Page 31 of Alpha's Revenge Luna

My eyes snap open, heart racing. I shoot up, my body tensing as the memories of what we did last night assault me.

How could I let him do that to me? How come I keep giving into him so easily, it’s almost like when he is around I forget the things he’s done.

It becomes a muddle, my feelings, and thoughts at war.

Reason and logic escaping me. Shame and anger flood through me, but I force myself to quell them down, desperately trying to exile these sensations away.

Dion growls at me waking him, and tugs me back down on the bed, his breath is heavy against my skin, and I shudder as I glance down at his arm draped over me, tugging me closer.

“Go back to sleep,” he mumbles.

“I need to pee,” I lie, and he groans but rolls onto his back, chucking an arm over his face to stop the light that is coming in through the gap in the drapes.

I slip out of bed and quickly rush to the bathroom, locking the door and undressing, my movements sharp and jerky, as if I’m trying to shake off his touch.

Dion has already taken everything from me—my freedom, my pack, my parents.

Now, remembering that makes what we did last night even more horrifying.

Turning on the shower, I hear his voice. “I thought you only wanted to pee.”

I ignore him, stepping under the shower spray.

“Emery?” he calls out, and I press my lips in a line. Where the heck does he think I’ll go that I can’t even shower in peace? I’ve barely wet my hair when I hear the door handle twist. A moment later, he knocks on the door harder than necessary.

“Seriously? We are back to you being a brat?” he growls. Shaking my head, I lean out of the shower, unlocking the door, knowing he’d probably break it if I don’t, which in turn would only anger him more.

“I thought you were coming back to bed?” he mutters, moving to the toilet to pee. I turn away from him.

“Shouldn’t we check on the rogue women?” I ask him, ignoring his question.

“No, that is why I have a Beta and Gammas for. If I wanted to play babysitter, I’d have stayed down there. Besides, they’re mostly familiar with my pack, a few I’ve seen before,” he tells me when I hear the shower screen open.

“So you’re not worried about them at all?” I ask as he steps in.

“No, why would I be? I doubt they would try anything while they have a child on their hip; not only that, they have nowhere else to go. They know they’re safe here.

” I nod slowly, trying to understand how he can trust them blindly.

Though he did explain, I just find it odd he would take their word for it after what happened to his pack with rogues.

Not only that, I also find it hard to believe my father had anything to do with it given we are hours away. Why would my father randomly send rogues to attack him?

We spend the rest of the shower in silence, his presence behind me is like a heavy weight. When I move to get out, his hand stops me.

“You don’t try to leave this room without me.” he warns, and I glare at him.

“And go where?” I ask and his eyes narrow slightly but he moves his arm that is blocking me.

I grab a towel and start drying myself as I leave the bathroom.

The moment I am out of sight, I move to my jewelry box and quickly unlock it.

However, just as I close it, I hear the water shut off.

I stare at the pill in my hand before peering around for water. Shit!

“I’ll take you shopping today to get clothes before the council warns all packs of our dispute,” he sings out while I try to remember which wall panel hides the fridge.

Hearing footsteps, I have no choice but to try to swallow the pill without a drink.

I pop it in my mouth and swallow. Only it doesn’t go down quickly, and I fight back gagging on it, coughing.

I cover my mouth before using my saliva to swallow again, only now that the pill is dissolving in my throat it’s also burning.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes when suddenly a hand touches the wall two panels down.

He motions to the fridge, and I rush over snatching a coke out.

“I will find you some clothes.” he tells me, and I open the can, sculling half of it.

Sighing, my throat burns more, but at least it doesn’t feel like a hot poker jammed in my throat.

“Are you okay?” he asks just as I cover my mouth to cough.

“Yes, I bit my tongue,” I tell him. Although that is a lie, now I’ve swallowed the cool liquid.

The burn returns the fizziness of it not helping.

Moving toward the huge walk-in closet, he watches me as I try to find something to wear.

I manage to find the dress he first gave me hanging in the back.

I pull a face and reach for it when his hand snatches mine.

My gaze snaps to him, wondering what is wrong with him, but his eyes are on my hand, glancing down I find blood splatter. My eyes widen, and I swallow the copper taste of it on my tongue. A second later, Dion grabs my face.

“What are you doing?” I try to demand, but he pries my mouth open

“What did you take?” he growls at me.

