Page 47 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“No, rogues did, you said it yourself at the ball,” I remind him.
“Because your father told them to,” he reiterates, clearly irritated at me.
I sigh heavily, reaching for the conditioner.“Now, why would my father order rogues to kill your mate?”I ask, slightly annoyed.
“Because your father is a very sick, depraved man is why.Enough about Anastasia, and my son.I don’t want to fight with you right now,” he growls.
“Fine!So how do you know Ellie’s father?”I ask him, detouring the conversation slightly.
“From when I was rogue,” he answers, and the conditioner bottle slips from my hands at his words.Dion moves like lightning catching it.
“Thanks,” I move to take it from him, but he squeezes some in his hand, then sets the bottle back.“Turn around,” heorders.
I do, not bothering to try to fight the command, instead hoping he will tell me more when I feel him start lathering my conditioner through the lengths of my hair.
“You didn’t know I was rogue?”he asks me.
I shake my head.“You said your parents abandoned you?Is that when you were rogue?”I ask when he doesn’t say anything else.
“My mother abandoned me, I don’t know who my father is,” he tells me.
“How old were you?”I ask him now, fully invested in this conversation.I’ve heard rumors from the maids at the pack house and guards, but none ever mentioned him being a rogue before he was Alpha.And how did he become an Alpha when he was rogue?
“I think I was two, maybe three?Time is different for me.It’s hard to keep track of since I don’t age, my earlier memories are a little fuzzy,” he admits.
I try to remember what I was doing at three, I can hardly picture myself that young, let alone being abandoned.
“Your mother gave you up for adoption when you were three?”I ask, wondering how a woman could love a child for three years then abandon them.I try not to judge, not knowing the circumstances when his next words shock me further.
“She didn’t place me in an orphanage, Emery.She threw me off a waterfall.I’m sure she was hoping it would kill me,” he answers, so matter-of-factly.I find myself glancing at him over my shoulder.
“When you were three?”I ask.
“Or two, as I said, it’s a little fuzzy, but I remember the falling part, that I will never forget.Also remember how cold the water was,” he tells me, like this is just some normal conversation, not something traumatic.
“And you lived?”
“No, I’m a ghostly apparition that came back just to claim you as my mate,” he chuckles and I roll my eyes.
“That’s not what I mean, I’m just shocked,” I admit.
“I’m not a liar,” he states, and I peek up at him, but he pulls me under the stream of water, rinsing my hair before I can answer him.
“I may have died if the wolves didn’t pull me out.I couldn’t swim, I nearly drowned,” he admits.
“A pack found you?”I ask him, while rubbing my eyes to clear the water from them.“No, normal wolves, at first.I thought they dragged me out to eat me,” he chuckles.
I wait for him to burst out laughing, this sounds veryJungle Bookto me.Only when he doesn’t, I turn around to find him stuck in some memory.I touch him, bringing him back to the present.
“I think they could sense I was a werewolf; werewolves can tame wild wolves, turns out one of the local packs was feeding them.They stayed with me until one of them found me,” he shrugs.
“Which pack were you raised in?”I ask.
“None, I ran away a few days later to look for my mother,” he tells me, and my stomach sinks at his words.“Even after what she did?”
“She was my mom, I was a child.I probably thought she dropped me.It wasn’t until I was older that I realized she intentionally threw me off,” he answers.
I can’t imagine what it must have been like for him to be abandoned by the one person who was supposed to love and protect him.
