Page 130 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
A week has slipped by, its days bleeding one into anothersince Elder Eric’s lifeless body hit the ground and council was taken down.Now, as I stand in the threshold of our once serene bedroom, it hits me anew.Emery is there, lying on our bed, her limbs shackled to the iron posts.The metallic clink of chains breaks the silence each time she shifts on the bed, a clashing sound that grates against my nerves.
My chest tightens at the sight of her, restrained and vulnerable, I remind myself it’s necessary.This morning’s outburst over breakfast proved that much; when her fangs had unsheathed with an alarming hiss, and her eyes had flashed a dangerous crimson at the scent of blood.Our pack members had recoiled, a collective breath held, until I’d managed to pull her away.Her bloodlust, unforgiving and ravenous, has become a living entity between us, clawing at the edges of our bond.
I linger by the door, watching her chest rise and fall with slow, deliberate breaths.She’s trying to control it, I know.
It’s the fear in Emery’s eyes, the uncertainty that creeps into mine.I swallow hard, forcing down the knot of dread, and step closer to the bed.
“Emery,” I call out softly, ensuring my presence is known.Her head turns toward me.
Her bloodlust is our shared enemy now.And while I hate the cold handcuffs that binds her wrists and ankles, preventing her from reaching out to me, I understand why they’re there.They’re a temporary measure—a way to protect her from herself and others from her.
“Stay strong, love,” I murmur, more to myself than to her.“We’ll find a way, it won’t always be like this.”
“Emery,” I say softly, my voice a lifeline thrown into the horrid craving of her bloodlust.
She trusts me to keep her safe, even from herself, but the toll it takes on her—on us—is etched in every strained line of her body.
“Please, Dion,” she whispers, the words thick with a need that has nothing to do with the thirst ravaging her.“I can’t...I didn’t mean to.”
Approaching the bed, I hate the clinking sound the chains make with each of her small, twitching movements.An involuntary shudder travels down my spine as I remember this morning’s chaos.Kind and unsuspecting, Tara had come too close with her steaming plate, triggering something in Emery.It was only by sheer strength that I’d managed to pull her away before real damage could be done.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” I murmur, kneeling beside her.My fingers brush the cool steel at her wrist, then move to caress the back of her hand.
“Focus on me, Emery.On my voice, my scent.You’re stronger than this,” I coo, locking my gaze with hers.
My fingers reach out, brushing a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.
Her eyelids flutter.“Please, Dion, let me out.I promise I’ll control myself.”Her voice cracks.
“I let you out, you don’t try to leave the room,” I remind her.She nods and I can feel that is the bloodlust talking, but she hates being confined which isn’t helping the situation as heranger gets the better of her.However, it is necessary I can’t keep her attached to me all the time so for the past few hours she has had to remain restrained.
The key clicks in the lock, a small metallic protest before the chains fall away.Her wrists, now free, flex and twist, her skin marked by the restraints.I watch her for just a split second, the desperation in her eyes morphing into something wild, something desperate to escape.
“Thank you,” she breathes out, but it’s a ruse.Her muscles coil beneath her skin like springs, then release.She lunges, a blur of movement headed straight for the door.
But I’m quicker.Years of honing my reflexes allow me to intercept her, my arms wrapping around her waist with a strength that contradicts the gentleness I wish to convey.The impact drives us both against the wall with a dull thud, her back pressing against the surface.
“Let go of me!”she snarls, and I know this isn’t her, this isn’t the girl I love, this is the darkest part of her bloodlust.
“Emery, listen to me,” I try to reason, my voice finding that precarious balance between command and comfort.My hand slides up to cup her cheek, willing her to anchor herself to the moment, to me.“You need to focus on my voice, on my touch.Let it ground you.”
Her breath hitches, a disconnected rhythm against the steady drumming of my heart.I can feel the fight within her, the primal urge to flee, to kill clashing with the need to stay with me.
Her body quivers, a war raging within her that only she can battle, but not alone.I use my body pressing her against the wall so I can free my hands.My hands glide up the soft skin of her thighs, an attempt to tether her senses to this reality, to my presence.
“Emery,” I whisper against the warmth of her jaw, lips grazing the line of it as I trail a path of kisses downward.Each press of my mouth begging her to come back to me.A soft moan vibrates from her throat, stirring the air between us, and I feel it—the sharp edge of her bloodlust scratching at the surface.
“Feed, Emery,” I murmur, offering my neck to her.“You can feed but only on me.”
The sharpness of her fangs pierces my skin, a bite that is both pain and relief since she doesn’t know how to control the affect her saliva has; all she knows is need.One day perhaps she can control the way her saliva can change, morph between pleasure and pain, but for now pain is all I get, not that I care, she is worth the agony.
I wrap my arms around Emery’s trembling form, drawing her nearer with every pull she takes from me.Soft murmurs escape my lips as I force her legs around me and sit on the edge of the bed.
Gradually, her draws become less desperate, more controlled.She’s finding her way through the thirst.I sense the shift in her—a subtle easing of tension, a slackening of the shoulders that have borne too much recently.
She pulls away, drunk on my blood, her eyes fluttering closed and returning to their normal color.I wipe my blood that’s dribbling from the corner of her mouth with my thumb before kissing her.She growls, her eyes opening and I chuckle as her mood changes swiftly from bloodlust to lust.
My fingers find their way up her thighs, the coolness of her skin awakening sparks of intense desire.Her growl sent chills down my spine as I turn, pressing her against the bed.Every instinct screams at me to take control, but I just chuckle, relishing in the tension that is driving us both mad.It isn’t about rushing but savoring each intoxicating moment.
