Page 52 of Alpha's Revenge Luna

“I want the truth, not excuses of why you killed my family.”

“I didn’t kill Trinity,” Dion snarls.

“I know you didn’t. She was killed in a rogue attack, yet after seeing how cozy you are with them, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were behind it!” Dion snarls, and I find myself pinned against his desk once more, his hand wrapped securely around my throat.

“Trinity was Anastasia’s friend, and I didn’t kill her. Your father did because she betrayed him. All I did was try to help her!” he snarls angrily.

I gasp for air as Dion’s grip tightens, his eyes burning with a fiery rage. “You’re lying,” I choke out, struggling to break free.

Dion leans in closer until we are nose-to-nose. “Your father was a monster,” he growls. “He killed anyone who stood against him, and your sister paid the ultimate price.”

“What do you mean she betrayed him?” I manage to choke out, struggling against his grip on my throat.

I gasp for air as Dion tightens his grip around my neck even more, making it hard for me to breathe properly. “Let-me-go!” I gasp.

“Not until you listen to me,” Dion says through gritted teeth.

I try to nod but find it impossible under the pressure of his hand, crushing the life out of me slowly.

”Okay-okay! Just let go!” Panic overtakes me as Dion’s grip tightens around my throat, cutting off my air supply.

I claw at his hand, struggling to breathe.

I can feel my consciousness slipping away as spots dance in front of my eyes, and I lash out my hand connecting with his face.

Suddenly, his hold on me loosens, and I gasp for air, coughing and sputtering. My vision clears slowly, and I see Dion staring at me, his chest heaving with rage. His fangs protruding, making him even more sinister than before.

My head reels from lack of oxygen, and blood rushes up behind my ears, creating a ringing sound that makes focus difficult. His eyes flicker oddly, and his skin ripples like he is fighting his wolf from taking over.

“I didn’t kill your sister,” he says quietly, his tone softer now. “But your father did.”

I stare at him in disbelief as tears well up in my eyes. My father loved Trinity, he loved all of us; I can’t see him killing her.

Yet, peering at Dion, he steps closer, and I back up only to hit the hard surface of his desk. He stops, his hand reaches out to caress my cheek. “I shouldn’t have grabbed you, but you don’t listen. Not that that is an excuse, just...” he grits his teeth.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice laced with sincerity.

His hand moves to my neck, and I swallow the lump in my throat that has formed.

The action is uncomfortable when a knock sounds on the door.

I use it as an excuse to step away from him, but he moves quicker, his hand gripping my nape, and he pulls me closer. The knock sounds again, and he growls.

“Leave,” he snarls and whoever it is, their footsteps carry down the hall. “I can prove it,” he whispers, and I look up at him.

“You can prove it?”

He nods, watching me for a second.

“I know you look for every excuse to hate me, believing what I did to your parents is unjust, but just this once, can you please listen?” his fangs slowly retract, and I let out a breath and nod.

“We have to go to pack training; that was Kyrio at the door. But I promise I will explain, tonight once we are done at Alpha Farren’s pack.”

“Alpha Farren’s pack?” I ask

He nods. “I think the council is covering up something. I want to check it out.” he answers, and I sigh.

“Alright. I will listen to what you have to say,” I agree, and he smiles before leaning down.

He hesitates for a second, before his lips crash against mine.

I feel his fangs graze my lips and I pull away only for him to pull me flush against him, his hand in my hair gently tilting my face up.

I stop fighting him, knowing it’s useless when his blood rushes into my mouth, shocking me.

My tongue traces his bottom lip to realize he bit himself, and I pull back.

“Take it,” he whispers, not letting me escape. “I didn’t mean to grab you, let me heal you, I know you’re hurting,” he whispers against my lips.

“You couldn’t just give me your blood?” I ask him and he smiles.

“This way is more fun,” he chuckles, kissing me.

I give in, kissing him back when I find instead of the usual healing euphoria, I become aroused.

Dion groans lewdly, kissing me deeper, and I feel my neck heal.

I feel buzzed, my skin tingling wherever he touches.

And I stumble into him chasing the feeling, and he laughs, falling back in his chair.

He pulls me closer, his lips trailing down my neck as he leaves open-mouthed kisses, my hands move to his chest, before I grip his hair tilting his head back to kiss him.

I know this isn’t my doing but his, but I don’t care.

Anything is better than the sinking feeling in my gut a few moments ago.

“We could be late to pack training,” he whispers, “but it would be worth it.”

He soon pulls away, our foreheads touching, and his lips linger on mine as he smiles. “I do not regret that,” he whispers before squeezing my ass as I awkwardly straddle him. I shake my head, letting the fog clear that warped my brain momentarily.

“Let’s go, or we will be late.” We leave his office and go join Kyrio at pack training. The whole time my mind buzzes with questions about my father’s supposed involvement in Trinity’s death, but for now, they must wait. Tonight we will get some answers—hopefully ones that make sense!

Dion leads me to pack training, and I stick close to him. He may be a monster, but right now, he is less likely to try to kill me. His pack, however, has no such qualms about doing so if I get too close.

Everyone partners up and Dion watches everyone closely when I hear Madeline’s voice. My eyes find hers immediately, and I see the sneer on her lips. “I’ll train with Luna,” she offers.

