Page 66 of Alpha's Revenge Luna

My heart pounds as Dion pulls me to my feet, his strong grip lifting me effortlessly.

Around us, pack members are busy packing up their training gear.

The sun beats down on my face, its warmth welcome after spending so much time in the packhouse.

I don’t want to go back inside yet; I want to savor this moment of drama free fresh air, and I wasn’t exactly wanting to go back inside, but Kyrio is right, and I am struggling to control the bond with Dion now that I can feel it.

It’s such a bizarre feeling, and to think not long ago I was trying to escape him, and yet now I can’t picture being without him.

“You don’t want to go inside?” Dion asks, though I can tell he is using the bond to come to that conclusion.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind; I know you’re busy,” I tell him.

“Not too busy for you. Come on, let’s go for a run,” Dion suggests. His eyes gleam with mischief, making me wonder why he suddenly wants to. I’ve never seen him go for a run since being here, or is it purely because I don’t want to go inside?

“I don’t know,” I hesitate, feeling nervous. “What if Elara takes over and I can’t shift back?”

“Deacon can control Elara if it comes to that,” Dion assures me, his gaze never leaving mine. “You don’t have to worry.” I bite my lip, unsure, but Elara feels fine, yet the idea of being stuck behind the veil and in wolf form worries me.

Dion steps closer, cupping my face in his hands and tilting my face up.

“I promise I won’t let her keep control, besides your wolf feels fine through the bond,” he tells me.

Sighing, I nod and reluctantly agree, feeling the bond between us pull like an unbreakable thread.

Dion leads me through the forest, the scent of pine and damp earth filling my senses.

The sun filters through the canopy, casting patches of light on Dion’s face as we walk.

I can feel his gaze on me, but I refuse to meet it, focusing instead on the path ahead.

Reaching a clearing, he strips off his clothes, revealing the powerful muscles beneath.

My eyes follow his every move, my pulse quickening at the sight of him.

His chest is perfectly sculpted, and his abs are defined and strong.

My gaze lingers on the dark trail of hair leading from his navel down to his pants.

“Your turn,” Dion reminds me, smirking. I feel my cheeks flush as I begin to undress, trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation, while Elara excitedly presses against my skin, making me nervous to let her out. Dion steps closer, unfastening my shirt buttons. I feel vulnerable and exposed.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, his breath warm on my skin.

“You did kidnap me,” I counter. “Maybe I shouldn’t trust you.”

Dion chuckles, dark and sensual. “Feel through the bond, Emery. Ask me anything, and you’ll know if I’m lying.”

Dion’s words linger in the air between us, the bond pulsing with intensity. I close my eyes, focusing on the connection between us, and ask, “Can I trust you?” I whisper, daring to meet his intense gaze.

“Always,” he replies, sincerity lacing his voice.

The bond throbs with truth, and I feel his emotions as if they are my own.

I can sense his love, his yearning, and his fierce protectiveness toward me.

My heart stutters at the overwhelming intensity of it all.

I open my eyes to meet his gaze. There is no doubt in my mind now that he is telling the truth.

I take a deep breath, feeling a flood of emotions wash over me—fear, confusion, but also a strange sense of comfort and warmth that comes from our bond.

“Then let’s run,” I say, and his lips tilt in the corners.

“How about you run, and I’ll chase,” he purrs, leaning down to nip at my lips. Elara excitedly bounces in my head, liking his idea of a game. I ponder for a split second before shoving him and taking off.

He grunts when he falls over and I laugh, running through the forest.

“You’re supposed to shift first then run,” I hear Dion laugh from a distance. Oh crap, right. Yet, the moment I think it, Elara takes over, and I almost faceplant in the dirt as she swiftly shifts.

“You mean it could have been that simple all along, but you made it painful?” I growl at her.

“No first shift is always painful, want me to shift back? I can make it painful if you prefer?” she taunts and I huff as she shoves me further back, taking control from me, yet letting me stay with her, too.

With exhilarating speed, Dion and I race through the forest. The wind whips through my fur, and my heart pounds in my chest. I hear Deacon’s heavy paws pounding behind us, every noise amplified in his wolf form.

We leap over logs, dart between shadows, and head toward the sound of rushing water. Finally, we reach the riverbank. Elara slows down, panting heavily as she glances around nervously for Deacon.

But when she turns back to the river, she finds him sitting in front of us, her eyes fixed on Deacon.

