Page 67 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“Do you though, Doc?Because this isn’t a chosen mate but a fated one, the things I crave and want to do to her are not normal.I need…” I shake my head.
“I can’t let her run off.”
Doc watches me for a second, then smiles.
“It’s okay to need her, Alpha, it is also okay to love her.You’re supposed to, she is your mate.I may not know what a fated mate bond is like, but I do know what loving my chosen does to me.Sometimes emotion gets in the way of reason.I understand you being a Hybrid makes it ten times more heightened for you, and you’re becoming addicted to her blood is another issue.But if you keep forcing her, she’ll keep running.”he warns me.
The cold steel of the infirmary bed digs into my palms as I lean over Emery, my breath catching at the sight of her pale, motionless form.Shadows play across her face, thrown by the harsh overhead lights that seem to burn away any hint of color from her cheeks.
“Vulnerability is a cruel master,” Doc murmurs, his voice heavy with empathy.
I remain silent, unable to tear my gaze away from her.
“Alpha,” Doc continues, his tone gentle but firm.“You must accept that sometimes, we must allow ourselves to be vulnerable in order to heal and grow.”
My jaw clenches, the words grating on my nerves.I know he’s right, but the thought of exposing myself–both physically and emotionally–chafes at my instincts, at the very core of who I am.
“Emery needs you now more than ever,” he implores, his eyes dark with concern.“And you need her.”
Kyrio’s knock interrupts my thoughts, the sound jarring and sudden.I turn to see him standing in the doorway, papers clutched tightly in his hand.
“Something to think about, Alpha,” Doc grips my shoulder, giving it a squeeze.“I’ll get these sent off straight away, but for now, let her rest,” he tells me and I nod as he packs up some things and then leaves.Sitting next to her, I run my fingers through my hair.
Kyrio breaks the silence, a rustle of paper underscoring the gravity of his next words.
“Alpha,” he begins, but I halt him with a raised hand.My gaze is fixed on Emery, and on my fading mark.
“Give me a moment,” I mutter, my voice barely audible as I stare at the bruises on her neck.
Emery’s chest rises and falls shallowly, her breaths labored and uneven.
“Alpha,” Kyrio ventures closer cautiously, his voice hesitant.“There’s something you need to see.”
I tear my gaze away from Emery’s unconscious form.
“Show me,” I growl, tension coiling in my muscles as I brace for whatever news Kyrio brings.He wanders closer and extends the papers toward me, and I snatch them from his grasp, scanning the words with a predatory focus.
“The results from the morgue, one of Farren’s pack members was able to hack into the database, he sent these.”My eyes scan the papers and I flip to the next one, noting all his injuries when the last line on the next page catches my attention.
Cause of death: Drained of blood.
My head lifts to look at Kyrio.
“It appears you may not be the only Hybrid after all,” Kyrio tells me.My eyes return to the papers in my hand.
“This is why the council is covering it up.They know if this gets out, it will cause hysteria,” I tell him, leaning back in my chair.
“What do you want to do?”
“Organize a meeting with the council or send word for an elder to come here.Tomorrow, we’ll hold a funeral for our men,”
“But we have no bodies,” Kyrio reminds me.
“I know, but we are hardly in any state right now to retrieve them, that’s even if they’re still there.I’d say they’ve been disposed of by now.”Which is a hard pill to swallow because that means never truly bringing them home.
“And what about Emery?”
“What about her?”I growl and Kyrio sighs heavily.
