and straightened myself as a wayward tear slid down my cheek. “Ok, I’ll give you my

wolf in exchange for the cure.” I choked out, my voice cracking with each word.

Helena stood there, staring at me with a calculating gaze and dumbfounded that I agreed to her terms.

“You understand that if you go through with this, you will lose her forever, and there is also the chance

of you not surviving the separation, especially since she is a part of your soul. Are you truly willing to

pay that price?” She asked, with a questioning brow raised.

I thought over that question, really giving thought to this and wondering if this is what I truly wanted to RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

do. I didn’t know how I would live without her; my wolf was the other half of me, she was what made me

feel beautiful, and if I agreed to this, I would have to let her go. My wolf softly whined before emitting an

emotion of peace and calmness.

I straightened myself. “Yes, I will pay the price,” I said assuredly.

Her features softened a little, and she stared into my eyes, a look of admiration on her smooth face.

“Come with me.” She said and spun on her heels, walking towards the overgrown willow tree. We

approached the tree, giving me a better view; the leaves were bright and beautiful—the bark, healthy

and robust. Helena stepped up to the tree, placing her hand onto the bark and drug her fingers down

the cracks.

Suddenly, the tree opened, splitting in half, and things felt like they were moving in slow motion as I

watched the tree part, making an opening for us to enter through.

Helena looked back at me. “Follow behind me.” She said sternly.

I hesitantly followed her into the tree; things were bright at first, until we crossed the threshold and then,

things dulled, the light now dim around us. As we entered, I noticed everything around us was the

same, except the trees were now full of life and blossoming. Animals of all kinds filled the area with

their presence, and the ground was covered in lush, green grass. I was amazed and also a bit

confused, the forest we had just been in was so gloomy and depressing, but now, it was prospering

and tranquil.

A small, blue cabin was just ahead of us, surrounded by various flowers, some foreign to me. However,

I noticed a small patch of flowers that I had seen before as I glanced around. They were the ones I saw

in my dream; I began to wonder if these strange, yellow flowers had something to do with Cain.

Helena and I walked into the cabin; it was simple, plain and cozy, definitely not what I expected for a

witch’s home, but it was lovely. The place was decorated in neutral colours, wooden furniture and

numerous plants. There was also a white cat, roaming around and my wolf panted in my head, feeling

playful suddenly.

We walked into the kitchen, and Helena pointed towards a long, oak table. “Lie down on the table.” She

said in a dry tone.

I stopped and stared between her and the table. “Why?” I asked curiously.

She was standing at the counter, rummaging through different bottles, that were neatly lined up. Helena

turned to me, now holding a pouch and a small glass bottle that contained a yellow powder inside it.

“So we can begin the process. You know, for the price you agreed to pay or are you wasting my time?”

Helena questioned in an angry and agitated tone.

I crossed my arms over my chest, not allowing this woman to intimidate me. “I am not wasting your

time, I meant what I said, and I always stay true to my word. Also, I’m not doing anything until I have

the cure. No cure, no deal.” I retorted, standing my ground. I wasn’t going to be played for a fool,

allowing Helena to take my wolf before I’ve even had the chance to see the cure.

She huffed and rolled her eyes before slamming the pouch and bottle that she held in her hands onto

the table. “Here is your cure.” Helena said plainly, “Once you have held up your end of the bargain, I

will then tell you how to use it. Now, get on the table or leave.”

I looked down at the items; I couldn’t see what was in the pouch, only the yellow powder contained in

the bottle. I looked back up to Helena before closing my eyes and sucking in a deep breath. “Ok, let’s

get this shit over with,” I said in a rush before I could change my mind. I climbed onto the table and laid

down on my back.

Helena leaned over me and stared into my eyes almost sympathetically. “The spell won’t take very long

to initiate, but it will hurt for a moment. This is your last opportunity to back out.” She warned me.

