Page 140 of Her Destined Alpha
“Oh yeah? Do you really fucking think time is going to change her fucking opinion? No matter how much fucking time passes, she still fucking hates me. But that’s fucking valid. I’m just saying… she’s a stubborn one, and this is her fucking daughter.” Dad remained silent, but I knew Uncle was right.
“Mom’s negativity can affect Raihana, as we saw,” I said. “And if her emotions go out of control…”
“Send her to my pack, I’ll take care of her,” Uncle offered suddenly. Dad looked up and nodded. I could tell he was grateful.
“You hate witches, too, right?” he asked his younger brother.
“Yeah, those fucking shits who attacked us. If I’m fine with Delsanra, then I’m fucking fine with my niece. Send her down, Kiara gets bored at home alone anyway.” I smiled slightly. Got to love the way Uncle Al cared but pretended not to give a shit.
“Nice to see how damn sweet you are, Uncle. Don’t make it a habit, though. It doesn’t suit you,” I mocked.
“Good point. Want me to fucking come down and rough up that pretty boy face of yours?” he shot back, smirking coldly.
“Damn, are you that jealous of my good looks, Uncle? Or is it the fact that you’re thirty-six and counting, so beginning to lack on the Rossi charm?” I smirked. He raised an eyebrow.
“I fucking created the hot gene.”
“Can you two stop it?” Dad sighed. I could tell he was mentally drained.
I sat back, feeling a little better knowing that Raihana was going to be in safe hands. I also knew it eased Dad’s worries.
“What are we going to do, Rafael?” Beta Jack asked quietly.
“Is there anything I can do?” Lola asked from where she stood behind my seat.
“Okay, so this is the plan for now. Those who witnessed it have been ordered to stay quiet; I will have a word with them tomorrow myself. As for the rumours, let them be. I will address them soon enough… Rayhan, you were going to go to Marcel’s pack anyway; move it forward. Take Delsanra and go. On the way, you can drop Raihana at Al’s pack.” I nodded.
“You’re going there? Did you talk to him?” Uncle Al asked, his eyes glinting.
“I did… I told him about Delsanra, too.” He nodded.
“I know this is about your mate... but he’s been through shit too, as have his pack. Take that into account,” he said, taking a drag on his cigarette. My eyes flashed as I looked at him.
“If it was Kiara? Would you say the same thing?” I asked. His jaw ticked, and a tense silence fell between us.
“All I’m saying is just think before you fucking act- I didn’t say don’t get justice for her.”
“Yeah. I’m going to do what I need to do,” I said quietly, standing up. “Anyway, I’m off to bed.”
“Have a think on his words, Rayhan, for me,” Dad said gently.
I gave Lola a one-armed hug before walking out. I was not going to listen to anyone, not after the shit my mate’s gone through. Even if it fucked things up... if only they had felt her pain… seen what she had suffered…
The memory I saw came to the forefront of my mind. Like I said, if I had to fight the world for her, I would. I headed to the kitchen and took a glass drink bottle from the fridge before walking up to my bedroom.
I looked at her sleeping in bed and knew she had transformed. I could tell from the way that something extra was added to her scent. I had actually wanted to ask Dad if he had felt the change, but I didn’t want to hear something similar to what Raihana had said. Yeah, no fucking way…
I walked over to the bed. Leaning down, I kissed her cherry-coloured lips, relishing in the pleasure of the contact before forcing myself back. I ignored the way my dick throbbed. My eyes raked over her body. She was clad only in the shirt I had pulled over her before I had changed her earlier. It clung to her curves perfectly, and although I was tempted to play with her, I covered her up and got into bed, picking up the laptop I had on the side of my drawer. Flipping it open, I switched it on as I bit the metal cap off the bottle. After taking a swig, I placed it down and opened a web page, typing in one simple sentence: ‘List of supernatural beings.’
The internet wasn’t going to give me the correct answer, but it would give me ideas. One thing I knew for sure was that my little kitten was something else. But the question was, what?
I didn’t give up. Even when I saw Delsanra return to her normal state in her sleep or the way she curled up against me, I continued to search.
Three hours later, I had gone through countless links, websites, lore, myths… legends. Just like werewolves, vampires, wendigos etc., there were so many versions out there, but behind each story, there was a source of truth.
I had finally rounded it down to one option. I stared at the computer screen, fighting sleep as I stared at the words on the screen… was it what Delsanra was? I mean, it would make sense considering she was called ‘the daughter of darkness’. But was it even possible?
I cleared my search history and shut my laptop down. Was it necessary to even know? I remembered the fire in the bathroom. It was not her witch powers, just like her extremely sharp hearing.
