Page 150 of Her Destined Alpha
I made sure I took it slow; each arm I broke, each hand I crushed, ripping a few of their eyes from their sockets. With each attack, all I could think about was my kitten, all alone, at what? Fifteen? Sixteen?
Why hadn’t I been there for her back then? I grabbed one of the men. Gripping his arms, I kicked him in the back. The sickening sound of bones breaking was drowned out by his scream of agony.
I looked around at the bloody bodies that lay around. They were still breathing, one or two trying not to move and disguise their heartbeats. I smirked coldly.
Tonight… no one is surviving.
They were one of the three groups that hurt her; next were the witches and then that other group of werewolves. In that memory, her tears distorted her vision, but I would still find them, no matter what.
One by one, I ripped the men to pieces, limb from fucking limb, making sure I went for the vital organs last. The screams of agony were distant. All I could hear was my own thudding heart and the sound of the blood that dripped onto the stone floor. Blood that covered me and the entire ground like a river of sins...
That night, it rained blood, and I was fucking proud.
No one would hurt my mate and live. I was an alpha, one who would destroy everything and anything that hurt my mate.
Delsanra
We had goneto a steakhouse and had just placed our food order. The entire twenty-five-minute drive, Liam was quiet. The place itself was cosy and welcoming, with upbeat music playing low in the background. He was the polar opposite of Rayhan and Kiara... I glanced at his neck, noticing he didn’t have a mate mark. I saw him frown deeply at me, and I looked away quickly.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“Nineteen…”
“Do you want a drink?”
I frowned. What had my age got to do with that? I mean, I had to be over eighteen to have been found by my mate, obviously I could drink…
“It’s a simple question,” he added coldly.
“No… just food,” I said, “Then again… maybe one drink.” Worrying over Rayhan was getting to me. He raised his eyebrows before motioning a waiter over.
“A bottle of bourbon and two glasses.”
“Coming right up, sir,” he said politely before walking off.
“So… Kiara’s twin. You two are nothing alike,” I said, trying to make conversation. His frown deepened, his blue eyes meeting mine.
“Yeah, guess not,” he said, glancing away as the waiter returned.
He took the bottle from him, pouring us both a glass without bothering to even spare the waiter a second glance.
Okay, there went that attempt at conversation…
“Why are most alphas so moody?” I blurted out, thinking Rayhan and his dad were an exception, but from what I had heard and seen, they usually were so broody.
“Are witches always so annoying and nosy?” he replied coldly.
“Just a genuine question…” I picked up my glass and took a sip of it. It wasn’t bad… I preferred the one I’d had at Rayhan’s.
“Not your ideal poison?”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Your type?”
“Of alcohol?”
“Did the Moon Goddess pair Rayhan with a dumb mate?”