Dion’s powerful wolf watches her. She backs up, and he drops his head, teeth gnashing but tail wagging.

His eyes are fixed on her, his huge wolf body crouched in a playful stance.

Elara startles in shock as she takes in Dion’s powerful wolf with intense focus.

She backs up instinctively, her mind racing with fear and confusion.

But before she can make any move to run or defend herself, Deacon drops his head and barks playfully. His tail wags excitedly behind him.

I feel a flicker of annoyance from Elara at this sudden turn of events. “He’s playing with me,” she growls lowly.

“He won’t hurt you,” I tell her. I hope.

Elara hesitates for a moment before slowly approaching Deacon again. She sniffs at him cautiously before giving his nose a quick lick.

Deacon responds by nuzzling her before chomping on her tail. She whips around, snapping her teeth at him then backs away. Deacon, however, creeps forward and freezes every time she looks at him. Eventually, he drops his head, hunkering down like he is about to pounce on her.

Elara also lowers herself, her paws digging into the soft earth before she lunges at him.

They wrestle and I can tell Deacon is letting her win. He could quite easily just sit on her to pin her, but instead, he plays, knocking her down only to let her get back up so she can tackle and maul him.

Which she does, embarrassingly so.

“Elara!” I hiss, embarrassed, as she attacks him like she is a pup and not a full-grown wolf.

“Leave her, she is only playing, she can’t hurt him,” Dion mind-links me.

“He’s bleeding,” I exclaim.

“She isn’t used to her teeth yet. She isn’t hurting him, he is letting her, calm down. It’s what wolves do,” Dion tells me. I calm slightly, knowing Deacon isn’t about to maul her back, her entire head could fit in his mouth.

“Not quite, he could take a good chunk out of her,” Dion chuckles.

“Stop listening to my thoughts!”

“I like your thoughts, you embarrass so easily,” he laughs, but then Deacon backs up and he shifts.

Elara mauls Dion, jumping on him the moment he shifts, nipping and licking at his face.

He grabs handfuls of fur, raking his fingers through it until she starts rubbing her body along him like she is a cat.

All while I die from embarrassment and Dion laughs at her.

“Shift back for me, Elara,” Dion murmurs, stroking my fur. She hesitates, then jumps up and licks his face playfully. Dion laughs and grabs handfuls of my fur gently. “You can play with Deacon later, but I want Emery back now.”

She huffs, but she obliges, shifting back into my human form.

The sudden change leaves me disoriented as I suddenly find myself upside down because she rolled on her back mid-shift in his lap.

I shriek, knowing he has a bird’s-eye view of me, and scramble off Dion’s lap, cheeks flushed.

But he’s faster, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me down onto his chest.

“Stop trying to escape me,” he says softly, a mix of command and tender warmth. “Besides, I’ve had you in my mouth, seeing your vagina doesn’t bother me,” he laughs while my face flushes hot.

“Any redder and you may change colors permanently,” he mocks, brushing my heated cheek with his hand. He lays down, pulling me with him, and I rest my chin on his chest.

We listen to the river, when Dion sudde nly breaks the silence, peering down at me slightly with his arm resting beneath his head.

“I want to take you somewhere tomorrow,” he says, his eyes searching mine.

“Where?” I ask, curiosity piqued.

“Another surprise. But first, I need to talk to you about something.” Dion inhales deeply. “I’m immortal, Emery. I’m a Hybrid.”

“I know,” I reply, locking eyes with him. “And I don’t care that you drink blood or drink from me.”

Dion laughs. “That’s because you secretly like that I do.”

I roll my eyes at him.

“Can’t keep secrets from me now,” he chuckles, but then sighs, brushing my hair back that has blown in my face.

“You are a werewolf, Emery,” he gently reminds me. “You’re not immortal.”

I frown, confused. “I know all this,” I remind him. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want to change you,” he confesses, his voice low and intense. “But only if you want it. I won’t force your hand. We have time, and I’m not sure if female Hybrids can have children. I want babies first, Emery.”

“What do you mean, your mother had you?” I remind him.

“But I don’t think she was a vampire or Hybrid. Our bodies don’t change once we hit what I consider Hybrid adulthood. I haven’t aged since I hit thirty-two,” he tells me. I think his words over for a second, wondering what changing me entails when another thought occurs to me.

“How many children?” I ask, emotions swirling inside me.

“As many as you want to give me,” he says, longing in his voice. “I’ve always wanted a family.” The way he says it and the feeling through the bond sounds and feels sad.