Page 86 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“I know you don’t like hearing anything bad about your family,” he says, his voice dripping with malice, “That is why I never told you.”
My mind reels at his words.Did he have her killed?The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I snap at him without thinking.
“Did you have her killed?”I practically spit the words at him.
Dion’s face contorts in anger, his grip on my thighs tightening.“What kind of monster do you take me for?”he snarls.
My heart races as I stare into his eyes, searching for the truth.But all I can see is cold, unfeeling rage.
“You know nothing because no one gets a chance to explain anything without you jumping to conclusions,” he spits, and I feel a sickening sensation in the pit of my stomach.“Your sister was reckless and paid the price; I told her not to come back here.”
I stare at him in disbelief, struggling to find the wordsto respond.“You never told me about her,” I whisper, my voice shaking with emotion.“You should have told me.”
Dion’s grip on my thighs loosens, and he reaches up to brush a strand of hair behind my ear.“Every time I’ve mentioned your family, you’ve dismissed me,” he says.“I will tell you, but you won’t like the answers you’re seeking,” he warns me.
My heart aches at his words, but I can’t shake the feeling there’s more to the story than he’s letting on.“Your sister came to me looking for help.”He pauses.“She wanted help with your father.She—” I shake my head and move to get up, done with his lies.He is trying to make me believe my family were monsters.I won’t let him trash Trinity’s name.Trinity wasn’t allowed out of the house, just the same as me.
Dion growls.“This is precisely what I mean.When I mention your family, you shut down and don’t want to hear it!”
“I want the truth, not excuses of why you killed my family.”
“I didn’t kill Trinity,” Dion snarls.
“I know you didn’t.She was killed in a rogue attack, yet after seeing how cozy you are with them, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were behind it!”Dion snarls, and I find myself pinned against his desk once more, his hand wrapped securely around my throat.
“Trinity was Anastasia’s friend, and I didn’t kill her.Your father did because she betrayed him.All I did was try to help her!”he snarls angrily.
I gasp for air as Dion’s grip tightens, his eyes burning with a fiery rage.“You’re lying,” I choke out, struggling to break free.
Dion leans in closer until we are nose-to-nose.“Your father was a monster,” he growls.“He killed anyone who stood against him, and your sister paid the ultimate price.”
“What do you mean she betrayed him?”I manage to choke out, struggling against his grip on my throat.
I gasp for air as Dion tightens his grip aroundmy neck even more, making it hard for me to breathe properly.“Let-me-go!”I gasp.
“Not until you listen to me,” Dion says through gritted teeth.
I try to nod but find it impossible under the pressure of his hand, crushing the life out of me slowly.”Okay-okay!Just let go!”Panic overtakes me as Dion’s grip tightens around my throat, cutting off my air supply.I claw at his hand, struggling to breathe.I can feel my consciousness slipping away as spots dance in front of my eyes, and I lash out my hand connecting with his face.
Suddenly, his hold on me loosens, and I gasp for air, coughing and sputtering.My vision clears slowly, and I see Dion staring at me, his chest heaving with rage.His fangs protruding, making him even more sinister than before.
My head reels from lack of oxygen, and blood rushes up behind my ears, creating a ringing sound that makes focus difficult.His eyes flicker oddly, and his skin ripples like he is fighting his wolf from taking over.
“I didn’t kill your sister,” he says quietly, his tone softer now.“But your father did.”
I stare at him in disbelief as tears well up in my eyes.My father loved Trinity, he loved all of us; I can’t see him killing her.
Yet, peering at Dion, he steps closer, and I back up only to hit the hard surface of his desk.He stops, his hand reaches out to caress my cheek.“I shouldn’t have grabbed you, but you don’t listen.Not that that is an excuse, just...”he grits his teeth.
“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice laced with sincerity.His hand moves to my neck, and I swallow the lump in my throat that has formed.The action is uncomfortable when a knock sounds on the door.I use it as an excuse to step away from him, but he moves quicker, his hand gripping my nape, and he pulls me closer.The knock sounds again, and he growls.
“Leave,” he snarls and whoever it is, their footsteps carry down the hall.“I can prove it,” he whispers, and I look up at him.
“You can prove it?”
He nods, watching me for a second.
“I know you look for every excuse to hate me, believingwhat I did to your parents is unjust, but just this once, can you please listen?”his fangs slowly retract, and I let out a breath and nod.
