Page 16 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
He leans in, sweeping my hair over one shoulder.His lips brush against my neck, a feather-light touch that hitches my breath.His hot breath tickles my skin, his hand gripping my hip tightly.I can’t move.I can’t breathe.I can’t think.All I can do is wait, frozen in fear.
Then, I feel it.He sinks his teeth into the thin skin there, and I wince.My body stiffens, and my heart pounds in my chest.I can hear the blood rushing in my ears, and feel the throbbing pulse where his fangs are buried in my flesh.His tongue sweeps over my neck, lapping at my blood.The pain doesn’t last long, it starts to slip away, replaced with something else, something darker, deliciously sinful.I press closer to him, chasing the feeling, wanting to know where it ends.My entire body feels like a live wire is vibrating beneath my skin.He groans, pulling me closer, his hand squeezing my ass.
“That’s it, feels good, doesn’t it,” he purrs before biting me again.
“Yes!”I answer, my voice almost trancelike, dazed with euphoria.I’m dizzy, lightheaded.
I hear Dion growl, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through me.His grip on me tightens, his body pressing me closer.I can’t help but whimper, the fear and the confusion overwhelming as it snakes around my limbs abruptly like a serpent squeezing the air from my lungs.
“Remember, little mate, I can control how it feels, pain or bliss, the choice is yours,” he whispers.The euphoria returns.It washes over every sense and I close my eyes at the sensation.I feel like I am spinning.A moan escapes my lips as my entire body starts to tingle.The longer he feeds on me, the stronger it gets, and I feel my nails sink into his chest, scraping the flesh away beneath my fingernails.
Dion pulls back, his eyes dark red and intense.His lips are smeared with my blood, a terrifying sight that makes my stomach churn.He smirks, licking his lips slowly.
“You taste as good as you smell, Emery,” he murmurs.
I can’t find the words to respond, my mind still reeling from the shock.I stare at him as my hand instinctively reaches up, touching the fresh wounds on my neck.
They already feel sore, and as he leans forward.I gasp,praying he won’t do it again.His tongue sweeps over the puncture marks, and I feel them close as his saliva heals me.I touch the spot on my neck.I furrow my brow, feeling the healed bite mark.How is that possible?Only mates can heal mates.My thoughts spill from my lips.“I don’t understand; mates don’t exist.”
“Or so everyone thought,” he whispers, and my gaze snaps to his.
Dion laughs, a low, cruel sound that grates on my nerves.He pulls me closer, his arm snaking around my waist.
“Just relax, Emery,” he says, his voice dripping with false sweetness.“Sleep for now; it is a long drive before we arrive home.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, a cold dreadsettling in my stomach.My home, my family, have been destroyed; he’s taken everything from me.Everything I’ve ever known.I close my eyes, tears slipping down my cheeks as he forces me to rest my head on his shoulder.The last thing I remember is his voice.“You’re mine, and one day I’ll be yours, too; you hate me now, you won’t forever, and we have forever, Emery.”
We drive in silence for what feels like hours, the cityscape gradually fading into the wilderness.Once thin and sparse, the trees soon take up the whole skyline.I sleep on and off the entire drive; however, Alpha Dion refuses to let me off his lap.
As the limo slowly winds up the newly paved road toward the mansion, I feel a mix of trepidation.The sprawling estate encapsulates Dion’s pack’s values: grandeur, power, darkness, and fear.
We’re in Alpha Dion’s territory, I realize with a sinking feeling.My new home.The grandeur of his pack house does little to comfort me.
It’s a large stone and wood structure with a menacing feel that matches the man who claimed it—and me.I can feel the eyes of his pack members on me as we get out of the car, their curious and cautious glances telling me they know who I am and what happened.It’s a new world, a new order, one where I am not the Alpha’s daughter but the Alpha’s prisoner.
Alpha Dion guides me into the house and through the winding hallways to a room.He opens the door, revealing a simple room.The room is painted a soft white with wooden molding on the walls.Despite the tasteful decor, it feels more like a cage—cold and sterile, with bars on the windows and heavy locks on the door.
My heart races as I take in my surroundings—the barred windows, the heavy locks on the door—but instead of focusing on my fears, I try to focus on what Alpha Dion is saying.
“This will be your room,” he says, stepping aside to let me in.I take a deep breath, forcing myself to walk inside.He follows, watching me silently as I move around the room.I turn back to him, forcing myself to meet his gaze.
“When will you make me your Luna?”I ask, my voice shaking despite my attempt to sound brave.He chuckles, his cold eyes boring into me.
“In due time, Emery.You’ll need to adjust first.We have all the time in the world.”The cold realization that this is my life now settles in.I am his captive, and soon, I will become his Luna.There’s no escaping.
“I understand,” I reply, trying to sound more assured than I feel.
“Remember, Emery,” he begins, his tone turning icy, “You’re mine now.You belong to me, to my pack.Any act of defiance will be considered treason.And treason will not be tolerated.Understand?”I nod once, not trusting my voice.
“If you try to run, there will be harsh consequences.I need to know you understand that,” he tells me, and a shiver runs down my spine feeling his aura slip out slightly.
“I understand.”
He studies me for a few more moments, then turns to leave.“I’ll have some clothes sent to your room,” he says, pausing at the door.“Rest, you’ll need it.”
Once he leaves, I slump onto the bed, exhaustion washing over me.I had been running on adrenaline for most of the day.My body is heavy, and my mind is numb from the events.
Tears prick at my eyes, but I push them back.
