Page 81 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
Climbing back into the now lukewarm bath, letting it soothe my burns.
I don’t realize I have dozed off until I am jolted awake by Dion’s strong hands shaking me.My eyes fly open as my head slips beneath the water, disoriented and gasping for air.
“Emery!”Dion’s voice is sharp, his eyes widen as he helps me sit up.
“How long have you been in there?”he asks, his gaze flicking to my pruney fingers gripping the edge of the tub.
I shake my head, unsure of how much time had passed.“I don’t know,” I admit, my voice barely above a raspy whisper as I cough on water.
“Have you been in here since I left?Your hands are all wrinkly.”Dion’s tone holds a note of disbelief, as if he can’t fathom why I would stay submerged in the water for so long.
“The water stops my burns from stinging,” I explain, slowly climbing out of the tub.My legs tremble slightly as I find my footing on the cold tile floor.
Dion stares at me, his gaze lingering on the burns that still mar my skin, which is raw and angry.He says nothing, his expression unreadable as he continues to study me.
Finally, Dion turns and walks out of the bathroom, leaving me feeling raw and self-conscious.I quickly grab a toweland move to the closet, grabbing one of his oversized shirts to cover myself before returning to the bedroom.
Dion is in the shower now, the sound of running water filling the room.I climb into bed.He eventually joins me, his phone in hand
“Whatcha watching?”I ask, hating the awkward tension.
“News,” he replies, clearly focused on whatever is playing on his phone.
I lean closer, curiosity getting the better of me while Dion’s gaze remains locked on the screen, his jaw set.
The thought of movies sends a pang through my chest.I recalled the countless evenings spent huddled with my brother in the dimly lit living room, lost in the stories playing out on the screen.The homeschool films and shows might not have been as thrilling as what others watched, but they were a cause for excitement in my home, TV time having to be earned.
Dion’s phone casts eerie shadows on his face as he continues to watch the news, his expression cold and focused.I can’t help but feel drawn to the small screen, desperate for even a fleeting taste of normalcy.
“Mind if I watch with you?”I ask, wriggling closer to him as I try to peer over his shoulder.
He sighs, glancing at me before refocusing on the screen.“It’s the news, not a movie.I’m checking for reports about Alpha Farren’s pack and Alpha Callum’s arrest.”
“Wait, how are you watching the news on your phone?”I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.
Dion glances at me before answering, “It’s a TV streaming service.They have an app for it.”
“Really?”My eyes widen in surprise, a tiny spark of excitement igniting within me.
“Do you think maybe you could get me a TV for the room?”I ask hesitantly, not wanting to push too far.
“Maybe, if you behave,” he mumbles, his attention still focused on the screen.
Moving closer, I try to watch over his shoulder, hoping tocatch a glimpse of whatever he is viewing.Dion isn’t having it.He growls softly and pulls the phone away from my line of sight, clearly annoyed.
“Sorry,” I whisper, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me.
“Fine,” Dion relents.“You can watch, but it’s rude to do so over someone’s shoulder.I’ll let you watch on one condition.”The sudden offer captures my attention.”If you let me feed on you.”
A shiver runs down my spine, knowing he can control if his bite is painful, but I don’t hesitate to agree, knowing full well the trade-off would be worth it.
“How long can I watch your phone?”I ask pathetically.
“I’ll let you pick a movie on it,” he says, his expression softening ever so slightly.As I reach out to take the phone, he pulls it away.
“You first,” Dion states, his voice firm but not unkind.I hesitate, biting my lip.A part of me still fears he might take advantage of the situation and refuse to let me watch a movie afterward.
“But you could just feed on me and not let me?”I ask cautiously, searching his eyes for any sign of deceit.He raises an eyebrow at me as if amused by my lack of trust, but to my surprise, he eventually passes me the phone.