My chest felt heavy at the thought of losing my wolf, but we both agreed that this was what we wanted

and we were prepared to give our lives for our mate. My wolf chuffed, telling me she was ready and

sent me vibes of love. I closed my eyes and focused on her. “I love you, and I will never forget you,” I

whispered to my wolf, and she whined happily in exchange.

I nodded my head, holding back the tears. “There’s no backing out; I’m ready,” I told her confidently.

She sighed and then nodded in understanding. Helena pressed her hands to my chest and closed her

eyes, but before she could continue, I gripped her wrist. “Wait, I want to know what you are going to do

with her?” I asked.

Helena raised a brow. “That’s none of your business.” Her tone was clipped, and it was clear she didn’t

want me to know, which pissed me off, as I felt that I had the right to know what would happen to my

wolf. However, I was on limited time and needed to get this cure back to Cain.

I narrowed my eyes, needing a better answer than that from her. “Just tell me she will be alright?” I

demanded of her, needing to be sure that no harm would come to her.

She didn’t respond, just gave me a curt nod, and then closed her eyes again. Next, Helena pressed her

palms into my chest, making it hard for me to breathe; she began to mumble to herself, words I couldn’t

understand. Then, she started to speak louder and faster, putting more pressure on my chest, causing

a burning ache. My chest felt heavy as I gasped for air, and I was now experiencing a sharp pain that

radiated throughout my whole body.

I closed my eyes as tears began to pool. I could feel myself being separated from my wolf as she

howled and whined in my head. The physical pain I was feeling was nothing compared to the emotional

pain, and before I knew it, a wave of electricity surged through my body, and I felt as though my heart

had been ripped from my chest before everything went dark.

My body ached like I had been drug through sharp, jagged rocks by a speeding car. I felt weak and

drained like I hadn’t slept in years. Then, finally, my eyes began to flutter open, and Helena was

standing over me, watching me with a curious and calculating gaze. She reared back a little as I

opened my eyes more, and I wrinkled my nose as my head began to pound furiously, blurring my

vision. Helena leaned back, still watching me closely, before walking over to the counter. She came

back a moment later with a glass bottle filled with some kind of green liquid.

Helena held the bottle out. “Here, drink this; it will help with the aches and pains.” She told me.

I stared at the glass, scrunching my face up in distaste at the foreign content. “What the fuck is that?” I

asked in a disgusted tone.

She groaned. “It’s a concoction of mine; it will help. Drink it or don’t, it’s your choice, and I could care

less if you do or not.” Her tone was riddled with annoyance and impatience.

I hesitantly took the glass from her, eyeing it like it was the black plague. I sniffed the liquid, and the

smell was dreadful, like dirty feet. Then, mustering up as much courage as I could, I downed the liquid,

drinking all of it in one gulp. My stomach turned, and I felt like I was going to throw up, but after a

moment, the feeling faded. I slowly started to feel better, my body no longer feeling beaten, the

headache easing off and feeling a little more energetic now.

I was amazed that it worked and so fast, too. “That was disgusting, but it helped. Thank you.” I told her,

appreciation in my tone.

Helena took the glass from me and just nodded, then left the room. I laid there on the table, and as the

pain subsided, it finally hit me that my wolf was gone. I could no longer feel or hear her; now, there was

nothing but absolute silence. My throat tightened, and tears welled in my eyes as the realization hit me

that my wolf really was gone. How would I explain this to everyone? Would they judge me? Turn

against me? Would Cain no longer want to be with me? Would we no longer be mates? But most of all,

how would I live the rest of my life without her?

A million thoughts ran through my head, and my chest began to heave at the anxiety building within

me. I took a deep breath, trying to silence the never-ending, dark thoughts that swirled in my head.

Then, Helena came back into the room, causing me to jump, not expecting her to appear out of fucking,

thin air. Thankfully, her reappearance was a distraction.

I tried sitting up, sick of laying down, but my muscles said otherwise, giving out when I was only

halfway up. The aches I felt throughout my body made me realize just how different things were going

to be for me now, the difference in strength, agility and pain tolerance, as well as the ability to heal

rapidly. I propped myself onto my elbows and glanced to Helena, who was watching me curiously.

