Page 4 of The Married Alpha And His Arrow: Vol 2

The warlocks were grabbing him, pulling him backwards. I managed to sit up. I tried to shout, “I’m not yours!” I turned so he could see my mark. His eyes darkened in anger. The warlocks had to push him back through a holoport as he screamed, “YOU ARE MINE, LEXI SCOTT! I WILL PUNISH YOU FOR THAT! YOU WILL BE MINE!”

I couldn’t even find it in me to care that they’d gotten away. I heard footsteps coming. I stood shakily and threw up again. I knew who was coming for me. I groaned, “Heath, I…” I turned and backed up in shock as I saw a man step into the room. It wasn’t Heath. I threw up again.

I looked up crying, “Daddy? Daddy, is that you?” The man stepped into the room. I recoiled as if he’d slapped me as a vivid memory replayed in my mind. I cried, “No! No! It’s you... you... I know you!” I passed out cold as the man ran towards me.

My mind was foggy. I heard someone call, “My child, it’s time to wake up.” I opened my eyes questioning, “War Goddess?” She smiled answering, “Yes.” I admitted, “When you said we’d talk again I didn’t think it would be so soon.” The War Goddess laughed, “I actually didn’t mean now. We will talk again. I don’t have as many children to watch over as other goddesses. Plus, I wanted to tell you how happy I was that you listened to me. You are marked.”

I grumbled, “Something my ex seemed pissed about.” The War Goddess laughed sadly, “He will lash out.” I scoffed, “Like a child.” The War Goddess agreed, “Yes, but you played your hand so beautifully. Now is where the mistakes begin.”

I asked, “Are Kevin and Kyler alright?” The War Goddess nodded, “They are fine. Their pride and ego are a little hurt, along with their heads, but they are fine. Keep an open mind when you wake up.” I gasped, “That man! That was the man at my house that night. He was the one arguing with my parents! He looks just like my dad, except he has a scar on his forearm.”

The War Goddess smiled, “A scar he got saving your father’s life. Twins actually run in your family.” I shrieked, “WHAT?!” She laughed, “On both your mother and father’s sides.” I asked, “Was my mom a twin?” The War Goddess answered, “No, she was not. Just your father.” I gulped, “Why didn’t they come for us?”

The War Goddess sighed, “That’s for them to explain. Do me a favor and hear them out.” I conditionally agreed, “Not without Heath and Chase.” The War Goddess smiled, “Your men are losing it. Poor Frank, he’s convincing Chase not to go nuclear.” I chuckled, “Chase and Heath would both be losing it. Yeah, poor Frank.” The War Goddess caressed my cheek, “It’s time to wake up for real.”

I groaned knowing was going to be sick. There was a bucket next to me. I dry heaved into it. Someone was rubbing my back. That person said, “It’s alright, Lexi. You are safe.” I did not know the owner of that voice. I threw the bucket down and jumped off the bed I was on.

I looked into the faces of the four people who must be my grandparents. My dad’s twin was slightly behind them and behind him stood James. We stared at each other. I greeted, “James.” He grinned, “Lexi.” I said, “You could’ve mentioned we were cousins when we met. You are my cousin, right?” James answered, “I’m actually surprised you remember meeting me because you were hammered.”

I opened my mouth to speak but I felt bile in my throat. I reached for the bucket and threw up again. Someone handed me a drink. I looked into the eyes of the woman who was clearly my mother’s mom. She’d handed me Gatorade. I took a sip.

She explained, “You had a reaction to the drugs they tried to give you.” I snarked, “I had a fairy induced reaction.” My grandfather asked, “Would you care to explain that? Your tail disappeared thirty minutes ago.”

I blanched, “How long have I been here?” My dad’s twin answered, “An hour and half.” I said, “I have to go. Heath will be beside himself and Chase…” My dad’s twin interrupted, “Both are aware of where you are.” I commented dryly “Something tells me they aren’t happy about it.”

My paternal grandfather snorted, “You are so very much like your father.” My mom’s father spoke, “But she’s the picture of her mother.” My dad’s twin said, “Back to the fairy reaction to the drug answer we are waiting on.”

That made me mad. I yelled, “You don’t have the right to ask me ANYTHING about my life! You ABANDONED me and Heath!” My dad’s twin stepped forward, anger clear on his face. He questioned, “ABANDONED YOU? We’ve been looking out for BOTH of you as much as we could!”

