Page 114 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
His hands grip me tightly, pulling me closer.I cling to him, and I can feel my release building.
And then, in that moment, it hits me.An overwhelming wave of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me breathless and weak in his arms.Dion chuckles as I slump against him.
“No sleeping; we have dinner soon,” he reminds me, and I groan at the thought, not wanting to go while knowing we have to.Reluctantly, I climb out of the huge bath, grabbing my towel.
Upon entering the hall, the scent of roasted meat and freshly baked bread fills the air, mingling with the underlying musk of the pack members.I can feel dozens of eyes drifting over to us.Their gazes bore the weight of curiosity and something deeper—respect, perhaps, for their Alpha.
“Feels strange, doesn’t it?”I whisper to Dion, acutely aware of the attention we attracted.
“Being the center of attention?”He flashes a wry smile, his hand finding the small of my back.“You’ll get used to it.It’s only because they aren’t used to seeing us get along.Usually you’re fighting me.”
We take our seats near the head of the long wooden table, and as usual, I end up on his lap.Not that it bothers me anymore, it feels kind of normal.As platters are passed and glasses clinked, the din of conversation envelopes us.But amidst the noise, my ears catch the low timbre of Dion’s voice as he leans toward Kyrio.
“We need to go back to Alpha Farren’s pack,” Dion murmurs, his brow furrows just enough to betray the gravity of his words.
“We need to go back to Alpha Farren’s pack,” Dion says, his voice low.“Something doesn’t add up there.”
Kyrio nods, his expression serious.“I agree.We’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
Their next lot of words become lost in the swell of surrounding chatter, but the intent look in his eye speaks volumes, making me wonder what more has happened.
Why do we need to return?Dion’s expression remains calm, but the set of his jaw tells me he is troubled, that the wheels in his mind are turning at a relentless pace.
I pick at my food, my appetite waning as I contemplate what is going on.
Before anxiety can fully take root, Dion’s chair scrapes back against the stone floor, the sound snapping me out of my reverie.
The conversation worries me, but before I can ponder it further, Dion stands and takes my hand.“Come on, I have something for you,” he says, his lips curving into a smile.He leads me back to our room.
“Here,” Dion says, his voice smooth velvet in the hushed room.He hands me a small box with little pink hearts wrappingpaper on it.My fingers tremble slightly as I take the package.
“Open it,” he encourages, an expectant glint in his eyes.
I peel back the layers to reveal a sleek phone.My breath hitches, surprise etching itself across my features.“Tara set it up for you,” Dion explains, a softness in his tone that shocks me.I peer up at him wondering if it’s a trick, despite sensing nothing through the bond, but for so long he has forbidden me from having contact with anyone and now he is trusting me with a phone.“You can call your grandmother and brother.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice barely above the sound of a whisper.The cool device feels alien yet precious in my hands.How I crave hearing their voices and what I would do to see my brother.
“So, are you going to call her?”Dion asks me and I chew my lip.
“Why are you giving me this?”He looks at me strangely like I’ve asked him a complicated question.“Like why now, when you’ve forbidden me talking to anyone since being here?”I ask curiously, and he sighs.
Dion looks away, and the feeling through the bond is guilt, though I can also feel his sadness bleeding into his guilt.
“Because you can’t leave me now,” he murmurs so softly I almost don’t hear the words.“If you leave, I will be able to find you or the bond will send you back to me,” he adds, peering over at me.I swallow thickly.
“You were worried talking to my grandmother would make me want to leave more?”I sigh, and he nods, crouching in front of me at the end of the bed.His hands grip my knees.
“I know I can trust you now, trust you to stay because now you don’t see the monster everyone else sees,” he whispers.I watch him for a second.
“I know that’s selfish,” he adds and I reach out my hand cupping his face, the roughness of his day-old stubble scratching my palm.
“It’s not selfish.We all do strange things out of fear,” I tell him.Dion leans into my touch and I rake my fingers throughhis hair.
“And I tried to escape you the moment I had access to a phone, so your fear wasn’t unwarranted.But for the record, I don’t think you’re a monster,” I tell him and he sighs.I pat the bed beside me, and he moves to sit behind me.
I navigate the phone with tentative fingers, each tap echoing like the heartbeat in my chest.The digits of my grandmother’s number are familiar, etched into memory by years of repetition.As I press ‘call’, I lean into Dion.The phone feels like a lifeline in my palm, an anchor to the world I had been violently torn from.She picks up after a few rings, her voice filled with excitement.
“Grandma?”I ask, unable to keep the smile off my face.Hearing her voice sets me at ease.