I wrinkled my nose at her. “What?” I asked in a snappy manner, not meaning for the words to come out

as they did.

Helena cocked a brow before narrowing her eyes on me. “Watch your tone with me, missy and I’ve just

never seen or heard of someone surviving this.” She informed me, making me wonder why I had.

I nodded slowly. “Oh, I see,” I said, unsure of what to say.

I decided to try and sit up again, pushing myself up slowly. Finally, I got myself up and into a sitting

position, feeling somewhat exhausted, just from that simple task. I threw my legs over the edge of the

table and carefully placed my feet onto the floor. My legs wobbled under my own weight, and I leaned

against the table for support.

Helena was standing there, watching me with a smile on her face. “What?” I asked in a softer tone this

time.

She shook her head. “Never met someone who was so strong-willed and stubborn,” Helena said,

letting out a hearty chuckle.

I rolled my eyes at her words, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Can you please show me

how the cure works? So, I can get going; I am a little pressed for time.” I told her, irritated, wanting to

leave this place and get back to the packhouse.

Helena walked over to me, her dress flowing behind her and grabbed the items. She held up the bottle

with the yellow powder and shook it lightly. “This here is the powder of a rare flower, the flower of life

and death.” Helena then grabbed the black pouch and pulled out a small rock that was a light blue.

“This is a moon rock; it holds the power and essence of the moon goddess. First, you need to take the

powder and rub it thoroughly onto the person's chest. Then, place the rock onto the center of their

chest and whisper the words, death be no more and life come forth. The curse will then be lifted but be

warned if you don’t do it right, the curse will consume your mate as well as you.” She said in a

menacing and severe tone.

I repeated her words over and over in my head, doing my best not to forget one single detail. Finally, I

nodded my head. “Ok, thank you.” I took the items from her and started to make my way towards the

door when Helena called out my name, stopping me in my tracks. “Freja.” She called out, “Good luck.”

She said meaningfully.

Pursing my lips, I gave her a curt nod before exiting the cabin. I walked outside and made my way

towards the opening of the trees. I crossed the threshold, walking back into the forest of the damned,

where everything was once again looking gloomy and dark. Crossing the barrier had worn me out,

feeling as though it had drained me of energy. Once I was on the other side, I looked around for

Gunnar but couldn’t see him anywhere. Worry took hold of me that something had happened to him,

and now, I was useless to help him.

Suddenly, he appeared out of nowhere, throwing his fists around like a maniac and punching the air. I

stood there, a broad smile on my face, as I watched him fight nothing and continue to holler his war cry.

Then, he abruptly stopped, realizing there was nothing there anymore before his gaze landed on me.

Gunnar rushed over to me and engulfed me in a big bear hug, almost bursting my lungs in the process.

He pulled back and gripped my arms tightly. “Where the fuck were you? I was worried sick about you,

that something had happened to you.” Little did he know that something had happened to me,

something I wasn’t sure if I was ready to share with him as the pain of my actions began to eat away at

me.

I snorted, attempting to brush him off. “I was with the witch; her name is Helena, and I got the cure. So,

we need to get going; we don’t have much time left.” I said in a rush.

Gunnar furrowed his brows. “Something is different about you; what happened?” He asked in a

demanding tone, and I knew if I lied to him, he would know, and we wouldn’t be going anywhere,

anytime soon.

I gulped harshly, afraid of his reaction. “Well, I got the cure, and there was a price to pay,” I said quietly,

not able to look him in the eyes.

His nostrils flared, and his jaw became rigid. “What was the price, Freja?”

I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. “My wolf,” I whispered, my chest tightening at the

mention of my wolf.

I opened my eyes only to watch as his face fell. Gunnar blinked rapidly, processing my words, “Come

again?”

I exhaled heavily. “The price for the cure was my wolf. I gave the witch my wolf in exchange for the

cure. Now, can we please get going? I really don’t want to talk about it.”

