Page 218 of Her Destined Alpha
The smell of blood filled the air along with Mom’s scream, one I would never forget.
I felt the agonising feeling of something breaking painfully inside, the feeling that every pack member would have felt — the passing of their Alpha.
Then, there was a surge of power that grew within me, the power gained when one took the Alpha title. A power I was given by default. A power that clarified that my father was gone.
No…
I couldn’t breathe, and I was no longer sure if it was the pain of his loss or due to the darkness that was growing. I looked at Delsanra. Tears streamed down her face, her red eyes burning with anguish.
“Bastard!” Raihana cried out, slamming Reginald to the ground, only for Chris to rip his head from his body. She screamed in grief, falling to her knees, and Chris pulled her into his arms.
I ran to Mom and Delsanra, shifting back. I could feel their emotions as I wrapped my arms around Mom, who sobbed uncontrollably. I reached over with one hand, cupping my kitten’s head, and pressed my head against her shoulder from behind. Her heart was pounding, and her pain was palpable.
My vision was blurry as she pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before turning back to the wall. I could feel her powers swirling around us, coating those dark tentacles of darkness that had been climbing the building, engulfing them all in fire, and soon I felt the darkness lift.
Delsanra gasped as the spell began to shatter. Spinning around the moment it was complete, her heart thundered as she looked at Mom and the blood on the floor. She was shaking as she began to scoop Dad’s blood fruitlessly from the floor. Didn’t she realise it was all mixed?
“I can bring him back! I have dark magic, I just need-”
“No,” I said hoarsely. I knew what she was about to say. Try to bring him back using necromancy… “Dad wouldn’t have wanted you to do that.”
“I just need-” she whimpered pleadingly, staring at the blood that coated her hands.
“No, baby, Dad wouldn’t want that…” I repeated quietly just as the doors crashed open.
“But…” Delsanra whispered. I shook my head, and our eyes locked. She sobbed, clamping her hands over her mouth.
Uncle and several other wolves entered, along with a few witches. His eyes met mine, and I knew he knew it was too late.
“He’s right… a life for a life. Plus, you would have to use some of your own life force, Delsanra…” Raihana whimpered as she clung to Chris.
“Rafael would never want that,” Mom sobbed, pulling Delsanra into her arms. I heard Uncle suck in a sharp breath.
Fuck, it was real. Dad was gone. My head was squeezing in pain, and my chest felt excruciatingly tight. Dad…
Uncle dropped to his knees next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry… I should have been here.” The pain in his voice was unmasked, but right then, I couldn’t deal with any of it.
Dad was gone…
Fuck… I should have been stronger.
“Rayhan,” Uncle said hoarsely.
I clutched my head, fighting back my tears, my chest heaving. I gasped when my kitten’s trembling arms wrapped around me tightly from behind just as I roared in agony and rage, clutching my hair tightly.
“Mama…” Raihana’s voice was faint. Mom’s sobs…
No, this fucking wasn’t happening…
“Let me try,” Delsanra begged quietly.
Why didn’t she get it? Dad would never be able to live knowing what the repercussions of reviving the dead would have on her.
“You can’t. For him,” I whispered, turning and burying my head into her chest. She didn’t reply, simply caressing my hair as she sobbed silently.
“Take the injured… our dead… and burn the fucking rest,” Uncle said quietly.
