Page 47 of Her Destined Alpha (Alpha #3)

Rayhan

U ncle was a fucking snitch. Delsanra wasn’t dumb. Fuck, I did not want to have to tell her about Kiara. Wasn’t that something we planned to never mention? Ever.

Back then, I told him that if I knew they were mates, I wouldn’t have done it.

Yes, I would have told Delsanra, but when the time was flipping right, not when she already felt doubtful.

Even if it wasn’t intentional, he had just fucked up big time.

Delsanra busied herself with Dante, and he wasted no effort in trying to impress her.

Uncle was as unfazed as ever, and it was irritating me. Kiara popped her head back in, asking Delsanra to go with her, and I was glad in a way. Once it was just Uncle and me left in the room, I gave him a cold glare.

“Was that necessary?” I asked coldly.

“Guess we should think before going around and doing shit we’re going to regret later,” he replied mockingly.

“She’s been through a lot. She does not need extra shit right now,” I snapped back. I was not in the mood for his crap. He frowned, taking a drag on his cigarette.

“Care to share.” I clenched my jaw. “Don’t be a fucking brat and spit it out. How do you expect me to know? I’m a king, not a fucking god.” And an arrogant one at that.

I frowned, hesitating for a moment before I told him most of the shit she had dealt with. What I knew of anyway, including the vision I had seen, which was one of the reasons I wanted his help.

“I swear if you let this shit out to anyone-”

“I won’t. Chill the fuck out,” he replied coldly.

I realised it wasn’t only my anger that was filling this room, it was rolling off of him in waves, too. I watched him. His eyes were glowing as he looked lost in thought.

“That’s fucking disturbing. I don’t think it’s a pack or just random rogues,” he said quietly.

“What do you think it is then?”

“There have been some dead witches show up, and the number of lone rogues around are way too fucking few to kill witches.”

“Well, I may have killed a witch a few weeks back when I first met Delsanra.”

“No, there’s more than that… and a rogue alone can’t. You’re an alpha, it’s different. You’re capable of that shit. I’ve already had my suspicions that there is some sort of group who is aiming to kill witches…”

“That would make sense. Since the Battle of Hecate’s Betrayal, there are many who hold bitterness and hatred towards them,” I replied, running my fingers through my hair.

“I wouldn’t be fucking surprised.”

“From one pack or from all over?”

“I don’t fucking know, especially now that packs are getting on with each other. It isn’t hard for them to keep in touch and form something like this.” Uncle Al stood up.

“That can cause more problems. Do you have a plan?” I asked. He turned, giving me a slight smirk.

“I don’t think this one’s my fight, Rayhan.”

I realised what he meant. I was paired with Delsanra for a reason...

“I’m still right behind you whenever you need me. But I don’t think my hatred or dislike for witches is what will solve this shit,” he continued quietly.

I looked at him sharply. He didn’t need to say it out loud for me to understand. For the betterment of our kind and for abuse like what Delsanra went through to never happen again, we needed peace.

“For that, we need to weed out all the snakes from both species,” I said, standing up as well, and slipped my hands into the back pockets of my jeans.

“Yeah, and who better to do it than the alpha mated to a witch herself?” he asked.

“You will have my support, but the reins are yours. Besides, Kiara’s pregnant.

This time around, I want to be by her side every fucking step of the way.

” I nodded. I got that; after what happened last time and Kiara having to handle it all alone, I didn’t blame him.

“Perfect. I’m not weak, I can deal with it,” I said, “We will start with the rogues. I’ll also get some of our trackers to see if we can track down this group. If you have any information on your end, pass it on.”

“I’ll have a few men assigned to you, too, that won’t be a problem.”

“Great.” I glared at him, knowing I was going to have to face Delsanra about Kiara soon.

“What’s the matter, scared your mate’s going to give you shit?” he mocked. He was still an asshole…

“Actually, I don’t mind…” I said with a cocky smirk. He raised an eyebrow, and although what I was about to pull was a dick move… he kind of deserved it. I walked up to him, smirking blatantly.

“I mean, all her anger and rage are worth it, especially since I’ll be the one to take her V-card. To know that I’ll be the first and last man to ever have a taste of her… nice.” His eyes narrowed.

“Fucker.”

“That was not a dig at Kiara, it was at you,” I added, frowning at him.

If Delsanra had any past relationships willingly, I wouldn’t have minded, but knowing that she was only mine felt pretty damn good. No, I hadn’t saved myself for her; right then, I wished I had. I was still going to be a cocky dickhead and smug over the fact she was only for me.