“What are you talking about?” I clamp my mouth shut but his grip hurts. “Stop it, you’re hurting me.”

He growls at me. “Open your mouth!” he orders, and I choke on the command, but unable to resist him, I do as I’m told.

“Lift your tongue,” he snarls. I glare at him when he leans in, smelling my breath. This is so embarrassing, luckily for him, I’ve brushed my teeth, although I wouldn’t have minded giving him a dose of morning breath with this violation.

He growls and reluctantly lets me go, eyeing me suspiciously.

“See, are you fucking happy now?” I snarl at him.

After a second, he stalks out of the room.

Snatching the dress off the hanger, I pull it on but can’t find any underwear.

So instead I steal a pair of his boxer shorts then use my hair tie to hold them up.

Stepping out of the room, though, I find Dion, searching the room while still only wearing a towel wrapped around his hips.

He lifts the mattress on my side, even feels inside my pillowcase.

“What are you doing?” I ask him, trying to play dumb.

My heart skips a beat when he doesn’t answer, instead moving toward my jewelry box.

My hand instinctively goes to my necklace around my neck.

“Don’t break that,” I panic, he peers over his shoulder at me.

Then opens it, he rummages around in it, shakes it, even dumps the contents on the bed.

Thankfully, he doesn’t pull the lining back to reveal the false bottom and the tiny keyhole.

He tosses the box on the bed, instead rummaging through drawers beside it.

I rush to my jewelry box to check on it.

Grabbing it, my hands shake a little as I fix the few cheap pieces of jewelry back in it.

Dion says nothing as he searches the rest of the room, and I remain on the bed, watching him. When he has deemed me not hiding anything, he stops in the center of the room.

“Are you done?” I ask him.

“I can smell something on your breath,” he states.

I play innocent. “Excuse me?”

“Not just your blood, but something…” his brows furrow as if he is trying to remember what it was he could smell.

Belladonna is hard to find here. Also banned in wolf packs, although I do know it’s what rogues sometimes use as birth control, and to stop their heats.

But still, it’s almost impossible to get your hands on.

Dion rubs his temples. “I’m fucking losing it,” he whispers under his breath, then runs his fingers through his hair while muttering under his breath. A few moments later, he returns, and I get up, relieved we are finally leaving the room.

Dion leads me downstairs. I move to go to the dining hall when he grabs my hand, steering me toward the foyer door. “Ah, breakfast?” I ask him, knowing he usually eats all meals with his pack.

“We can grab something on the way.” He leads me outside, and I spot Kyrio waiting in a black truck.

“Alpha,” Kyrio acknowledges. Dion nods to him before opening the door. I groan but climb in despite not wanting to be in the back with him.

“Where to?” Kyrio asks him.

“Town, she needs clothes; we also need to grab whatever supplies we can,” Dion says, retrieving his phone from his pocket. I stare at it. What I would give to be able to ring Grandma and check on her. But I know better than to ask.

So, instead I turn my attention to the window.

The drive to town is quiet, and I try to nap, attempting to ignore Kyrio and Dion’s talking until I hear him mention my father’s pack.

Tuning back into their conversation, Dion is leaning forward between the seats, speaking softly to Kyrio while showing him something.

Leaning forward, I see it’s the GPS that’s built into the dash.

“Most likely place, if that is where they’re hiding them,” Kyrio says.

I peer at the map to see it’s where the warehouses are located by the piers.

“We can go tomorrow to check it out,” Dion tells him and my stomach drops.

I recognize the warehouses because my father sometimes stopped by there.

It’s the emergency shelter and also where supplies are kept. What does he want to go there for?

“And if they’re hiding there, what do you wanna do, report or—”

“No, the council will make excuses. We’ll handle it and contact them afterward to clean up what’s left of anyone,” Dion chuckles as he moves to sit back. I sit backward, shutting my eyes and pretending to be napping, my mind is racing wildly.

Some of my pack made it to the bunkers? That means grandma might be there. But if not, I know I have to warn them. My mind is still racing even when the car stops and Dion’s hand grips my shoulder, shaking me.

“Emery,” Dion says gently. “We’re here, love,” he murmurs as I open my eyes. We are in some small town. I stretch before climbing out of the car, trying to figure out where here is?