I snarked back, “Aren’t you doing a bang-up job then? I had a reaction to the drugs because I’m friends with the Princess of the Fairies.” My grandfather said, “So we’ve noticed. Why would she do this?” I scoffed, “In all your looking out I guess you missed that I had a drug problem.”

They all paled. My dad’s twin asked, “You what?” I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure it’s surprising to you what finding your dead parents mutilated bodies does to one's mental health.” My grandfather asked, “You found them? No... no, we heard your father’s Lieutenant discovered the bodies. That neither you nor Heath never saw them.”

I laughed humorlessly, “You heard wrong. I tripped over my dad’s dead body and broke my arm when I landed. When I managed to get up, I turned on the light and saw him with his head bashed in. My scream woke the whole Shroud. I tried to help him. His face was beaten beyond recognition. I saw my mom’s feet and ran to her. I tried to keep pressure on the cut across her neck even though she was already dead. Heath came in when I screamed for him to help me. I had to be sedated, but Heath stayed in the room. He saw both bodies as did I.” They all stared at me. James looked confused.

I sneered, “Thanks SO much for coming to their funerals. The family love and support was truly next level, you guys. We always wanted family, but we never had that. Jokes on us apparently. We had the big family we always wanted, they just didn’t want us. Assholes!” Everyone stared at me in shock.

James was looking at my dad’s twin, and I assumed he was his dad. They looked similar. A question was clear in his eyes. I didn’t have time for his questions though. I asked my dad’s twin, “What’s your name?” My dad’s twin answered, “I’m Jordan, your uncle.”

I snorted, “Uncle. Sure, ok. Why were you arguing with my parents that night? If you knew they were going to die, why didn’t you…?” I started to cry, “Why didn’t you tell them to leave? They had everything! The passports for all of us. We could’ve left and they would still be here with us!”

My grandfather asked, “Passports?” My anger boiled over, and I yelled at them, “You don’t get to ask questions! Where have you been? Why did you leave us to flounder alone? Heath needed you!” My grandfather shouted, “YOU DIDN'T’T WANT US!”

I was furious, “DIDN’T WANT YOU? I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW YOU WERE ALIVE! Even if you thought we didn’t want you, you were the adults! We were just kids. We lost everything in one night, and you weren’t there for us!” I stumbled forward.

My grandmother, my dad’s mom, caught me. She pleaded, “Let us help you, please.” I laughed, “Help me? You want to help me?” I pushed away from her shakily. I informed them, “Heath and I are doing just fine without your help.”

Jordan argued, “You were almost kidnapped, that’s not doing fine. Your brother’s former Lieutenant and your string is a traitor. He’s also the same damn person trying to kidnap you.” My fury snapped, “CHASE IS NOT A TRAITOR! Don’t you EVER talk about him like that! You don’t even know him!”

James held up his hands trying to calm me down. He assured me, “He’s not talking about your Alpha wolf. He’s talking about your string.” I was getting dizzy. I backed up against the wall and slid down it. Everyone’s anger was replaced with concern. My mom’s mother handed me the Gatorade again. I sipped on it.

I took a deep breath, “I don’t know what you guys are talking about. My string is Chase.” They all looked at each other confused. Jordan questioned, “Is he your second chance string?” I frowned, “No, he’s my string and always has been. I just met him recently.”

My grandfather told me, “We were told Noah Calvert was your string.” I scoffed, “Noah Calvert is a dirty rotten fucking liar. He was Sally Quaid’s string until she rejected him and found her second chance string. He told me he was my string so he could have sex with me. Then he smirked at me as he walked past me and up to Sally at my string ceremony.” I blamed how I felt for my word vomit.

My grandfather threw a vase. My dad’s mom yelled, “DONALD!” I ignored their outburst of fake anger. James came towards me, and that was fine by me. I was the least upset with him. He wasn’t an adult when this went down. He questioned, “So you’re saying Noah was never your string?” I answered, “No, he’s just some psycho who is obsessed with me.”

My grandfather pressed, “Because you are the Avenging Angel? Or because he’s just like your mother’s sick ex-boyfriend?” I frowned, “I’m not the Avenging Angel.” Jordan assured me, “You don’t need to lie, we’d never tell your moniker.”

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