Page 10 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“Not a chance,” he growls, shoving me to get in.
“I will leave my brother here.Come with me if needed,” I snap, ignoring him and shoving past him.He growls, slamming the car door behind me.His fingers lock around my bicep and yank me back to him.
“You have five minutes any longer, and I will drag youout kicking and screaming,” he warns.He then raises his hand, telling his men to stop, and they do.
I trudge up the steps to the linen closet and grab a duffle bag.I race upstairs and grab my brother’s favorite plushy and the Marvel figurines Mom got him for his birthday.The Alpha silently follows me, and I quickly race to my room, grabbing my photo album.I shove it at the Alpha, and he holds it, tucking it under his arm before I return to my father’s office.Stepping in, I ignore the babysitter’s body lying dead on the floor.Her throat slit, eyes vacantly staring at the wall.
Chapter 3
Before closing the door, I go to the bookshelf and grab thefalse book off the shelf holding the safe’s key.The safe sits on the wall behind the door.
“You don’t need money,” he says.
“It’s not for me; I need to give it to my grandmother,” I tell him, unlocking it with the key and putting in the code.The door makes a clicking noise, and I open it when Alpha Dion grips my shoulder, jerking me back.He pulls me back when he notices my father’s gun.
I stare at it, knowing he will probably hurt me if I reach for it.Instead, I motioned for him to grab it.He tosses it on the armchair, and I fill the bag with cash and everything else, like my mother’s jewelry and some documents I figure are important if kept here.When I am finished, I zip up the bag and stand, kicking the door of the safe shut.Alpha Dion grabs the bag from my hand and motions toward the door.
Leaving out, he passes the duffle bag to one of his men before grabbing my arm.“You’ll do it,” he told me, and I furrow my brows in confusion.I said I would go with him, what more does he want?He passes me a Zippo lighter, and I stare at thesilver metal glinting in the light.
“Burn it,” he tells me, and I step back, shaking my head.
“I said burn it.This is no longer your home,” he snarls, grabbing my hand.He turns my palm up, forcing my hand around the lighter and nudging me toward the porch and open door where one of his men is dousing the stairs in fuel.
He strolls out and down the steps casually as if he didn’t just order me to destroy my family home.My eyes prick with tears as I peer up at my home before flicking my thumb over the flint.The flame sparks, burning high, and I toss it through the door onto the hallway runner that leads up the stairs.
It catches alight, and I shut my eyes, not wanting to watch the flames lick up the staircase and the walls, devouring my home.Turning around, I see Alpha Dion is watching me.I glare at him before stalking past him and ripping the door open.Climbing in the car, I give his driver the address for my grandmother’s house.
The car ride is almost silent, the tension thick in the air.Caleb dozes on my lap while Alpha Dion sits across from us, his eyes never leaving me.The occasional glance I send him is met with a cold, unnerving stare.He holds my future, my life, in his hands, and he knows it.
My maternal grandmother lives just outside of town in an old cottage.She always despised my father but loved us regardless.I know she will raise Caleb with all her heart.We reach my grandmother’s place quickly, nestled in the forest, with its cozy cottage design and colorful gardens with a white picket fence.
The car drives up the long dirt driveway, and as we approach, she steps out of her house, shotgun in hand, aimed directly at the approaching vehicle.She may be old, but the woman is fierce.Her wiry white hair blows in the breeze as she glares down the end of the barrel, arms strong, her lips pulled into a snarl.
“If the old bitch shoots.She dies, Emery.That’s the only warning I’ll give,” Alpha Dion says, and I swallow.
“Tell your men to stand down then because she will,” Itell him, and he growls, spinning in his seat as the car stops, and I reach for the handle.
Before I get out, I cast a quick glance at Alpha Dion, almost as if asking for permission.He merely grunts, his silence haunting, the same as his next words.
“You try anything, and I will make you slit her throat,” he warns me as I grip the handle.
“Emery!”he roars at me, and I nod once, tossing the door open and climbing out.
“I won’t try anything,” I reply.
“Grandma, it’s me!”I yell out, putting my hands up and stepping past the door.She lowers her weapon.
“Emery, is that you, dear?”She exhales, moving toward the steps when the Alpha opens his door.His shoes crunch on the gravel, and he grabs my arm as I go to move past his door.My grandmother instantly raises her gun, pointing it directly at him.
“Grandma!”I panic as I feel his grip on my arm tighten.
“Emery, who is that?”she says, moving down the steps when the doors to the other cars open.
“Grandma, stay where you are,” I warn her, and she stops; eyeing the men piling out of the cars and surrounding her.
“Where are your parents?”she asks warily, looking around.Grandma isn’t part of my father’s pack; she refused to submit to him.She never approved of him, so she wouldn’t have felt the downfall of our pack or the silence of the mindlink.
“Please, tell them to stand down,” I whisper to Alpha Dion, praying he doesn’t kill the only family member I have left besides my brother.
