Page 121 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
Rage simmers within me at the sight of his injury, but I force myself to remain focused.
The fight escalates into a frenzied whirlwind of gunfireand bloodshed; the sound of glass shattering and car alarms fills the air.My entire being screams for violence and vengeance, yet my utmost priority remains Emery’s safety above us all.
The mere thought of her being caught in the crossfire fuels my fury.This propels me to unleash with even greater ferocity when I hear Kyrio’s agonized scream once more.Whatever toxin is in these bullets, it feels like it is setting my veins on fire.
I look for Kyrio, my gaze searching for him, and my blood runs cold when I see him being dragged out from between two cars by two men, only to be dropped at the feet of another man who lifts a gun, holding it to Kyrio’s head.
“Surrender, or he dies!”he yells, his finger twitching on the trigger.
I freeze, weighing my options.If I attack, Kyrio’s dead.If I surrender, we both might be.
“I mean it, on your knees, Dion, or I shoot him dead,” the man warns, and my eyes dart to Kyrio, who is bleeding profusely and barely conscious.Reluctantly, I do as I am told and drop to my knees.
Moments later, tires screech on the smooth concrete.Alarms are still blaring, and surely local authorities are on their way.However, after figuring out who Emery’s grandmother truly is, I know they’ll be in her pocket and not come to our aid.
I don’t know why I never bothered to look at the woman.However, I didn’t know she existed until Emery demanded we take her brother out there, which leaves me wondering what she did with him.
She climbs out of the car.“Did you find her?”she demands, and the man holding the gun to Kyrio’s head shakes his.
“Where’s the girl?”the man demands, his eyes searching the parking lot.
I remain silent, refusing to give Emery away.I glance upward, and my heart sinks as I spot her peering over the edge of the level above us.
“Emery, run!”I mind-link her, desperation lacing mythoughts.
She shakes her head, stubborn and bravely stupid.“I’m not leaving you,” she replies through the mind-link.
I curse under my breath.“Emery, please.You have to go.”But she doesn’t move, her eyes locked on the scene below.
Time seems to slow down as I calculate my next move.The man’s grip on Kyrio tightens, his threat clear.I can’t risk Kyrio’s life, but I can’t let these men get to Emery either—my mind races, searching for a solution that doesn’t end in disaster.
I watch Bernice wander closer.“You always bring trouble; it’s like you’re a magnet for it,” she snarled angrily.
“I should have made sure you stayed dead, just like you were a pain in my ass, but you’re an even worse one now, getting in my way,” she snarls.Confusion washes over me, and I glance at Kyrio, who is now completely passed out due to blood loss.She chuckles, drawing my attention back to her.“I know you were young, and Donovan marked me, but I thought you’d still recognize me somehow.Surely my scent hasn’t changed that much.”she sneers.I sniff the air subtly, but all I smell is gunpowder and blood.My eyes flit to Emery briefly above before falling back on her.
“What nonsense are you spouting about now?”I growl.However, as long as her attention is on me, it’s not on Emery.
“I heard you looked for me for years, right pain in my ass trying to keep you hidden from Donovan.Nobody wants used goods, after all, and your father wasn’t about to take you in.”She shakes her head.“And to think the fool thought he killed me when he finished with me,” she tells me with a chuckle, and I stare at the woman, trying to put her words together yet not liking where my thoughts are leading.I refuse to believe it.She can’t be, can she?Yet the following words shatter the illusion of my denial.
“Now, Son.Where is Emery?”she demands, and I feel bile rising in my throat.
“What do you want with her!”I snarl, my canines and fangs slipping from my gums as I fight the urge to rip her topieces; I can’t afford any sudden moves while that gun is aimed at Kyrio’s head still.Yet Deacon presses beneath my skin violently, wanting to tear my mother apart for what she did to me.
“First, you nearly killed me when I birthed you; for three years, I lived with the reminder of what that bastard did to me.I wasn’t going to let you ruin my chances once I found my mate.You’d already taken so much from me.Then you took my daughter, your own half-sister, and if that isn’t horrid enough, you nearly brought my husband’s empire down with it and brainwashed my granddaughter.I’ve worked too hard and for too long to risk losing everything now,” she warns me.I grit my teeth, ensuring I keep my eyes on her and not Emery on the level above.
“I always wondered what happened to Donovan after I killed his father and freed my people; I never realized he married and had kids,” I tell her, though I realize she never answered about Emery and her connection to all this.By the God’s Emery better not be blood, or it’ll get awkward if I mated my niece.Deacon’s voice flits through my head at my thoughts.She isn’t.We already determined that by her Omega heritage, he reminds me, but that doesn’t make me feel any better knowing the woman before me is my mother, the mother who threw me off a cliff and into a waterfall.
“Kid, Brielle was our only child, and you took her from me,” she reminds me.
“And what happened to Donovan?”I ask, trying to buy time, something I know I’m running out of.
Bernice laughs sadistically.“Donovan?”She laughs again.“Donovan was the first man I encountered who was weak.When I met him, he was just as ruthless as his father.The moment we had our daughter, Brielle, he became weak.I had no choice.He suddenly grew a conscience: What is it with you, men?None of you have the balls these days to get things done.Donovan couldn’t do what needed to be done, and neither could Michael when the time came.”
“It was you who killed Trinity?”I ask her, trying to keepher distracted.
“No, Brielle killed her when Michael failed.”she shakes her head and clicks her tongue.“You brainwashed her, filled her head with nonsense, let her believe she could take us all down.Her death is on you!”Bernice snarled, and her eyes flickered under the dim lights, her canines slipping past her lips.“Now, where is my granddaughter?”
“Is she even your granddaughter?”I ask her.
