Page 27 of Her Destined Alpha
“Ah, thanks, baby,” Lola said appreciatively, leaning over and taking a mug.
“Yeah, I remember her,” Chris replied, frowning deeply.
“Say we didn’t find her. What do you think would have happened?” I asked, picking up my mug.
We all had our favourite drinks; Lola’s being hot chocolate with cream, Chris’s was a caramel latte, Rose’s was green tea, and I loved my milky coffee. I glanced at Delsanra. She was another coffee lover like me.
“What would have happened if you guys hadn’t found Delsanra?” Rose repeated, sitting down on the ground between Lola’s legs.
“We would have been fucked,” Chris said. “The King and Queen wouldn’t have managed to kill that bitch without sacrificing themselves in the process.”
Something about his words gave me hope. It was his reaction that I was scared about.
“She was another victim of Endora’s,” I said quietly. Lola looked at Delsanra, then at me. I thought she was making the connection, but I wasn’t sure. “It’s her…” I affirmed quietly, looking down at my sleeping princess.
The room fell silent as everyone tried to make sense of my words. All eyes were trained on her.
“She’s her… meaning?” Chris was the first to speak.
“The witch, as in Delsanra? Didn’t she die?” Rose asked, surprised.
“Yeah, it’s Delsanra. That’s probably why her jumping to her death hit me so hard… because she’s my mate,” I said quietly, kissing her hand once more. It felt so fragile and delicate in my own.
“Whoa… so she’s a witch,” Chris muttered, looking stunned as if he still couldn’t comprehend it. I looked at him, waiting for his reaction. Would he be okay… or?
“She isn’t Endora. And from what we saw… she’s been treated horribly,” Rose whispered, looking up at Lola, who caressed her hair and kissed the top of her head. The look they exchanged made me wonder just how bad it was.
“Even werewolves have treated her like shit,” I said, my eyes flashing at the memory I had seen.
“So that’s why she hates us,” Chris said. He got up, walking over to me. “You didn’t tell us because of me, right?” I looked up at him. Well, what could I expect? He knew me well enough.
“You lost your parents, and I know how you feel about witches,” I said quietly.
“That’s like saying all werewolves are bad. We both know there’s a handful of us who are evil. I don’t like witches, but we have to remember that she helped us, and foremost, she’s your mate. That’s enough for me, brother,” he said, placing his hand on my shoulder.
“Now I remember why I put up with all your crap,” I said with a slight smirk.
I felt beyond relieved with his acceptance. I knew it wasn’t easy for him to play this off, but he was being positive for me.
“You don’t really have a choice. I’m just so damn lovable,” he said with an arrogant smirk, picking up his mug. I scoffed as Lola snorted.
“Hah, yeah right. I swear, I feel for your mate,” she remarked.
“Well, as you can see, I haven’t found her, and I’m not sure I want to,” he admitted. “Maybe I’ll be blessed with a few mates... now that would be fun.”
“Oh, you are horrible,” Rose said, wrinkling her nose.
“What’s wrong with a few mates?” Chris protested.
I drank my coffee, placing my mug back down, not once letting go of Delsanra’s hand.
“We should go. Let us know if you need anything, babe,” Rose offered.
“What? Do none of you like the idea of me having a harem of mates?”
“No, we don’t. You can’t even cope with the women you usually bring. How will you handle a harem of mates you’ll be stuck with for life?” Lola asked as she finished her drink and picked up the tray.
“Well… they will all be soft, gentle women who will serve-”
