Page 90 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“I can walk, you know?”she mumbles weakly, but I know better.
I set her on the counter in the kitchen, and then get flour from the pantry along with a few other ingredients before returning to the counter where Emery sits.She watches me but doesn’t dare move off the counter.Pancakes–simple but effective.
The sizzle of batter on the hot surface fills the room, mingling with the scent of melting butter.My mind races withthoughts of our pack, but for now, Emery’s well-being takes precedence.
“You’re going to cook?”Emery says, her voice laced with surprise as she watches me flip a pancake with deft precision.
“I must admit you look good in an apron.Maybe you can be Luna and I can be Alpha.My cooking skills suck.”I pour chocolate sauce over the pancakes, her comment about my cooking skills earns an eyebrow raise.
“I can cook pancakes and a few other things.I am hardly a chef,” I admit playfully; I squirt chocolate sauce at her.
A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth, and without hesitation, I lean in and lick the sauce off the corner of her lips before kissing her.She only tenses momentarily before relaxing and kissing me back.
Emery’s arms snake around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, as she surrenders to me, and I step between her legs.The taste of chocolate lingers on my tongue when I move to pull away from her, so she can eat.But Emery’s legs lock around my waist, holding me in place.
“Unless you want me eating you, you might want to rethink that,” the corners of my lips curling into a wicked smile.
“Hmm, depends on what sort of eating you mean,” she responds, her eyes shining with a mix of mischief and vulnerability.Her words are playful, but beneath the surface, I can sense a flicker of uncertainty.
“Only the best kind, of course.”
She bites her lip, and I groan inwardly at the sight.
“Is that so?”she murmurs, arching an eyebrow.
“Would you like a demonstration?”I offer, letting the question hang in the air between us.Adrenaline courses through my veins at the mere thought of tasting her again.
Her hands slide to my shoulders, gripping them tightly as if they are the only thing holding her to reality.I can see the war waging within her, the desire to give in balanced against the fear of what that means.A crack of thunder sends lightning shooting across the sky, making her jump and turn her gaze to the window.
“The pack?”she inquires, concern lacing her voice.I can sense her worry for them, even after everything they’ve put her through.
I swallow down the anger that threatens to rise within me.“They’ll be fine,” I assure her, my hand resting on the small of her back.
“Emery, don’t worry about them,” I assure her, my hand moving along her thigh to her hip.The downpour from the storm lashes against the windows, reflecting my own internal tempest.“They’re being dealt with.The consequences they face will remind them of their place.”
“Wait, are they still out there?”she tries to hop down off the counter, but I hold her in place.
“Either they run laps, or someone dies Emery, rain won’t kill them, but I will.”
The storm rages around us, lightning illuminating the sky with electricity, as I glance at Emery.Her eyes are wide with apprehension, her lip caught between her teeth, betraying her unease.
“As I said, they’ll be fine,” I attempt to reassure her.Cutting off a piece of the pancake, I lift the fork to her lips.She hesitates for a moment, her eyes fixed on mine before opening her lips
“Are you still going to visit Alpha Farren’s pack?”she asks, a hint of reluctance in her voice.
“If you’ll come with me,” I say, my tone gentle yet firm.
Her eyes meet mine, vulnerability flickering within their depths.“I don’t want to be here by myself,” she admits, her voice barely audible over the howling wind outside that makes the tree branches from the tree by the window slap the windowpane.
“Once you’ve eaten, we’ll leave then,” I tell her, cutting off more pancake.“Please don’t punish Tara,” she asks and my eyes flicker as I lift the fork to her lips.
“She’ll be punished.”She goes to protest.“But that is why Kyrio will be handling her punishment.I know she is your friend.However, that should have given her more reason to cometo me.”She says nothing after that, and I continue to feed her until she complains she is full.After getting changed into warmer clothes, we meet Kyrio in the foyer.
When we step outside, it’s still pouring and we quickly move to the car, climbing in.Kyrio turns the heater on and starts the car while we put our seatbelts on.
“What are you hoping to find at Alpha Farren’s?”Emery asks me.
I shrug.“Anything that may explain what happened.Also, his body was drained of blood, which I find odd,” I admit.
