Page 53 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“Where to?”Kyrio asks him.
“Town, she needs clothes; we also need to grab whatever supplies we can,” Dion says, retrieving his phone from his pocket.I stare at it.What I would give to be able to ring Grandma and check on her.But I know better than to ask.
So, instead I turn my attention to the window.The drive to town is quiet, and I try to nap, attempting to ignore Kyrio and Dion’s talking until I hear him mention my father’s pack.Tuning back into their conversation, Dion is leaning forward between the seats, speaking softly to Kyrio while showing him something.Leaning forward, I see it’s the GPS that’s built into the dash.
“Most likely place, if that is where they’re hiding them,” Kyrio says.
I peer at the map to see it’s where the warehouses are located by the piers.“We can go tomorrow to check it out,” Dion tells him and my stomach drops.I recognize the warehouses because my father sometimes stopped by there.It’s the emergency shelter and also where supplies are kept.What does he want to go there for?
“And if they’re hiding there, what do you wanna do, report or—”
“No, the council will make excuses.We’ll handle it and contact them afterward to clean up what’s left of anyone,” Dion chuckles as he moves to sit back.I sit backward, shutting my eyes and pretending to be napping, my mind is racing wildly.
Some of my pack made it to the bunkers?That means grandma might be there.But if not, I know I have to warn them.My mind is still racing even when the car stops and Dion’s hand grips my shoulder, shaking me.
“Emery,” Dion says gently.“We’re here, love,” he murmurs as I open my eyes.We are in some small town.I stretch before climbing out of the car, trying to figure out where here is?
Peering around, Dion grabs my hand, lacing his fingers through mine.I move to pull my hand free of his grip subtly.
“Don’t.I’ll handcuff you to me.I don’t care who notices, Emery, hand or handcuffs?”I grit my teeth but spotting a bakery, I point to it.
“I wasn’t trying to run,” I lie.
He looks at where I’m pointing.“I’m hungry,” I tell him.He sighs but nods.
“Sorry, I forgot you haven’t eaten,” he says, leading me over to the bakery while Kyrio chuckles.
“Do I need to add feeding her to my list of chores?”Kyrio asks.
“No, just will take some getting used to,” Dion answers.I furrow my brows and I glance at him, then Kyrio.
“He’s feeding on you, he doesn’t have to eat,” Kyrio answers without being asked.
“I don’t understand?I’ve seen you eat,” I tell him.
“He still eats but doesn’t have to, it’s more habit, he can go days without eating if he has blood.”Kyrio answers.I think back to every time we’ve eaten in the dining hall; he hardly eats, only picks at his food, drinks, or was hand feeding me like I was some child.
I glance at Dion and he shrugs.“Anastasia, I didn’t have to worry about running off.Besides, I wasn’t with her much,” he says, glancing away.
“But she was your mate,” I tell him, but he shakes his head, opening the bakery door.
“No, she was my wife.You’re my mate.”
“I can’t work out your logic, that is the same thing!”
“Yes, kind of.But only one requires love for each other,” he tells me.I glance at him, but he pushes me in front of the displays.“What do you want?”he asks, and I scan the glass display before pointing at a huge cheese and bacon puff pastry.
“Those are my favorite, too,” Kyrio adds and Dion laughs, ordering us both one.The lady passes one to me and the other to Kyrio.However, when Dion tries to pay, the woman waves him away.
“You know your money is no good here after you saved my Pablo.”She moves to grab something else, wrapping it in paper before handing it to Kyrio.“Tell Tara I said hello, Kyrio,” the woman says.
“Always do, Elaine,” Kyrio winks at her.The old woman smiles and nods to Dion.I peer up at Dion as he leads me out.Once the door is closed, I ask.
“Whose Pablo?”
“Her son, he was almost killed.I gave him my blood, it saved him,” Dion answers.
“And so I get free baked goods,” Kyrio chuckles.
