Page 94 of Her Destined Alpha (Alpha #3)

Rayhan

F uck, when Raihana told me Delsanra had run inside, the fear I felt…

For the first fucking time, I was pissed off with her. This was meant to be done together, and she went off on her own. I understood that she was strong, but I couldn’t lose her. Does she not fucking get that she is my entire fucking life?

The moment the side of the building collapsed, my heart almost stopped. Was she okay? I needed to get to her. That was all I could think of, and she just played it off like it was okay? It was fucking not okay.

We were all standing around in the open ground, the cloud of dust beginning to settle. Those who were able to walk around in some way were going. Many who were too injured, thanks to the collapsing building, were taken elsewhere.

The hostility was growing. After all, we had killed a few people in the process, but they did fucking deserve it. Some were looking at us tentatively, others were whispering, and the other third of them seemed hesitant and curious.

Janaina was quiet. I knew she wasn’t happy that the others got away. Uncle had come back. There was no scent for him to go on, and he was probably as pissed as me.

That last memory we had begun to see before Reginald and Eldridge unleashed chaos, showed that they were planning an attack on us.

That was another thing I wanted to know from the witches; who exactly was in on it?

What were they planning, without even knowing the entire fucking truth?

Had Reginald made matters worse, or were they all simply in on this attack?

I wouldn’t relax until I knew what their reasons were for attacking.

I knew Janaina had mentioned it before, but still, I wanted the facts.

If there was a way to stop it all, then we should fucking take it, but the Coven needed to fucking weed out their toxic evil villains.

Delsanra was quiet, and I was staying quiet in case I flipped out. She had been reckless… so fucking reckless.

Magdalene and Edward were talking quietly, and despite being close by, I couldn’t hear a word; probably a spell.

“Can we talk?” Delsanra whispered, placing her hand gently on my waist.

I looked down at her, and I fucking swear my anger lessened considerably just by looking into those startling blue eyes of hers.

I cupped her face, my other hand pulling her closer by the waist. Bending down slightly, I claimed her lips in a rough, passionate kiss, one that I knew held my frustration in it.

But there was something so fucking good about kissing her…

She kissed me back, her arms locking around my neck, her hand twisting into my hair.

Her lips fought for dominance, something she could never win.

I felt myself harden slightly against her, wanting to fuck her right then, to release the fucking frustration that was messing me up.

Groaning lowly, I pulled away before I ended up supporting a full-on hard-on.

“Sure, we can talk-”

“Can we have everyone’s attention?” Magdalene called clearly, “Let Delsanra step forward, and I will probe her mind.” Delsanra looked up at me, and I gave her a small nod, kissing her forehead.

“Do you want everyone to see, or?” I asked softly.

“I’m okay with them seeing,” she said softly.

“You got this,” I said quietly, walking forward with her.

“You know how the spell works, this won’t take long,” Magdalene told Delsanra, who simply nodded.

I kissed her cheek from behind softly before moving back ever so slightly, my hands still firmly on her waist. No matter how annoyed I was at her recklessness, I couldn’t part with her. I was going to be right there for my kitten.

Magdalene whispered the spell, and soon memories of long ago began to play. From the lower angle, I could tell it was Delsanra as a child.

“You stupid bitch!” Another girl I recognised as Amoria scoffed. She herself was clearly under ten, for sure.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” a child’s voice whimpered. My kitten’s voice, one that tugged at my fucking heart.

“You are a monster!” Amoria hissed before she began hitting Delsanra. Magdalene frowned deeply as the scene shifted.

This time, Dawson and Amoria were beating her together whilst Elinai drank tea, ignoring them. The next one was of Samson dragging her by her hair and throwing her against the wall... Dawson touching her thigh, telling her that one day he’d be using her…

I couldn’t fucking watch this. I felt sick. My anger was beginning to grow, and Magdalene motioned for me to move back. I shook my head, trying to control myself for Delsanra, because no matter how fucking angry I was, I wouldn’t leave her. I closed my eyes, my hands tightening around her waist.

The next memory was of a screaming Delsanra as she was doused in scalding water.

