Chapter 2. Cramps

MIQUEL'S P.O.V

“What's with you today, you mastered this skill days ago, and you've forgotten?” Seneca groaned, frustrated holding firm to his sword.

“I'm sorry, Seneca. I'm not just feeling good today” I hate all this, but I have to do it since it's mother's order. I raised the sword trying to strike again but winced in pain going down.

Everyone always thought I was going to be the alpha, but a piece of shocking news is awaiting them. My monthly visitor is back again, and I'm weakened. I'm a girl in a boy's disguise. The whole Pack except the midwife that attended to mother. I wasn't given a solid reason, but mother insisted I have to act this up to protect my life, and here I am, doing things boys should do forcefully.

“Maybe I will be healthy tomorrow, I will take my leave now” I gathered all the strength in me and walked out of the training ground. It's a big, spacious place and not far from the palace. I relaxed in the hallway and signaled a maid.

“Call me my mother” I managed, and she swung into action.

“What happened to you, my child,” she said, seeing the terrible state I was in.

“The pain is back again, mother” I mind-linked. She carried me up and took me to my room.

“I don't think I can do this any more mother, it's so hard maintaining this. I want to live my life as a girl which I am mother” The pain kept on increasing. I'm sick of this. My stomach hurts terribly, and I still have to keep up with my training. I had been in this training since I was six. It's like all my happiness was drawn away from me.

Mother sighed, looking at every angle and caressed my cheeks.

“You really don't sound like my daughter right now, I know it's hard, but my daughter is strong and will always endure everything. Now bring yourself back together because I can perceive your father's arrival. I assumed Seneca informed him about your illness already” she arranged my dress well and I tried composing myself.

“Is the future alpha feeling weak again?” Jason taunted.

“Envy led to the death of many people, Jason. Just voice out you're being jealous the alpha has an heir to the throne. Feeling pathetic because you won't be the next ascending the throne, huh?" She replied in a taunting tone. He growled but had it replaced with a smirk. He tries to suppress his surprised face with an uncomfortable smile.

“Oh don't be perplexed, your Luna can read minds can't she?” She smiled and stared at me.

“Don't be sick Miquel, you have a lot of responsibility to shoulder” I nodded.

“I held you are not feeling good,” Father said, coming in with his long thick renaissance flowing along with him from a little distance. Everything about him speaks of authority and power. He looks like the alpha indeed. He is six feet tall with a great, well-built body. His hair was curled to the back, and it rested on his shoulders. He had his mustache shaved stylishly. He is revered by everyone in the Pack and the laboring Packs which he oversees. The beta bowed as he passed him.

“Yes, father” I was still in pain.

“I hope you ain't faking this illness to avoid training because I was told you were not feeling good last month also” I quickly focused my gaze on his renaissance dress. He is the alpha, after all. He will detect the wrong in me if I maintain eye contact.

“You should always have this in your mind son, a day shall come when you have to rule this Pack with eighty other Packs alone either you are unwell or healthy. I've told Seneca you must go for your training tomorrow healthy or not, you won't die” he ruffled my hair.

“Yes, father” I drawled with a bow. I dare not question his authority. He halted in his step and turned to mother.

“What's the matter, my dear Persis, you kept on obstructing my communication with you,” he said softly and caressed her cheeks. He is always gentle when it comes to Luna. Rumor has it in the Pack that mother is his only weakness.

“I'm sorry, your grace. Can you spare Miquel for the next two days? He is really not feeling good”

“He didn't complain, did he? I know his capabilities” I knew there was an impossibility at my mother's request, though. Father is a man of his word. He walked out of the room afterwards. He will be the end of me someday. Jason stared at us with an evil smirk on his ugly face and followed father. I stretched outside my fingers, straightening them straight to his legs and he fell on his belly. Mother gave him a satisfying smirk. He must have thought that was mother's handwork.

“Mother, I might collapse tomorrow during the training. Shall we switch with Miguel? I'm so sure he would be delighted to help me” she looked away thinking about it.

I hope this works.