Page 32 of Alpha's Revenge Luna

Peering around, Dion grabs my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. I move to pull my hand free of his grip subtly.

“Don’t. I’ll handcuff you to me. I don’t care who notices, Emery, hand or handcuffs?” I grit my teeth but spotting a bakery, I point to it.

“I wasn’t trying to run,” I lie.

He looks at where I’m pointing. “I’m hungry,” I tell him. He sighs but nods.

“Sorry, I forgot you haven’t eaten,” he says, leading me over to the bakery while Kyrio chuckles.

“Do I need to add feeding her to my list of chores?” Kyrio asks.

“No, just will take some getting used to,” Dion answers. I furrow my brows and I glance at him, then Kyrio.

“He’s feeding on you, he doesn’t have to eat,” Kyrio answers without being asked.

“I don’t understand? I’ve seen you eat,” I tell him.

“He still eats but doesn’t have to, it’s more habit, he can go days without eating if he has blood.” Kyrio answers. I think back to every time we’ve eaten in the dining hall; he hardly eats, only picks at his food, drinks, or was hand feeding me like I was some child.

I glance at Dion and he shrugs. “Anastasia, I didn’t have to worry about running off. Besides, I wasn’t with her much,” he says, glancing away.

“But she was your mate,” I tell him, but he shakes his head, opening the bakery door.

“No, she was my wife. You’re my mate.”

“I can’t work out your logic, that is the same thing!”

“Yes, kind of. But only one requires love for each other,” he tells me. I glance at him, but he pushes me in front of the displays. “What do you want?” he asks, and I scan the glass display before pointing at a huge cheese and bacon puff pastry.

“Those are my favorite, too,” Kyrio adds and Dion laughs, ordering us both one. The lady passes one to me and the other to Kyrio. However, when Dion tries to pay, the woman waves him away.

“You know your money is no good here after you saved my Pablo.” She moves to grab something else, wrapping it in paper before handing it to Kyrio. “Tell Tara I said hello, Kyrio,” the woman says.

“Always do, Elaine,” Kyrio winks at her. The old woman smiles and nods to Dion. I peer up at Dion as he leads me out. Once the door is closed, I ask.

“Whose Pablo?”

“Her son, he was almost killed. I gave him my blood, it saved him,” Dion answers.

“And so I get free baked goods,” Kyrio chuckles.

“Yeah, well, she needs to get over it. It was years ago, and I don’t like handouts.” Dion mumbles, clearly not happy about her not taking his money.

While eating this giant cheese coated pastry, I follow Dion, or more like he drags me around to a few places speaking with the owners or management.

One thing becomes clear to me, though: everyone here is familiar with him.

They also seem to respect and genuinely like him, which I find odd considering all the rumors I’ve heard of him.

He seems to be feared by most or portrayed as some evil monster.

As we come to one of the smaller boutique stores, he stops when Kyrio speaks.

“I’ll start loading the truck with the supplies, and meet you back here,” he tells Dion.

Dion nods, and the bell above the door sounds as he pushes it open.

Dion immediately speaks with a woman in her thirties before motioning to me while I stroll around, looking at the racks.

The woman smiles warmly before making her way to me, while Dion moves to sit in one of the seats, pulling his phone from his pocket.

The woman asks my clothing size and then helps me find some clothes.

We move about the store, and when the woman is satisfied I have everything required, she directs me toward the changing booths to try them on.

As I open the curtain to step in, I pause hearing her talking to Dion.

“How many rogue women are out there at the moment?” she asks casually.

“Around twenty and eleven children,” Dion tells her.

“I have heaps of fabric offcuts that can be used to make clothes for the children that I will send back with you, and also last season’s stock that I was planning on donating, anyway.

I’ll grab some boxes,” she says before quickly rushing past me to the back of the store.

She opens a door, and I just notice the phone on the desk in her office when the door swings shut.

Moving into the changing booth, I listen while making sure the clothes fit.

The woman and Dion chat quietly as they discuss the rogue women and children.

“Last box,” the woman states as I finish trying on the last piece. “Thanks, Amanda, they’ll appreciate this,” Dion tells her.

“It was going to be thrown out anyway, might as well go to those who can use it,” she says as I step out with clothes over my arm.

I move toward the counter, setting them down, and Dion comes over to me. “They all fit?”

I nod, and the woman starts bagging and scanning them. It’s clear these two are familiar with each other, making me wonder if they were ever together. They seem quite familiar with each other.

Once she is finished bagging and Dion has paid, she hands me the bag before coming around this side of the counter to help take the boxes out to the truck.

Dion grabs two while she grabs one, both of them too distracted talking to pay much attention to me.

I follow them out, setting the bag in the car, and follow them back to the store to help grab the other boxes.

When they head back out to the truck, I pause remembering the phone.

I chew my lip before glancing out the window at the truck parked across the street.

With one last quick glance at them, I rush out to the office I saw out back and snatch the phone.

My hands shake as I stare at the screen, trying to think of whom to ring.

There is only one person I know who I’m sure will answer, and her number I know off the top of my head. Grandma.

Quickly punching the number in, I listen to it ring and quickly pop my head back out the door to see if anyone is coming.

When I don’t see anyone, I sneak out further, noting Kyrio and Dion are laughing and talking with Amanda still.

“Come on, Grandma, pick up, pick up,” I whisper under my breath when I hear her voice.

“Hello?”

“Grandma, it’s me, Emery, I have to be quick, but I need you to get a message to whoever is at the emergency shelter,” I tell her.

“Emery?” she sighs heavily.

“I have to be quick,” I blurt, not having time to just chat.