My eyes blazed, and all I wanted was to tear every fucking member of this Coven to shreds. I felt a hand on my shoulder, snapping me from my thoughts. I turned sharply only to see Uncle Al, his brows furrowed.

She’s strong, so be strong for her, he said through the link.

As a Lycan, he could link other alphas. I simply gave a small nod. I was fucking trying…

His hand never left my shoulder, and despite my heaving chest and the anger that was consuming me, I fought my instincts.

The memories only got worse, and I could tell Magdalene was getting paler.

Her lips pressed into a tight line, and her nostrils flared.

Delsanra’s brother was watching, too, looking fucking confused.

Many looked ashamed, whilst others simply looked uncomfortable.

Delsanra whimpered, and I pulled her close.

“Is this hurting her?”

“I’m just probing past the spell that Amoria seemed to have cast…” Magdalene said quietly. Her voice seemed to lose some of that hostile tone it had held not long ago.

The next one was Delsanra being sold off to someone as she screamed after her father. The one after was her being beaten by the man who wanted her to bring his wife back from the dead. I couldn’t look any longer. My heart was racing. I just watched Delsanra, who was calm.

“Is she okay?” I growled.

“I’ve made sure she cannot see what I am probing and seeing. It’s clear that it was the wise thing to do. She has suffered.”

“Suffered is a fucking understatement,” Uncle growled. “She was a fucking kid who you should have fucking taken care of!”

“We did not know!”

“A leader fucking should know what’s happening,” he hissed.

I didn’t say anything. The urge to show them hell by tearing them limb from fucking limb and making them feel the pain was fucking growing…

The scene changed, and I realised they were werewolves.

“Enough,” I said. I didn’t want everyone to see her tied up naked.

“When it comes to your own?”

“I will handle them. I don’t want her to be seen in this state,” I said quietly.

“Understood,” Magdalene replied. She was about to end the spell when Uncle cut in.

“Hold that shit…” he said, suddenly staring at the memory that surrounded us.

“I know that face…” I looked up, seeing that it was one of the werewolves who was throwing a dagger.

My heart was fucking racing. Uncle frowned.

“I don’t know... it isn’t a fucking alpha, but I’ve seen that one and the third in the back. ”

“Then it seems she has suffered from wolves who were under your leadership, too,” Magdalene said coldly.

“We know, and I’m dealing with it,” I replied venomously.

“Oh, we fucking will,” Uncle said coldly. “See if you can get any more faces. Skip that memory.”

“Can you change the spell so not everyone can see them?” I asked quietly. She looked around, and Janaina stepped forward.

“I’ll cast a cloaking spell. May I see, too?” she asked. I looked around hesitantly.

“Fine, just the five of us,” I said, glancing at Edward, Uncle, and the two witches. Magdalene nodded, and the memory shifted again. Any annoyance I had felt towards my kitten was gone. The suffering she had been through was painful.

In the next memory, we couldn’t see anything properly. Her screams pierced the air before she was choked off, and I could tell she was drowning from the way her voice was coming. I felt cold, was that… what I thought it was…

“Fucking waterboarding…” Uncle’s disgusted voice came. Suddenly, light surrounded her, and she lay on a dark, wet floor, coughing and gasping for air.

“Fucking bitch,” a voice cursed in the dark. It was far and hazy, but I knew it was because she was half out of it.

She cried out as the man began kicking her. I turned my head away. How much had she gone through that I didn’t even know?

Edward was shaking, and Janaina had a hand to her throat, taking deep breaths. The next memory showed a cold, dark room. Her whimpers and shuddering breaths told me she was scared and in pain. I could see her legs covered in cuts and blood coming out of them.

“Well, well, well… it looks like you are still being a little bitch. You are just dirt,” a man growled.

His voice seemed distantly familiar, but I wasn’t sure where I had heard it.

My heart skipped a beat as I tried to focus, yet it was his next act that made my mind go blank. “Now you know the drill, right, bitch?

Delsanra didn’t say anything as the man unbuckled his pants. My heart was pounding, not knowing what was coming, only to see in the darkness of the room as he started urinating on her. I closed my eyes as Magdalene cut the memory sucking in a sharp breath.

All five of us couldn’t even string two words together. It had been too fucking painful.