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“Two Alphas raised her,” I retort, defending the notion I’d begun to accept.
“She may have had two Alphas raise her, but they definitely aren’t her parents,” Deacon states, his tone as cold as ice.I try to make sense of what he is implying.
“Are you surprised?”he questions, sensing my disbelief.
“I am because she’s so defiant, so unafraid to challenge me,” I confess.
A silence falls between us, Deacon contemplating my words.“Environment, mindset.All these things come into play but besides the strange taste of her blood.If she were Alpha-born, we would struggle to command her.She was commanded easily.Almost effortlessly.”
I have to admit.He has a point.Emery possesses the traits of an Alpha-born, but my commands seem to hold their sway over her with little effort.If she were an Alpha she would have some resistance.Her lack of though can be dangerous, commanding her could seriously hurt her or kill her if I used too much of my aura on her.And her defiance?It doesn’t irk me as it should.Instead, I find amusement in her defiance.It makes me want to push her buttons just to see her tiny claws come out.Whereas if she was an Alpha, I’d want to kill her, and it’s why I’ve struggled with previous attempts at trying to find a chosen, high-born mate; I’ve killed each one except Anastasia.
Anastasia was brought up completely differently from Emery, making me believe there is truth to Deacon’s words, mindset, and environment.Anastasia was submissive due to her volatile upbringing.There is a reason no packs have two Alpha males; it would be a bloodbath.The fact she also submitted so easily and gave in seems to be more of an “Omega trait,” Deacon offers, and I press my lips together; she certainly fits the profile.
This observation leaves me pondering.It raises more questions than it answers.“Well, that leaves me with less information about her.If she isn’t their daughter, then whose daughter is she?”
“I could take a guess, but that means her parents are dead.However, getting her to believe or even doubt her childhood won’t be easy.She’s brainwashed into thinking they’re her parents.”The implications hit me like a ton of bricks.
“Which means she was taken as a baby.”
“It explains why her scent differed so vastly from herbrother’s.”Being a Hybrid, I have an enhanced sense of smell.Sometimes, werewolves struggle to identify family as their sense of smell is not as acute.
As the realization sets in, I’m left with a sleeping Emery in my arms and a mind full of unsettling questions.She isn’t of Alpha blood, her parents are not her real parents, and I’ve potentially got a mate that’s oblivious to who she is and also oblivious to our bond until she shifts.
I let out a sigh, my thoughts running wild.We’ll be able to learn more in a few days once she shifts.
“What if she never shifts?”Deacon asks.
“Pardon?”I ask him.
“Shouldn’t we be able to sense her wolf?I sense nothing,” he adds.But I was sure I sensed her wolf, saw the flash of her eyes, and how does that explain her reaction to the bond?”
Deacon appears to question his words.
“True, maybe it is our paranoia setting in, fear of losing her,”
“Or maybe we worry she’ll be as defenseless as Anastasia,” I tell him.If anything, this makes the situation even more complicated.
As I gaze down at Emery’s sleeping face, all these worries seem trivial in comparison to the warmth and comfort that engulfs me whenever she is near.The pull toward her is undeniable, and regardless of what happens next, I’m certain nothing could change how much I need her.
Chapter 6
I stretch and yawn, half asleep but unnaturally warm.However, I wouldn’t say it was comfortable.Lifting my head, I find myself splayed across Dion’s chest.
His face is peaceful, even graceful in his sleep.Long, thick lashes frame his eyes, his dark hair brushes his high cheekbones, and his jaw is sharp and angular.My eyes drop to his full lips, entranced by them as I remember the feel of them against mine.Remembering the feeling of them exploring my body creates desires that are dark in nature, wrong, especially for the man responsible for killing my pack and family.
Before I notice I’ve moved, my fingertips graze his lips, causing them to quirk at the ends.“For someone who hates me, you’re an inquisitive little thing,” he murmurs.My fingers freeze, he doesn’t bother opening his eyes.
The next second, he snaps his teeth at my fingertips, clamping down on them before I can jerk them away.Only he doesn’t bite hard.He nibbles playfully before sucking on them, which makes me pull away from him.He chuckles, and I move to climb off him, only for him to drag me higher.
“Don’t run, I’m comfortable, and you’re keeping mewarm,” he tells me.I eye him suspiciously, wondering why he isn’t being cruel, or forcing himself on me.When I realize he has no malicious intent, I rest my cheek on his shoulder.“See, I can be nice,” he tells me.I try to think of the nice things he has done but come up empty of memories of this so-called niceness he possesses.
I ignore his words, trying to get comfortable and slide off him.But he doesn’t let me go, so instead, I rest my head on his shoulder, my legs draped across his thighs while his hand grips the back of my knee.I must admit he is warm, and he smells good.He actually smellsreally good, which makes me want to… I jerk away from him.Immediately, I’m horrified, realizing I am licking him.
He smiles but remains still, like he is trying to behave and not spook me when he finally speaks.“You’ll lick me but not talk to me?”He raises an eyebrow and cracks one eye open.I don’t know what he reads on my face, but it makes him snort.
“She-wolves are so easily embarrassed by natural reactions to their Alpha, don’t be.I’m your mate; I’d be more worried if you felt nothing toward me,” Dion purrs.
“I’m not embarrassed, nor do I feel anything for you,” I snap at him.