“Yeah, I got that,” he growled. I smirked. That sure felt good. One win for me.

Delsanra

I was in the kitchen with Kiara, who wanted to cook for us herself. She was really down to earth, and I enjoyed talking to her. She had returned with a measuring tape, insisting I needed a new wardrobe.

“I don’t really think I need all this,” I said, suddenly realising I didn’t even have any money anymore... or what I had was left at the penthouse. I was literally broke.

“Yes, you do! And it’s a gift from me and Al, it’s the first time you’re visiting,” Kiara stated.

“How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” I asked as she started measuring me. She knew how to get her way.

“I’m twenty-one going on twenty-two. I’m only a week older than Rayhan, actually.”

“Oh, nice, and the King?” I asked, the moment from earlier returning to me. A sudden thought came to me, but I squashed it instantly.

“He’s sixteen years older than me,” she replied.

“Wow.” She laughed lightly as she measured my waist, making me lift my hoodie.

“You have the tiniest waist! Oh, I know the perfect clothes that would suit you.

“Yeah… I’m not keen on clothes that reveal skin... I’m literally a canvas of scars,” I explained, running a hand through my hair. She gave me a small smile, her eyes sparkling purple for a second.

“I’m sure Rayhan doesn’t care. You’re beautiful either way.”

Maybe. But it didn’t mean I wanted clothes that showed off my skin.

“Leave it to me. By tomorrow you will have an entire wardrobe of clothes.”

“Umm, I don’t really have that much money, and I don’t want to have to owe you,” I said awkwardly. I really didn’t want to take anything from her. She hesitated for a moment, and it was clear she didn’t want to be pushy.

“Oh, don’t worry. If you feel bad, I’ll get Rayhan to pay. His pack is by far the richest in the country,” she replied as she started getting ingredients for something chocolatey. My mouth watered as I watched her, but I frowned at her words.

Rayhan was rich, that much I knew… but another thought occurred to me; would I really fit into his world?

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” she said softly. I looked up sharply. I didn’t say anything… “I can sense emotions, and when someone’s lying,” she replied as she began whipping the mixture together of what was definitely brownies.

“Oh. I see… a bit like a witch then, although I can’t sense when someone’s lying,” I said, shrugging.

“It’s something I will use when we question the rogues. Do you want to be present for it?” I shook my head.

“I don’t know…”

“You should. It might help bring you closure,” she suggested softly. “Don’t worry, you aren’t alone anymore. We are all here for you.”

“Thank you,” I said appreciatively.

“When I healed you, I felt the barriers upon you… I’m sorry you have been treated like a prisoner,” she said softly. I sighed. Barriers...

“Yeah, my powers were sealed to an extent as a child. Then Endora unlocked them but placed a stronger seal upon them.”

“Hmm, yes, I meant on you. Not your powers,” she replied. I frowned. What did that even mean? I didn’t ask, deciding to leave it at that.

“Can I help? I feel so bad just sitting here while you’re pregnant and cooking.”

“Oh, trust me, I’m fine. I’m pretty fit and healthy,” she laughed. I couldn’t resist the smile that spread on my face.

“Doesn’t matter, I will help.” I slid off my stool and walked around the counter, deciding to start clearing the worktops. She smiled over at me, and I smiled back.

I do like her.

Much later, we had retreated to our bedroom. Dante had given me a few flowers, which his father said was just like his mom. I had no idea what he meant by that until Kiara told me how when she was a child, she gave Alejandro a flower, one that he had crushed, Rayhan had added.

I had to admit the child was adorable and had taken a liking to me.

He had even sat next to me during dinner and given me cute, small smiles.

I often saw the jealousy in Rayhan’s eyes, but at the same time, he found it cute, which I loved.

I could tell he loved his cousin and played with him as well when I insisted on helping Kiara clear up.

Rayhan had just been on the phone with his mom. He had dropped the bombshell that he had found his mate, and then his mom had gotten super excited, wanting to talk to me and see me. He had stepped out onto the balcony to calm her down while I had gone to shower.

It was as I was towelling myself dry, thinking how good I felt, that I realised that the scars on my arms were mostly gone.

My heart thumped as I quickly examined my arms, my stomach, my legs.

.. my heart was thrumming so loudly when I looked in the mirror.

I turned around to realise that my entire back was almost fully empty.

The only scars that remained were the ones that had healed perfectly, leaving very faint lines; the runes, the puffy ones, and the dark ones were all gone.