Page 45 of Her Destined Alpha (Alpha #3)

Delsanra

T he Night Walkers Pack, home to the Lycan King himself.

My heart was thudding in fear as I made sure my spell to disguise that I was a witch was absolute.

I had heard about the man since I was younger, even before I was sold.

The whispers of a beast that had risen. Then when Endora took me, the amount of hatred the rogues felt towards him…

Wherever I went, the shadow of the Lycan King lingered.

The werewolves who hurt me feared him, but over time, the fear I had felt towards him changed.

He was the one to kill Endora, the one to protect the weak…

I had somehow begun to admire the legend, despite hating his kind.

I had always put him in a separate category from werewolves.

Like me, he was different from his kind.

There had been a moment or two where I wondered if I found him, would he have granted me justice? I doubted it. I was a witch after all… but he was born of a hybrid witch-werewolf mother himself. The thought had always lingered, but I never had faith.

As we walked up the steps to his mansion, I was aware of the powerful werewolves that flanked every entrance and gate we passed by. The temptation to lower my guise and see what would happen if they saw that I was a witch was strong, but I didn’t risk it.

Rayhan held my waist possessively, and when the doors opened to reveal a gorgeous woman with sandy brown hair and large blue-green eyes, I couldn’t help but stare back at her as she looked at me with excitement and curiosity.

She was pregnant, but I wasn’t sure how far along she was. She smiled at me and stepped forward.

“Welcome to our home. I’m Kiara, Alejandro’s mate,” she said, holding her hand out to me. I took it slowly, giving her a small smile.

“Del…” I trailed off… I couldn’t say Delsanra… Rayhan’s hold on me tightened as he smiled at Kiara.

“It’s been a while, Kia.”

“It has, you look even bigger now,” she replied with a smile as Rayhan leaned over and gave her a one-armed hug, his hand never leaving my waist. “Come on in.”

She stepped aside and we both entered. It was at that moment that I felt a dark surge of power. My eyes snapped up, and I looked at the man who had just stepped into the hallway.

He looked about an inch or two taller than Rayhan and bulkier than him, too. His skin was slightly more tanned, his hair short on the sides, with the top sleeked back, and an earring dangled from his left ear. He was covered with tattoos; they were all around his neck.

The sleeves of his black button-down were rolled up and showed the ones that fully covered his arms. His dark eyes were cunning and sharp, and the power that he emanated was weighing down on me, but even then, I could see the slight familial resemblance to Rayhan.

I frowned deeply, the urge to bring my own powers forth grew under the power of the Lycan King. I didn’t need anyone to introduce him; it was clear who the man before me was.

“Rayhan.” His voice was deep as his gaze left mine and flicked towards Rayhan.

“Uncle Al,” Rayhan replied with a small smirk. He finally let go of me to step forward and meet the man with a hug.

“So, is this little thing your mate?” My frown deepened. I was not little. I just wasn’t as overgrown as he was.

Kiara laughed as she wrapped her arm around her mate. I wondered how she stayed with a man whose very presence suffocated me.

“She doesn’t seem to be scared of you, baby,” she murmured as she leaned up. He met her halfway, kissing her lips as Rayhan pulled me into his arms.

“You got that right. She’s a feisty one,” he added, kissing the side of my head.

“I am not,” I stated quietly, glaring up at him. The King smirked.

“Well, I hope she gives you hell.” I looked at him, surprised at that comment.

“Be nice,” Kiara scolded lightly.

“If she’s the one giving me hell, I’ll take it happily,” Rayhan remarked, bending down and kissing my cheek. The King scoffed as he turned and led the way back down the hall.

We followed and entered a living room with black sofas, a huge tv, and a blazing fire.

My eyes instantly fell on one of the three sofas, where a small child around three years old was sleeping, a blanket covering him.

He was utterly gorgeous, with juicy cheeks and a head full of tumbling curls that were styled similar to the Lycan King; short back and sides.

A dribble of saliva was coming out of his mouth from one corner.

“Damn, he’s grown,” Rayhan said, going over and crouching down by the boy, gently tussling his hair.

“He sure has, and just like you – he’s a fucker,” the King said coldly. I blinked, staring at the man. I was assuming the child was his son…

“Alejandro…” Kiara said. “He’s just giving him a run for his money. Both father and son get along and argue all the time. Take a seat, Del.”

“Well, the next generation of the Rossis are the best,” Rayhan replied cockily. I looked around. The place was so luxurious. Did all werewolves really have this much money?