Gunnar was silent as he stared at me with an enigmatic gaze. I clenched my jaw, anticipating his next

move, but he surprised me, and instead of yelling at me or berating me, Gunnar pulled me into him and

held me close.

He huffed, “Freja, you’re a fucking idiot for that doing. However, I understand why you did it, and I

would have done the same thing for someone I love. Also, what you did, takes a lot of courage and

strength, something that most would not have the guts to do. I’m sorry you had to lose her.” Gunnar

said sympathetically.

His words resonated with me, causing my chest to tighten and my eyes to sting. I reared back and

looked up at him, giving him a small smile, beyond grateful that he was being so understanding.

Gunnar released my arms and stepped back. “That being said, you are not off the hook for making

such a dangerous decision.” He scolded me. “Alright, let’s go, we have quite a journey ahead of us,

and we are losing daylight. Are you sure you will be ok?” Gunnar asked, concern in his tone.

My body and head still hurt, not as much, but this was going to be a challenge for me, especially when I

was feeling so weak right now. I nodded my head. “Yes, I’ll be fine.” I told him, not wanting him to fuss

over me, “Just might have to take a few extra stops to rest.” I shrugged before plastering on my best

smile.

His gaze narrowed on me as he tried to determine if I was lying or not. Gunnar breathed heavily. “Ok.”

He said hesitantly before turning on his heels and heading in the direction we had initially come from in

the beginning.

I almost couldn’t believe I had the cure, everyone told me I wouldn’t get it, that it was unattainable, but I

proved them all wrong. However, the price I paid was devastating, losing something dear to me, but we

were saving our mate in return, and I had to respect my wolf’s wishes.

We had been walking for a few hours now, and the exhaustion was starting to take hold of me as my

body screamed in agony. I needed to rest, or else I wouldn’t be going any further and would probably

collapse right here on the ground.

I stopped and bent over, placing my hands on my knees. Gunnar halted and turned back to me. “Are

you ok? What’s wrong?” He hurriedly asked,

I waved him off. “I’m alright; I just need to stop for a bit and rest,” I told him.

He looked away from me and frantically glanced around before taking off into the trees. A moment

later, he returned with a big ass log and placed it on the ground, next to a tree. Gunnar gripped my

elbow and stood me up straight, then helped me to walk over to the tree. I sat down on the log and

rested my back against the tree, feeling almost instant relief as I did.

Gunnar bent down, so he was at eye level with me. “Stay here and get some rest. I’m going to look for

some food and water. If you need me, just yell; I’ll stay within earshot.” He told me, then leaned in and

kissed my forehead. The big buffoon could be the most understanding and caring person when he

wanted to, especially when I needed it most.

I smiled lazily at him, feeling super relaxed. “Ok, be careful.”

He nodded his head and then sprinted off into the distance. I closed my eyes and hoped to get a few

minutes of sleep while he was gone. However, just as my eyes fluttered shut, I heard the snapping of

twigs and the sound of shuffling feet coming from behind me. I peered around the tree but saw nothing;

there were no voices or other sounds. I continued to listen, not letting my guard down, and another twig

snapped, sounding closer this time. I shakily stood up from the log and glanced around, looking for the

culprit. My heart was beating erratically now as my chest rose and fell heavily, knowing if a threat was

nearby that I was useless now in defending myself.

Unexpectantly, something tapped my shoulder, and I whipped around to see who or what it was, only to

be greeted with a fist that aimed for my face. I went to duck, but I was too slow, and the next thing I

knew, my ass was knocked onto the ground. Feeling the full force of the hit

I clutched my face with my hands, feeling the full force of the hit, and blood began to pour out of my

nose from the impact. I groaned from the pain and continued to lay on the ground, trying to regain

myself. I could only hope that Gunnar was close by or had heard the commotion because if not, I was

screwed.

I moved my hands to look at who had struck me, only to be utterly shocked at the face that was glaring

down at me, a look of pure hatred masking their features, Erik.