Page 39 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“But the other packs, the rogue communities.”
“Fear me, Kyrio.”I look at Marilyn.“Dale, we’ve all discussed it, we are expecting them to come.”
“And when they do?I’m not doubting you, Alpha, you saved us after all, we know what you’re capable of, but you’re one Hybrid, there are dozens of packs,” Tara pipes up once again.
“Discuss it with Kyrio, you too, Marilyn.I told them no unless their mates are on board,” I tell them.Marilyn and Tara exchange a look.
“Wait…” Tara blurts, and I must give her credit, when it comes to Kyrio, she will speak up for him, even against me.
I glance at her.“This was their decision.I never suggested it, you know I was against it to start with.”
“Until Anastasia,” Marilyn murmurs, and my eyes flick to her.
“As I said, I won’t go through with it, unless they’ve spoken with you both first.”
“And Dimitri?”asks one of the younger girls.She is a year younger than Emery.
“Dimitri is capable of making his own decisions, and last I checked you’re too young to be able to claim him, and certainly too young for Dimitri to be claiming you.Do I need to go speak with him?”
“I’m eighteen, Alpha,” she says boldly.
“And still not shifted.Until then, you stay away from my Gamma, understood?”
She nods meekly, her cheeks tinging red.“Emery hasn’t shifted,” she blurts, and I smirk at her words.Tara elbows her, earning a glare from her.
“Emery is my mate; she is also nineteen tonight.She’ll get her wolf, and she’ll realize soon enough,” I remind her.She pouts and goes to say something when Tara hisses at her.“Enough, Annabelle.”
I snort, climbing the steps back to my mate.
As I near the top, I hear Annabelle speak up again to oneof the women.“So not fair, she is only a year older than me.”
“A year is a year, besides the Alpha knows she is his mate,” Marilyn tells her.“But if the Alpha makes him a Hybrid, what if I smell bad, and he doesn’t want me.”
Tara laughs.“Geez, Annabella, Dimitri is ten years older than you.”
“Not to mention he lost his mate recently,” Marilyn chimes in.
“I know that, just… he is nice to me,” I hear her whisper.
“Nice doesn’t mean anything, Dmitri is nice to everyone, it’s just who he is.”
“Lift your standards, girlie, you don’t mate every man who smiles at you,” I hear Tara tell her.I stop listening to them bicker with the girl, still, her next words break my heart.
“You can say that, you don’t have to worry about being sold, I do,” she turns and walks off.A moment later, I hear a door slam.I would never, although, I don’t blame her for thinking that; where we found her, only the mated were free of the unmated and the under table dealings.
Just like everyone here, we’ve all suffered.I grew up rogue, my men rogue not by choice, whereas I knew no other way of living until I stumbled upon them that night.
Whereas the women, most of them grew up in captivity as sex slaves, sold to the highest bidder, treated like mere toys, even a few of the men here.No matter how long they’ve been here safe, old thought patterns always creep back in.
Chapter 10
My stomach twists in knots, and the pain of the Belladonnais excruciating.It never hurt like this before, but the cramping won’t stop.I twist in pain on the bed.My body writhes as I sweat profusely.
Is this a punishment from my wolf who is due to come forward tonight?Or maybe I’m killing my wolf, and that is why such pain.So many thoughts occupy my mind at once, however, each one is swept away as another wave of pain coils in my stomach and twists my limbs.
My ears ring, and I regret taking the Belladonna.Grandma never mentioned it would hurt like this.Does this mean something is wrong?I expected the nausea and discomfort, but this?I feel like she would’ve mentioned this.
Sliding off the bed, I crawl toward the bathroom, intending to shower to see if it helps.I make it to the door, my hands leaving marks on the tiled floors as the sweat drips from me.Suddenly, an arm wraps around my waist and someone scoops me up.I shriek in fright, only for his scent to hit me.It’s intoxicating, and instantly his scent soothes the agony ripping through me.
