Page 46 of Losing My Siren Luna
My eyebrows drew down as I started to really study his face. His nostrils are flaring angrily, but his eyes are not on me, but on someone behind me. Or is it to the side of me?
I turned, and saw Yasmin shrinking in her seat under his menacing gaze. Is he glaring at her? Why? Why would he be angry at someone as helpless as her?
I turned and watched him again, and realized that it was true, that he was in fact glaring at Yasmin, and the whole room had gone silent from the furious aura rolling off him.
He starts moving his feet, his long legs making long, heavy strides in his angry movements, the muscles flexing in his arms like he is getting ready to use them.
“What the hell are you doing here, Yasmin? What the hell are you doing with MY WIFE?!” he roared the last words, making her wince back.
A hiccup leaves her, as well as a fearful little sob. “A-a-alpha, I-I’m sorry. I can expl-”
“LEAVE!” he growls, slamming his fists on the table, making the drinks in front of us jump, and one of them tips over, all over the front of Yasmin and Percy.
Her white tunic shirt becomes see through with the water saturating it, and Percy is quick to shrug out of his jacket, placing it over her shoulders before helping her up, completely ignoring his own wet pants.
“Alpha, you need to-” Cherum starts to say something, but Lachlan is quick to snarl at him, cutting him off as he pushes his aura out even more.
It’s smoldering, the weight of his anger and authority making me want to choke, but then my pendent starts to pulse around my neck once again, and a different kind of magic spreads through me, helping me to fight off the effects of Lachlan’s aura.
“You told me you dealt with them. You and Nilo both said you told all the whores to stay out of the packhouse! WHY IS SHE HERE, SITTING AND EATING WITH MY WIFE?!”
My own fury overtakes me, and before I know it, I’m on my feet, and I slap Lachlan as hard as I can across the face, making the whole room gasp. Even the men I was just sitting with jumped to their feet in surprise, ready to defend Lachlan or myself, I don't know.
I do not care. I don’t care if he takes his anger out on me for this, he will not treat a woman who has gone through enough already in this way, making her feel terrified and belittled for no reason. Yasmin deserves respect, just as much as any other member of his pack. I don’t know what eating with me has anything to do with his anger, and I don’t know why he doesn’t want her here, though I can guess....
I'm not that naive, but he shouldn't be this rash. It's cruel.
Cherum is on his feet, standing close behind me in a split second after slapping his Alpha. Gone is the blushing baker who makes fresh cream from scratch and cherishes his mother’s recipes. He is my protector and I feel his protective aura washing over me from behind.
Lachlan is staring down at me, looking confused by my action. The surprise of my slap made his aura recede, and without it, Yasmin was panting, finally able to breathe comfortably again.
How dare he. How dare Lachlan try to shame her and oppress her this way. And for nothing.
“Percy, take Yasmin to my room, and ask Gemma and Mimi to help her wash up and get changed. She is not going anywhere.”
Percy looks from Lachlan, who is still staring at me, too stunned to speak, to Cherum, who must have given him some signal that it was okay to obey me, because Percy nods at me then wraps a protective arm around Yasmin before leaving, towing her along with him and shielding her from further humiliation.
“Lira, she’s a brothel who-”
“If you use the word ‘whore’ again to address my friend, or any woman for that matter, or if you try to throw her out, I will be leaving with her,” I snapped, cutting off that horrid word before it could leave his mouth again. He gulps nervously, no longer looking angry, but panicked. “If you just want her to leave becauseyouhave guilt for past relations with her, or any of those other women you invited to our reception yesterday, I think that makes you more worthy of the titlewhorethan any of them.”
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Lachlan POV
“Lira,” I said in a measured, warning tone, feeling a heat inside my chest and a ringing in my ears. I try to reach out for her, ignoring the feeling building inside me, but she sneers, moving to avoid my touch.
A growl escaped me, my anger breaking through my stunned reaction.
Her calling me a whore, then avoiding me, like I was filthy or something, hurt far more than her slap. I barely felt the sting of her hand slapping against my cheek, but I felt the pain of her words shredding my pride as an alpha.
Killian is howling at me to calm down; to apologize, but I can’t register his words through the haze of my anger.
Cherum puts a protective hand on Lira’s shoulder, pulling her back towards him like he was ready to tear her further away from me if needed.
This fuels my anger more, making it scolding white hot as it rages inside me.
“Youwant to condemnmefor being a whore, and protect the actual one?” I felt my canines and teeth sharpening, my anger drawing on Killian’s form. He is fighting me, trying to pull his strength back from me, preventing me from taking any more of his menacing and imposing features.
