Page 45 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
I can’t help the sound that leaves me; it’s savage, making even me jump, and the woman shrieks, startled.Dion raises an eyebrow at me, and I avert my gaze only to find Tara staring wide-eyed at me.I drop my head, planning on pretending it wasn’t me who made such a possessive, irrational noise when arms wrap around my waist.
Dion’s voice is next to my ear a moment later.“Chill,love, she is no threat to you,” he murmurs.I want to shove him off, but I know it’s out of anger, jealousy surging through me, which I can’t explain.
“Ellie, this is my mate Emery.Emery, this is Ellie.I grew up with her father,” Dion tells me, and I glance up at him.
“Nice to meet you, Luna.The Alpha was just telling me how he found his mate, and Alpha Dion is right.I am no threat to you.I hope I didn’t step on any toes.I was just thanking the Alpha when we realized we knew each other through my father,” she says sincerely, and I suddenly feel extremely foolish.
Peering up at Dion, he has a silly smile on his face.He leans down pecking my lips quickly when her eyes go to my wrist connected to Tara’s.Her brows furrow and her eyes hold worry for a second, and I chew my lip when her eyes flick to Dion.
“You handcuffed your mate?”she asks, and I can see the worry in her eyes.
“She is still adjusting to being here, I’m a little paranoid,” Dion admits, saving me from trying to come up with some embarrassing explanation.
“Paranoid?”she questions like she doesn’t believe him.I say nothing, wondering how he would explain his way out of this one when he doesn’t bother, instead giving the truth.
“I killed her parents, kidnapped her, she’ll come around eventually,” he says as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.She looks slightly frightened at his words.
“Well, I should check on the others,” she says quickly, rushing off, and I sigh.Well, that went from embarrassing to very awkward.Shaking off his arms.I turn to Tara.
“I’m out of blankets,” I tell Tara, stepping away from Dion, who growls behind me.Tara’s eyes move to Dion behind me, and she nods once.
“Come on, we will check the back shelves, we are still a few short,” Tara tells me, and I follow her back to the storage room.
“I think I saw another bag on the top shelf,” I tell Tara as we try to find more blankets in the huge storage space filled withemergency supplies.My mind keeps going back to Dion.
“Where?”Tara asks as we try to peer into the dark room when a shadow forms.It steals the little light left coming in through the door after we broke the light bulb cover, which in turn smashed the bulb as we helped drag the mats out.
I feel his presence before I even have a chance to turn around.Tara jumps as he brushes our arms stepping into me, the heat of his chest seeps into my back and one arm slips around my waist.
Warmth washes over me, and I can’t help but lean into his embrace.Perfectly content, I stand still, in Dion’s arms, and let myself enjoy it.For a minute, I allow myself to pretend I am safe and have nothing to worry about.
Without a word, he holds his hand out to Tara, snapping me back to the fact we aren’t alone here.Tara quickly passes him the key.He undoes her cuff, and I wait for him to undo mine, he doesn’t.“You can go, Tara,” he tells her, and she leaves hastily.
I exhale, glad she is free when Dion fiddles with the cuff, about to clamp it on his wrist, clearly still not trusting me.“What’s got into you?”he demands, and I clench my teeth.
“Nothing,” I say, through gritted teeth.
“Hmm, I would disagree.First you growl at her for touching me then run from me the moment she wanders off.Which is it, Emery, are you jealous or angry.You’re really hard to follow with your crazy mixed signals.”
He tightens my handcuff, opening the other to snap on his wrist.
“Dion.”
He pauses for a second and I glance up at him over my shoulder to find his amber eyes peering back at me eerily in the darkness.
“I won’t run,” I whisper to him, hoping he won’t put the handcuff on me.He ignores me, returning to handcuff himself, and I let out a growl, not meaning to.I clamp my free hand over my mouth at what I did when he suddenly growls back, but not in an angry way.More playfully when he undoes my handcuff.Irub my wrist, which is aching.
“I didn’t mean to growl at you.”
He laughs softly.“Yeah, you did.You thought I wasn’t removing it.But it’s okay, at least now I know you do have a wolf, and she is quite a possessive little thing.It’s just a matter of her breaking the veil that separates you both,” he states, and I glance up at him.
“And if she doesn’t?”I ask him curiously.
“She will, if you can growl, means you have a wolf.She’ll come forward when ready, change of environment might be stalling her.”
“I take you out there without the handcuffs, will you behave?”he questions as I rub my wrist.I nod and grab the last bag from the top shelf and I go to take it when instead he grabs my hand, lacing his fingers through mine.
“Come on, let’s finish up here.We should be in bed and the sun is due to rise soon,” he reminds me.Just the thought of the sun rising makes me yawn.
