Page 123 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“You know the rogues got her,” she tells me.“Now let us put this behind us, let me help you, let me get rid of…”
“Just like you helped Trinity?”I ask her.“You let Mom kill her?”I choke on the words, feeling the truth behind them.
“You heard that, did you?”she asks.Her eyes flicker and I glance around at the other men.There are only four and Grandma; surely Dion can take out the one holding Kyrio hostage if I can keep the others distracted long enough.
“I heard everything; I know who you are, and I know what you’ve done!”I yell at her.
“I never should have given your father that pack.Weak, so damn weak.Your mother had more balls than him she did, but she insisted he take over.I warned him, and he failed,” Grandma states and I furrow my brows.
“Even with all the evidence of Trinity’s betrayal, he still wouldn’t kill her.He was going to let her get away with it.Instead, he left it for me and your mother to deal with!”she snaps at me, and I gasp.
“And once again, I am stuck cleaning up after weak men.Now, Emery; you’re going to give me that gun before you do something we both regret.”
“Where is Caleb?”I spit at her.
“He’s not even your brother.Who cares where the brat is?He’s probably dead since Elder Eric took him.Those bloodsuckers, nothing survives long around them.”I gasp, looking at Dion behind her.
“Elder Eric?”Dion murmurs behind her and she sneers, turning toward him.“Yes, your pitiful father.How do you think I found my way into the council, purely through Sloan?”she laughs.
“No, once I threatened to tell the council what he truly is,I had him by the balls,” she laughs.
“You gave Caleb away,” I choke out and she turns back to face me.
“What use do I have for him,” she snaps at me and hearing that my mind is officially made up.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not,” I whisper, tears streaming down my face.“AndI won’t let you hurt him.”
As I stand there, gun aimed at my own grandmother, the weight of my decision bears down on me.But I know, deep in my heart, I’m making the right choice.For Dion, for me, for the future we could have together.
“You traitorous little bit—” her words cut out when I pull the trigger and all hell breaks loose.Yet all I see is the woman I grew up believing was my grandmother, standing there staring at me in shock, her shirt staining red as she clutches her chest.She staggers forward and I feel a bullet whizz past my face narrowly missing me, drawing my attention to those around us, yet the only one standing is Dion.
The men now lay in mangled heaps and my mate is covered in blood.My grandmother wheezes, the bullet having pierced her lungs, and blood spews out her lips.Dion walks over to her, and she reaches for him, clutching his shirt when he grabs her face.All I can do is watch in shock at the fact I shot her and at everything we learned.
“Now, I’ll rip your heart from your chest just as you ripped out mine the day you tossed me off that cliff,” he snarls, the cracking sound of his hand piercing her chest where her heart is, is sickening and loud in the parking lot despite the alarms blaring loudly.
Dion’s eyes meet mine, asking if I’m okay, I nod our silent relief passing between us.He nods back, stepping forward as I lower my gun, the deafening echo of the shot still ringing in my ears.The chaos around us fades into a blur when we hear the choking gasp of Kyrio.My eyes move to Kyrio lying in a pool of his own blood, and I race to his side.
The metallic scent of blood fills the air, mingling with theacrid smell of burning rubber.
Faint echoes of shouting voices and sirens resonate in the distance.
Kyrio lies motionless in my lap, his lifeblood seeping away onto the cold ground.Dion kneels beside us, his face etched with anguish.Kyrio, his best friend, is slipping through our fingers.I’m cradling Kyrio’s head in my lap, his blood pooling beneath him, staining my jeans.
“Dion, do something!”I cry out, my voice breaking with panic.Dion’s eyes are tormented pools of pain.He knows what he has to do but seems hesitant.
Dion, frantic and focused, tears his wrist open, pressing it against Kyrio’s pale lips.“Drink,” he orders, voice strained with urgency.“Kyrio, please,” he whispers, a plea to the semi-conscious form in my arms.He presses his bleeding wrist to Kyrio’s lips, the blood trickling into his mouth.
Kyrio’s body remains still, too still.Dion’s blood, the blood of a Hybrid, potent is our last hope.
“Drink, my friend,” Dion urges, voice strained with his anguish.The moments stretch out, each second an eternity of waiting, hoping against hope.
But it’s not enough.Dion, with a pained expression, forces more blood into him, whispering apologies and promises.
Suddenly, Kyrio convulses violently, his eyes snapping open.They are wild, unfocused, filled with a savage hunger.He lunges, teeth bared, aiming for Dion’s neck.
“Dion!”I scream, but Dion is already moving, holding Kyrio back with a strength born of desperation.“Kyrio, control yourself.You must!”But Dion’s gripping Kyrio’s jaw, holding him back.“Freeze, Kyrio,” Dion commands with a growl.
Kyrio stills, his fangs inches from Dion’s skin.
