Page 138 of Puck My Life

Deacon’s voice deepens, coming out as a soft purr. “Then tell me where you are, and I will make you feel so good.”

“Uh uh. You’re a bad alpha. I’ve got a good one here. He loves me. He takes care of me.”

“He’s dead.” Deacon snaps with a finality that makes my pulse jump.

“You can’t kill him!” I shout, outraged.

“I’ll kill anyone who touches you.”

“I told Mal-”

“I don’t give a damn what you told Mal. You don’t trust us, fine, I can wait until you do. We hurt you, we will make amends. But, Vae, you are our family and our omega. There will be no one else but you. Not for me and not for you. I will kill anyone who touches you.”

I snarl. “I’ll rip her lips off. How dare she touch what’s mine.”

“On that note, I’m going to end this conversation before you hate yourself when you wake up.” Jansen steals my phone.

I scream a protest, but he puts the phone to his ear and sighs.

“Alcohol therapy, idiot. I already told you I’m not fucking her. Now, chill. And how about you and lover boy think of a way to make it up to her so she can stop crying? Yes, of course, she’s crying.”

“I’m not crying!” I sing and lift my hands to my cheeks. “Oh, I am crying. I want my alphas!” I wail, throwing my head back and sobbing as I collapse to the floor.

“You are a terrible drunk,” Jansen says and picks me up.

“You’re not my alpha! Hands off.”

Jansen snorts. “I love the gratitude.”

“I love you. Just not in that way.”

He carries me to a bed and lays me down in it. I stare up at him. He’s so beautiful, but I feel nothing.

“Why don’t they love me?”

“I think you’ll find, Vae, that they do.”

“Where are they, then?”

“Oh, darling, they are giving you a chance to prepare yourself. Now, go to sleep; you need to look pretty for your alphas when they come to grovel.”

I’m asleep before he leaves the room.

Vae

PAST

Raynor drags me out. It’s cold, but he doesn’t seem to notice it at all.

“What are we doing?”

“I just need you to listen to this.”

He picks up his guitar and starts playing a song that is so poignant and beautiful that it has me almost in tears.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah?”