Page 153 of Her Destined Alpha
“Yes, we do,” I said, taking my bag of candles and crystals from Rayhan. He gave a curt nod, and I got to work setting up the candles on the best flat surface I could find.
“So, Marcel mentioned you made a fucking mess.” The King’s voice was quiet as they stood a ways away. He was speaking very low, but I could just about catch it.
“And?” Rayhan’s cold voice shot back. Raihana walked over to me and crouched down to watch.
“Didn’t I say to at least think of the fucking repercussions?” the King hissed.
“Don’t be a fucking hypocrite,” Rayhan growled, and both Raihana and I turned towards them. His anger was blazing around him as he glared at his uncle.
“This is not the same. Times have-”
“For your entire fucking life, you behaved like a fucking dipshit. I don’t give a shit about the reasons you had. Sure, you were different and had to fucking hide who you were, but Dad bent over backwards for you. Don’t think I was fucking blind to it. Delsanra has been treated like shit her entire life without even one fucking person who cared. Do you see her walking around acting like a fucking bitter twat?” Rayhan snapped, his eyes blazing green as he stared at his uncle. “You had Dad. She didn’t have anyone like him either. I will do as I fucking want, and if it goes against your fucking rules, then to hell with them. The Black Storm Pack will break away from the Council and its goddamn rules.”
“Oh yeah? Do you think one lone pack is going to be able to stand against every pack in the entire fucking country?
“Yeah. If the need arises, I sure can,” Rayhan said.
“I made mistakes in my past, Rayhan, doesn’t mean you need to do the same,” he said coldly.
“Then let me make mine and learn from them,” Rayhan said, walking away from him. He came over to where Raihana and I were.
I sighed.This was my fault…
“It’s not,” Rayhan said quietly. I looked up at him.
“No, it ain’t your fucking fault, spitfire,” the King said as he crouched down to examine the symbols I had drawn. “He’s doing what he wants because he’s a fucking arrogant alpha, and a Rossi at that. I probably would have done the same shit if I was him.”
I felt relieved as the two men glared at each other before the King smirked coldly.
“Although I think your style’s kinda fucking interesting. Never thought you had it in you, pretty boy,” he added, looking up at Rayhan, who simply frowned at him. Raihana shook her head.
“Men have too much testosterone, I swear,” she said, tossing her hair. “So, am I doing the spell or you?”
“I will. It has to be me…” I said, tilting my head. I flicked my finger, and the candles blazed up.
I felt my powers surge, and I heard the King swear as I stood up, and Rayhan’s hand brushed my waist, pulling me behind him slightly. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting, and I gave him a small smile. I knew I had changed. I was beginning to feel that small switch that happened inside of me.
For some reason, he glared at his sister and uncle.
“Okay, Raihana, you know what to do if this doesn’t work,” I said, turning away. As Raihana said, men had too many hormones raging…
She nodded, and the men exchanged looks.
“I never liked this woman,” the King said coldly.
“Who do you ever like, Uncle?” Raihana chipped in, making me smile.
“She’s our best shot, being a lone witch,” Rayhan added.
A sharp wind blew, and I closed my eyes, ready to start when the King spoke again.
“Are you sure you can locate her? Last I knew, she was using a spell to keep herself from being found.”
“My powers are different. Why do you think I’m an outcast?” I asked. Or the reason Endora wanted me?
Closing my eyes, I chanted the spell, feeling the heat rage through me, the painful tug at my chest. I gritted my teeth, continuing with the spell…
Rayhan
