Page 216 of The Delta's Rogue
“So you’re officially Luna Sebastian now?” Reid asks.
I straighten, crossing my arms and lifting my chin, displaying every ounce of pride within me and my lycan at our new title, our new position as Sarina’s king.
“And you waited this long to tell us because…”
Nolan elbows Reid in the ribs, and Reid mutters an “ouch” under his breath.
Sarina shoots a quick glare our way, promptly shutting us all up.
“But I’m a demigod!” Lyall’s protests against Sarina’s ability to control him sound like the whining of a bratty teenager caught out past their bedtime. “We are above the compulsion of lesser beings.”
“Youwerea demigod,” Sarina corrects him. “You’re not anymore. You ceased to be a demigod the moment you received your wolf.”
Beneath her mask of a regal, confident queen, I sense the toll the battle took on her. I stroll to her, wrapping my arm around her lower back so my hand rests on her hip, but I stay a hairsbreadth behind her.
She is the queen. This is her moment, her first public act as the monarch, as the alpha of all alphas, and I will not ruin it for her. I will remain silent. A stalwart, steady beacon of support for her until she tells me she needs more from me.
“What? Why? How?” Lyall sputters.
His body jerks with resistance as he attempts to break free from Sarina’s aura. But she’s too strong for him, and he’s in too much pain from his severing mate bond.
“Everything in our world must have balance. Lycans are only born from those who’ve held the title of alpha. I can’t command other members of the royal family. You were never meant to be a demigod, so you can’t be both.” Sarina’s lip curls into a smile so cold I feel it in my bones. “Now you’re just a ‘lesser being’.”
Lyall jerks towards her with a growling snarl. I tighten my grip on her reflexively, but she aims her aura towards him like an arrow, and he crumples over his knees, his palms flat on the ground.
“Where did you get the lightning bolts?” she demands.
“My benefactor,” he pants.
“Zeus?”
Lyall’s jaw ticks, and his mouth clamps shut tight. But Sarina’s aura forces him to spit the answer out. “Yes!” he admits, scowling at her as he does.
“Does he know you attacked us?”
“No. He’s mostly been hands off. He’s provided me with what I’ve needed when I needed it. He didn’t care much what I did, as long as it hurtyou”—he glares pointedly at Selene—“and it didn’t lead back to him.”
“The lightning bolts are a pretty obvious giveaway,” Sarina points out.
“A last resort. For dire situations.”
“Or temper tantrums when plans didn’t go your way?”
Lyall’s eyes narrow, but Sarina is unfazed.
“And Brenna?” Sarina glances at her friend, who still has her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach and her face hidden in Micah’s chest. “Why Brenna?”
“She was to be my prize.”
“But why her?” Sarina presses.
“Amara brought her to the compound years ago. As soon as I witnessed her using her powers, I knew I had to have her. I knew together we would be untouchable, and our offspring even more so. That’s when I asked Zeus that the mate bond he promised me be a mate bond withher.” His disgusting eyes sweep over to Brenna, and his lips part in a nauseating grin. “It helped that she resembles Asteria with her long dark hair, her snow-white skin, and her bright blue eyes.”
Micah’s nostrils flare, and he backs away, taking Brenna out of Lyall’s line of sight.
Selene stiffens, and her hands curl into fists at her sides.
Sarina doesn’t react. Not outwardly, at least. But through the bond, I sense her pure, unfiltered disgust and hatred.
