Page 27 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
The world blurs in and out of focus as the tube down my throat starts working, the sensation of my stomach being pumped is indescribable and not one I want to endure again.
Suddenly, a new sensation hits me - the feeling of Dion’s blood being transfused into mine.It’s a strange mix of invigoration and refreshment that wipes out the horrible, nauseous feeling.When I finally open my eyes, I find Dion gazing at me, a fury burning in his eyes that makes me shudder.Doc comes over and checks my vitals, and I wonder how long I was out.Sitting up, I oddly feel the best I ever have, like I could run a marathon.
“Out, everyone,” Dion snarls, his command sending everyone scampering out of the room.He tosses the bottle of pills in my lap.“Do you know what these are?”
“Sleeping pills,” I respond, guilt washing over me.ButDion shakes his head.
“No, they aresleeperpills,” he corrects, and I blanch at his words.“Those pills are designed to kill werewolves.They don’t just make you sleep, they shut down your body, system by system, basically like rat poison for wolves.Your heart would’ve stopped, your lungs collapsed, and organs would have ruptured without my fucking blood!And even that isn’t a guarantee!”
The gravity of my actions hit me, and I feel a wave of despair wash over me.I hadn’t just tried to incapacitate Dion, I had nearly committed murder.“Why?At least answer me that!”he snarls angrily.
“I didn’t know what they were, I thought they saidSleeping, notSleeper,” I admit.
“So what was the plan, Emery?Knock me out and run?”I glance away but the way he says it, it sounds like he is mocking me for even trying.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, feeling ashamed of myself.
He scoffs and turns away from me.“That’s all you have to say?You could have killed me or one of my pack members.You could have killed yourself!”He shakes his head in disappointment.
“I didn’t realize.I wouldn’t have if I knew they weren’t what I thought.”My confession hangs in the air between us as he stares at me with disbelief.He takes a few deep breaths before sighing heavily.
“That’s it?You were just going to run away?”His voice is softer now but still carries an edge of frustration that cuts me straight down to my soul.“Get up,” Dion orders and I slip off the bed.
“What are you going to do?”I ask him but he doesn’t answer, instead just grips my wrist dragging me from the room.The closer we draw to my room, the heavier the sinking feeling in my stomach gets.His demeanor changes swiftly within seconds, turning cold, and indifferent.
However, before we turn down the last corridor toward my room, he pauses, jerking me down another.I glance back down the way we came when Dion leads me somewhere else.Hedoesn’t stop to check if I am still following, probably knowing his aura was keeping me in place.He stops at the door, twisting the handle and pushes the door open.I find it’s his bedroom.
Stunned, I take in the room.It was obviously designed for a king with its large windows and decadent furniture.The walls are a deep red velvet, and golden accents hang everywhere.Fine art adorns the walls, and it smells of rich incense.Dion steps into the room, pulling me with him as he closes the door behind us.He drops my wrist and moves away from me without saying anything.
I scan the room as I try to figure out why he would bring me here when it’s obvious this is his personal space.He strides across the room toward a small desk and withdraws something from it before turning back to me.My heart leaps in my throat when I realize what he has in his hands.A rope.
He doesn’t say anything as he stands there, staring at me with those intense eyes, holding the rope between us like an unspoken challenge.My gaze shifts to the bed.His expression is neutral, but his aura radiates determination, as if daring me to refuse what he is offering.Although I am still not sure what he offers, a rope is anything but good.He moves across the room to a door barely visible.I wouldn’t have known it was there without him opening it.He motions for me to follow him, and I shake my head.
“Emery, don’t test me,” he warns, but I back up.Why does he have a secret room, why the rope?Turning, I make a run for the door, but he captures me before I make it three steps.I thrash in his grip.He doesn’t seem to care.“I warned you about misbehaving, I warned you you’d be punished.”
Dion’s dominating presence fills the room, an intimidating and overpowering force that sends an instinctive tremble through me.He gives me a deliberate look, a clear assertion of his authority that communicates his intentions more effectively than any word could.
The room we are in is lavish, but there’s a disturbing intensity that unsettles me.Every inch of the space screamsdecadence from the polished marble floor to the obsidian black walls.The ceiling is high, with large iron hooks embedded in the overhead beams, which several ropes hang from.
My breath hitches in my throat.A Sandalwood incense and a heavy musky cologne fills the air and is only interrupted by the heady scent of leather.This room feels alien, dangerous, and his playground.Only when he says punishment, I have a feeling this might be the worst, as he pushes me toward the center of the room.I dig my feet in, refusing and struggling against him.
It was a simple plan, or so I thought.A few crushed sleeping pills in his drink would have bought me a chance to escape, a break from his dominating presence.But here I am, shackled in this room.The price for trying to drug Dion proves to be steep.
“You thought you could trick me, Emery?”His icy gaze is relentless, drinking in my futile struggles against him as he grabs my wrists, leading me across the room.
Lashing out, I manage to escape his grip, but only fleetingly before I am tossed like a rag doll.The thud of my body on the soft fabric makes me groan.The carpet is burning my skin.
The tension in the room is as tight as a drawn bowstring, poised to snap at any moment.Dion’s tall frame eclipses the little light seeping through the heavy drapes.His silhouette is an intimidating outline, a dominant force preparing to rain down retribution.
“I’m not your toy, Dion!”I shout at him, my voice shrill and uneven against the stillness of the room.“You can’t expect me to just roll over!”I sneer, accessing my knee and hip.
His laughter, cold and harsh, sends icy tendrils creeping down my spine.“We’ll see about that, little wolf,” he says, the threat in his words thickening the air between us.
I close my eyes, attempting to calm my racing heart.Memories of his past punishments send tremors through me, only this is different.He wants to truly punish me, hurt me.His ruthless dominance has stripped me of any illusion of control.
His footfalls echo in the quiet, growing louder as he approaches.My breath catches as his shadow falls over me, a shiver running down my spine.He leans down, his icy eyes boring into mine as he crouches in front of me.
“Did you really think you could slip something into my drink, and I wouldn’t notice?”His tone is low, laced with danger and bitter amusement.“What poor judgement, Emery.”
