Page 200 of Her Destined Alpha
“I know it may not be my place... but I know you have suffered a lot; beyond anything anyone should ever have to suffer. I just wanted to let you know… I’m always here if you want to talk. I suffered at the hands of my father when I was a child. He discovered I healed extremely fast, so decided to make me his favourite punching bag, and I told no one. The trauma of abuse isn’t something that just goes away once it stops. It stays with us throughout our lives, one way or another. Some days may be okay. Others may be darker…”
My heart thundered as I listened to her. It was true... those memories still came back. She reached out, placing a hand on my upper arm.
“You are so strong for withstanding it all, but know that we are all here for you. And when it comes to this, I am definitely here, even if it’s just someone to text or chat with when you are having a bad day. Here’s my number,” she said, passing me a folded square of paper.
“Thank you…” I said, taking it.
“Guess we both had pieces of shits for dads, huh?”
“Seems like you know a lot,” I replied with a small wry smile. She smirked.
“Elijah is on the Council, and our families are rather tight. We’re working on finding those werewolves who are behind it all, and we will do it fast.” I nodded. That made sense. “Shall we return? I think it’s almost time for your initiation,” she said, brushing her red hair back.
I nodded, and we both returned to the rest. Rayhan stood up, gripping my hips at the same time as Alpha Elijah pulled Scarlett into his arms.
“I missed you, Kitten,” Alpha Elijah said.
“Come on, Kitten,” Rayhan said at the exact moment. Both men looked at each other, and the older alpha frowned.
“That was my word first,” he said.
“Yeah, well, I’m sure Aunty Red is no longer a kitten but a cat now, right?” Rayhan said with a smirk.
“You calling me old, kid?” Luna Scarlett asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Seems like it,” Alpha Elijah said, frowning.
“He didn’t mean that, and I’m sure there are plenty of kittens in the world…” I said, blushing when I realised they were arguing over pet names.
“Well, none as special as mine,” Rayhan said, enclosing me in his arms.
“Same goes for mine,” Alpha Elijah replied possessively. Our eyes met, and he gave me a small smile despite his words.
I smiled back before burying my head in Rayhan’s chest. I felt so content there. I just wished that once Reginald and the others were caught, and the werewolves… we could all return to living a perfect, happy life.
“It’s time,” Rayhan said, kissing my hands softly. I didn’t miss his gaze dipping to my cleavage. I teasingly pressed my breasts together ever so slightly, making his eyes flash.
I smirked as he led me towards the tree that was lit brightly with lanterns. Papa Raf was waiting beneath it, a warm smile on his face. He held his hand out to me as the music was lowered and the chatter died down. Everyone gathered around, and Rayhan stood on my other side, his arms around my waist as I took Papa Raf’s hand and stepped closer.
“Thank you to everyone for coming tonight. I think we all have to admit the drinks and food were indeed needed!” Papa Raf said, making everyone chuckle. “But most importantly, we are here to welcome our future Luna into this pack, the beautiful, strong, brave, and compassionate Delsanra. One who had helped us long before we even knew she was Rayhan’s mate. Always treat her with the love and respect that she deserves. There is not one woman who I would be prouder to have as my daughter, as my son’s mate, and the future Luna of this pack to carry on my legacy,” he said clearly. His warm brown eyes didn’t leave mine. The warmth and love in his voice made me feel emotional.
“One day, when I am no longer around, I’ll be content because I know that I am leaving my pack in good hands, ones that will nurture and grow this pack to new heights,” he continued. His eyes were locked with mine, and I promised silently that I would always make him proud. “We will take the oath and bind it with blood,” he said warmly. I nodded. I knew this part; Rayhan had already told me.
“Do you, Delsanra Diana Silver, pledge your allegiance to the Black Storm Pack, to your Alpha, and promise to always treat this pack as your own?” Papa Raf asked.
“I, Delsanra Diana Silver, pledge my allegiance to the Black Storm Pack, to my Alpha, and promise to always treat this pack as my family,” I said clearly.
Rayhan took my hand as Luna Maria passed Papa Raf a knife. He sliced his own hand before he looked at me. I smiled and held my hand out. One slice of a knife was nothing. He made a small cut, passing the knife back before we combined our hands, sealing our oath. I felt a strange surge go through me, and I shivered. I smiled as I realised I was somehow connected to the pack; despite not being a werewolf, the bond was there.
Everyone clapped and cheered. Rayhan stepped away, his hand on my waist.
“I give you the future Luna of Black Storm! My mate, Delsanra!” he announced, his eyes fixed on me.
Shouts of welcome to the pack, congratulations Luna, and much more all blended into one. Rayhan took my hand, running his tongue along my cut, making my core throb. Someone in the crowd whistled, and I knew it was Chris, but I couldn’t bother turning to look. My eyes locked with Rayhan’s sexy grey ones.
“Come, let’s get a drink or two,” he said, “Luna.”
“Okay, Alpha,” I replied, tiptoeing and kissing his cheek, glad that I could at least reach with these heels.