“That’s not necessary, I will train with her,” he tells her. Madeline goes to say something, but one growl from Dion makes her freeze.

“None of you will train with my Luna,” he says slowly peering around. “However, someone better explain what is going on,” his eyes fall on Tara and Kyrio. Tara looks away, stepping behind Kyrio slightly.

“It’s come to my attention that some tension remains about Emery being back in the pack,” everyone murmurs and looks at each other, but no one steps forward, and I wasn’t about to, either. Dion, sensing my unease, looks at me.

“Anything you want to add, Luna?” he asks me, and my eyes scan the crowd, I shake my head. “No, shouldn’t we be training?” I ask him. He watches me for a second, and it takes me a moment to realize he is searching for deceit.

“Yes, we can train. Right after everyone does twenty laps,” his eyes not leaving mine.

I hear everyone groan and press my lips in a line.

They take off running and Dion nudges me.

I look at him. “You wanna lie, you pay the consequences. I knew something was going on, but the feeling I just got from you proved it,” he tells me.

“Now let’s see who’s going to break first…” he says, and I look at him. “You or them,” he says, nodding to his pack who are doing laps.

“I’m not ly—”

“I would try again, Emery. Someone will break and tell me, or I will command the answer from you, either way, no one is leaving this field until I know why Kyrio is concerned for you and Tara.” My eyes search for Tara, and I notice her running laps.

“So which is it, Emery? You running laps or telling me what happened at breakfast?” I press my lips in a line. “So stubborn, off you go, then.” He motions for me to start running, and I jog to where Tara is, falling in line with her. “Just tell him,” she hisses at me.

“They already hate me.”

“That doesn’t mean you deserve to be treated like that,” she tells me.

After twenty laps, Dion orders twenty more, but as the sun reaches its peak, I find I can barely keep going.

My muscles ache, I feel dizzy, and on the verge of throwing up if I physically could.

A few pack members have thrown up, yet everyone has remained tight-lipped.

I know snitching will make me look worse in the pack’s eyes.

Dion and Kyrio watch from the center, unfazed by us all struggling, and I am having a hard time breathing.

My vision is doubling, and I feel sick from the heat.

Gone is the buzz from Dion’s blood, and had I not had his blood, I reckon I would have fainted an hour ago.

We keep jogging, everyone has slowed down, and they lap me twice as I come to a slow walk.

I have to focus on each footstep, each breath, my vision growing worse when I feel Tara grab my arm.

“Tell him, you’re going to pass out.” I shake my head and that is all I manage, unable to talk.

Tara growls. “Alpha!” she calls and everyone stops.

I grip her arm. “Tara, no,” I rasp out.

“No, I will take my punishment for not coming forward, but you’re on the verge of collapse,” she snaps at me. I lean against her heavily and her body is the only thing keeping me upright.

Dion looks at her. “Are you explaining, if not keep running,”

“I have a confession,” Tara calls out when suddenly she is hit from the side.

I don’t have time to react or gather my feet before I hit the dirt.

Only I don’t hit the dirt like I expect, instead Dion moves with speed I can’t even fathom to comprehend, scooping me up.

“Emery,” he murmurs, brushing my hair from my face.

“Why are you protecting them,” he growls.

I can’t even answer him, my tongue feeling thick, and I just want to sleep.

“You traitorous bitch.” Madeline snarls, but Tara shoves her off, and the resounding slap that comes from Tara’s hand connecting with her face makes me cringe.

The next second, Tara blurts. “Emery hasn’t eaten in days.”

Dion’s grip on me tightens and I feel the tension lining every muscle of his chest and arms that touch me.

“I tried to take her food, but each time it was tampered with, or they stopped me.”

“Whose they?” Dion demands, and my stomach sinks at her next words.

“All of them. They believe you should reject her and kill her,” Tara answers.

“Right, well. Kyrio, come take Emery back to my room while I deal with this lot.” I’m suddenly passed off, and I can’t even keep my head up.

“Alpha, Tara,” Kyrio growls.

“She hid it, she’ll be punished, too,” Dion snaps and I whimper at the thought of him punishing Tara. Kyrio moves to say something but doesn’t get a chance before Dion speaks again.

“However, she admits fault, and confessed, so I’ll leave that punishment for you to decide, cancel our plans. We’ll leave in the morning since now, I have to take care of this.”

“Thank you, Alpha. Tara, now,” Kyrio demands. Tara rushes over when Dion speaks again.

“Tara?” he asks. “When did she last eat?”

“The night you fed her when she came down and ate with us,” she admits and the growl that leaves Dion and Kyrio makes me shudder.

“A week?” he asks.

“Yes, Alpha,” Tara admits.

“And you didn’t think to fucking say something!” he growls at her, but Kyrio answers.

“She’ll be punished, Alpha. I’ll see to it,” Kyrio answers. Dion says nothing but must allow it because Kyrio starts walking. Tara races to catch up to him.

“Kyrio?”

“Shut up, before I say something I can’t take back. I asked you what was going on. This could have been prevented! Now I have to punish you!” he growls, clearly not happy about that.

“Then don’t, let Dion,” she says and he stops.

“Someone will die for this, Tara. And I rather it not be you. Now get inside before he changes his mind,” Kyrio snarls. Tara rushes inside and Kyrio follows her.

I pass out the moment the air-conditioning touches me.