Page 50 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

I try to figure out what to do because Liam is right, this will take days.

“Can we take them?” I ask Kyson, and he nods.

“For real, my Queen? You want me to cart all these boxes up?” Liam whines, jutting out his bottom lip and pointing to Trey, “He wants to do it,” Liam whispers, and I chuckle.

“No, I…” I press my lips in a line. There are hundreds of boxes down here. I look up at Kyson, and he shrugs, not offering any help.

“You’re in charge, so I’m not helping. So what are you going to do, my Queen?” Kyson says, and I peer back around the room. They wouldn’t fit in the cars. There are too many. I glance at the steps leading up before walking past Kyson and back up the steps to the main house. Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock stand by the doors, looking terrified at the two guards beside them. Seeing them grinds my gears, the humiliation of being put on that podium in front of the entire town square while they threw stuff at us makes my blood boil as I remember the last time I saw them.

“Have you got a trailer?” I ask them. They both shake their heads.

“Find one,” I tell them.

“You want us to find a trailer?” Alpha Brock asks, looking at his father.

“Don’t look at him. Find a trailer, I said,” I snap, and he growls, the noise cutting off when I growl back at him. Only mine is a lot louder, and the power behind it almost makes me gasp and jump before I contain those urges of shock. I feel the powerooze out of me, my aura coming out like a shield and suffocating the Alphas.

“You will find a trailer and attach it to the car. Then you will come back here, and you and your father will cart every box and piece of paper from that basement and stack them in it,” I tell them.

“Every box?” Alpha Dean says.

“Are you hard of hearing, Alpha Dean? Do I need to repeat myself?” I ask him, and he shakes his head. Turning to the guards beside them, I drop my aura and speak to them.

“Make sure they bring every box up. And if they miss one, Kill Alpha Brock,”

“Yes, my Queen,” they nod, and one smiles like he would enjoy that job. I go to leave when I pause to see Kyson leaning against the wall.

“Oh, and once they have attached the trailer, they have 18 minutes to cart them up,” I tell the guards.

“18 MINUTES!” Alpha Brock exclaims.

“Yes. Because 18 years is a wonderful age to kill innocent rogues, so I give 18 minutes to cart those boxes up,” I tell him.

“And if we don’t complete it in that timeframe?” Alpha Dean asks.

“I suggest you get it done, and you won’t have to find out,” I tell him, turning on my heel and walking out.

Stepping outside, I let out a breath. It is exhilarating holding the control, yet also petrifying. Adrenaline makes my heart rate quicken and flutter in my chest.

“Now what?” Kyson asks me. I bite the inside of my lip and look around only to see Alpha Brock rush off to his neighbor’s house.

“Will the guards make sure they retrieve everything?” I ask, and Kyson nods his head.

“Then can we go to the orphanage?”

“Are you asking?” Kyson says with a devious smile on lips. I swallow, glancing at Trey, who raises an eyebrow at me and nods toward Kyson. I shake my head and cringe, looking up at my mate.

“No. I want to go to the orphanage, so we are going,” I tell him. I am turning away from him when he grabs my arm. My heart lurches in my chest, thinking I pushed him too far, demanding him. Yet he only turns me to face him before his hand slips to the back of my neck. He leans down while tilting my head back. His lips crash against mine, his tongue demanding as it invades my mouth, forcing my lips to part. He kisses me hungrily, his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth before he pulls away and smiles.

“I like it when you’re bossy,” he purrs.

“You say that now,” I tell him.

He responds with a grin, one that crinkles the corners of his eyes. “For now,” he agrees, the words rich with amusement as he drapes an arm around my shoulders, drawing me closer.

We walk to the orphanage since it isn’t that far from the packhouse. It is odd walking through the streets; this place no longer gives me the same fear it used to. It looks different, run down. People stare as we head toward the orphanage, and I pay them no mind, ignoring their curious gazes.

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