“The sofa won’t fucking eat you up, and we don’t bite,” the King remarked, a cold smirk crossing his face at his own morbid joke.

Yeah right, you don’t bite. You could tear my poor body up like I was made out of straw… Werewolves had sharp teeth… I frowned back at him. I was not little, but his white teeth seemed a bit scary right then…

Rayhan slipped his hand around my waist and pulled me down onto the sofa next to him as the King sat down on the sofa opposite, right in the centre, and his Luna sat next to him. They fitted together so perfectly.

That was what a werewolf couple looked like. Then there was Rayhan, even more handsome than his uncle... and then there was me…

“I didn’t know you were stopping by. There’s more to this shit, isn’t there?” the King asked Rayhan.

“Yeah, actually. First of all, Kiara, could you heal Del? She may have a few injuries,” he replied. Alejandro tilted his head as he took out a cancer stick and lit it.

“How about we start with what the fuck she is. She sure isn’t fucking human cause no human could look me in the eye and not fear me.” That cold, dangerous smile of his fixed in place. I tensed, my heart thudding. Rayhan was calmer, or he looked it anyway.

“Regardless of what she is, she is my mate,” he growled, his eyes flashing as he looked at his uncle. The older man gave him a cold look.

“No one’s denying that, but I don’t like being lied to. So, what the fuck is she?”

“Guys, calm down… Alejandro, we can’t push them to tell us if they don’t want to, and they didn’t really lie,” Kiara said quietly. Something told me he would do nothing to me.

“Whatever she-”

“My name is Delsanra Diana Silver. I am a witch,” I said quietly.

Kiara gasped, her eyes widening, but the King’s expression didn’t change. His cold smirk simply grew.

“Well, now that’s fucking interesting. Oh, I sure want to see Maria’s reaction to this.” His mocking tone and the dark amusement in his eyes made me worry.

Maria? Why did I feel like she was not going to like me? I sensed Rayhan tense, and I looked at him sharply.

“I’ll handle Mom, but I don’t want you to mention it to anyone,” he said firmly.

“I don’t give a shit. In fact, it might be good to appease the tension between the fucking species, even if I hate their kind.” The King’s words stung a little, but I didn’t reply.

“Oh yeah? Well, remember you owe this one a lot. She’s the one who-” Rayhan was cut off by Kiara.

“The one who gave us the answers back then. Delsanra! Oh, thank the Goddess she’s alive!

” She stood up and hurried over to me. To my surprise, she sat next to me, pulling me in for a hug.

I patted her back awkwardly, not sure why she felt so relieved and happy.

She moved back, her eyes glistening with tears.

“Thank you… I’m so glad you survived. I owe you – no, we owe you a lot.

You told us the time and place, if you hadn’t, an entire pack could have been massacred.

Endora could have succeeded, and we could have lost so much more than we did,” she said.

The pain in her eyes told me they had still lost a lot.

The King scoffed, taking a drag on his cigarette.

“You two always have the same view on this shit,” he said coldly. A flash of irritation was clear in his eyes. “So, now you wanting those files makes sense…”

“Regardless of the fact she was a witch, she was abused under Endora and Marcel’s watch,” Rayhan said coldly.

“Come, let them talk. We can heal you and get something to drink,” Kiara offered quietly.

“No, I’m okay with hearing what the Lycan King has to say,” I stated firmly. I wanted to know if there was any truth in the admiration I had for him or was it just a fallacy? His smirk returned as he blew out a string of smoke.

“She’s got spunk. I don’t have an issue with her as a witch. And I already told you if you need any help, I’m here. We will get this issue with Marcel’s pack members sorted. I think this was something I should have done back then, but I gave them a chance.”

“It isn’t your fault,” Kiara said quietly, looking at her mate.

Her hand was still on my arm, and it was then that I realised that I was feeling better.

The aches and pains in my back, my knee…

things that had felt much better after the healer had healed me, suddenly felt perfect.

A subtle cooling sensation was rushing through me.

I looked at her, realising the power this woman held was great, yet she was not imposing or arrogant.

I think I like her.

“I did overlook it though, even when it did cross my mind… at some point. But I’ll fix this.”

“Delsanra said some of them may have been under spells, and those who felt guilt when back in their right minds are to be forgiven...” Rayhan trailed off.

“But?” His uncle knew he wasn’t finished.

Rayhan didn’t answer, their eyes met, and the King nodded slightly, taking another drag of his cigarette. I wondered what that was about…