Page 11 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
His eyes glaze over, and the men climb back in the cars, and Alpha Dion turns back toward the car, letting me go as he opens the back door.He grabs my brother, who is still fast asleep, making me wonder if they gave him something.Usually, he is up by now and running amuck.Tears prick my eyes when realization dawns on her face when Alpha Dion steps out for her to see him.
My grandmother knows these men aren’t my guards; sheknows there is no way my mother or father would let strangers take my brother or me.She may have thought I was running away from my father’s control, but she knows I would never endanger my brother by running off with him.
“She’s gone, isn’t she?”
I barely hear her whisper as she refers to my mother.My lip quivers as I stare up at Alpha Dion, whose face is completely expressionless.I race to the back of the car, grabbing the duffle bag.
I make my way over to her, and she hangs her head.“Always knew your father would one day get her killed; I am just thankful you two survived,” she whispers, cupping my face with her hand.Tears glisten in her eyes as she motions toward the door, trying to hold in her heartbreak.
“Emery,” she gasps, ushering me inside.“What happened?”
I briefly explain that I am leaving Caleb with her, not daring to glance back at Dion, knowing the danger grows each second I delay.I hand her the duffle bag, explaining that it contains money, jewelry, and important documents.However, she doesn’t seem to understand that I won’t be staying.
“Come, come, I will get you kids settled,” she whispers, not realizing I’m leaving, and these people aren’t merely escorting me to her.
“Emery is not staying, just the boy,” Alpha Dion says, and she stops on the last step.I grab her arm, my hand sliding down to grab the shotgun in her hand.I swallow, feeling the tremble in her hand.
“Don’t, he will kill you both,” I whisper to her, and she reluctantly lets it go.
“Toss it, Emery,” Alpha Dion warns behind me, and I see one of his men from my peripheral vision move closer.His hand wraps around mine in a punishing grip, and I grit my teeth, feeling my fingers crush.
“Let it go,” Dion snarls behind me, and I do.Allowing the man to take it.My grandmother peers down at my torndress, and the filthy state I’m in.“Please, Grandma, don’t try anything,” I whisper to her, knowing if she does, he’ll kill her and probably Caleb.
I nod at Grandma, indicating for her to step inside her cottage.Lavender and citrus fill the air, a smell in which I always find comfort.I can smell the freshly baked cookies sitting by the open window in the kitchen to cool.Grandma loves jam drops and chocolate chip cookies; she always had an assortment of treats for us.She spoiled us rotten, however money is tight for her so I know she needs my father’s money from the safe.It will tide her over until I find a way to get us out of this mess.
We step into the living room, which has a large window with drapes on either side.The furniture is antique, the couch and chairs a rich red velvet.A soft rug with a floral pattern adorns the floor.The curtains match the sofa, a thick royal blue with white flowers.My grandma’s home is always immaculate; it’s hard not to feel safe in her presence.But tonight, I don’t feel safe anywhere.Alpha Dion walks into the living room and places Caleb on the red plaid, velvet pattern couch, and I set the duffle bag on the hall stand noticing grandma watching Alpha Dion with suspicion.
“What are your intentions with my granddaughter?”she asks, staring at me in panic.
I’m surprised by the gentleness in his voice as he speaks to her.
“She is to become my Luna,” he tells her.My grandmother’s face doesn’t change, her eyes don’t widen, she doesn’t gasp, or suddenly back up in fear.She just stares at him, her face blank, her dark hazel eyes widen the slightest at what he is telling her.
My grandmother looks at me curiously.“And you agreed to this?”she asks.
“She doesn’t have a choice,” Dion answers before I can try to placate her with a lie she’d probably see straight through.
“But she isn’t even of age; she won’t even have her wolf for a few more days,” she pleads with him.Her words fall on deaf ears.He claims I am his mate, and I know with such claims,he will not let me go.If legend is true, finding your mate gives an Alpha insurmountable strength and purer bloodlines.However, Alpha Dion being Hybrid, I am not quite sure how things will change for him.
“Once she shifts, she will provide an heir,” he tells her like it is simple and expected of me.But becoming a mother is one thing I didn’t want at the ripe age of nineteen.
“But… she–”
“She will provide an heir once her wolf comes in, and we can complete the mating ritual,” he tells her, his voice changing to more of a warning.
“Now, come, Emery.I did as you asked, I didn’t kill him.Now we leave,” he tells me, grabbing my arm.
“Wait!”my grandmother shrieks.He growls in annoyance.However, he does stop.
“At least let me say a proper goodbye,” my grandmother pleads.Alpha Dion snarls but lets me go, shoving me toward her.
“You have five minutes,” he snaps at me, and my grandmother leads me to the kitchen while the Alpha follows, watching our every move.The scent of freshly baked cookies lingers on her skin—her favorite scent, and a memory I’ll hold dear to my heart.She always has cookies cooling to share with her visitors.She is the sweetest woman in the world.And even now, under duress, they’re the first thing she reaches for.
“Cookie?”she asks him, but he shakes his head as she pulls the plate from the windowsill; she offers me one, and I take one, biting into it.She smiles sadly before looking at Alpha Dion.
“Am I allowed to give her something?”my grandmother asks, and Alpha Dion glares at her.
“Just a family heirloom, nothing bad.It has been passed down through the women in our family.Her brother won’t have much use for the jewelry box or the necklace it contains,” she says before looking at me.There’s some unspoken message in her gaze.
