Page 73 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
In seconds, I’m tackled.
Almost a week here, it starts to twist your mind, in every direction, all I know is darkness.Darkness meeting only silence is enough to drive one mad, and I believe that is Dion’s intention.
Tossing and turning the spine, tingling screams, and the scent of blood invade my memory.The look on my mother’s face when she knew she would die is forever etched into my memory like the scars that lace my skin.
His handsome face enters the dream next, and his taunting smirk haunts me.The ghosts of a past I wish weren’t mine replay in my nightmares and have done so every night since I’ve been here.
As memories assault my mind, a cold shudder snaps me back to reality.I’m breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat coating me.When the cold air brushes over me, I shiver violently.I killed someone, so I deserve to be here rotting in the dungeons.
The clang of the chains that shackle my ankles and wrists reminds me of where I am, no longer stuck in my dreams but now in a waking nightmare.One I see no way out of now.
Catching my breath, I groan as I blink around the dark basement.I’ve spent days on this unforgiving floor, and it seems to be Dion’s favorite way to punish me.He knows I hate the dark, he knows I hate the chains, but now I’ve added a new fear to that never-ending list.I hate the silence.The way your own mind’s chatter eats away at you.My mind has been relentless, all-consuming.I can’t stop thinking about Annabelle, my parents, and Dion.
The way things spiraled out of control so quickly.I just wanted out of that room, and now I find myself in another room, blamed with murder; no matter how much I screamed, it was self-defense.He didn’t believe me; he believed I was planning to escape and that Annabelle was collateral damage.
He claims he ordered her to stay away from me.But he can’t control her running into me.
Chapter 24
The air is thick and dank, the only light coming from asingle, bare bulb.The walls are damp and mold-covered, the only sound being the faint water dripping.I take a deep breath and prepare for whatever is to come.Knowing something more than my nightmares has to have woken me.
The twist of the lock has me turning my head to the stairs, and I lurch upright when I hear the door creak open.As I slowly wipe my eyes to clear them, I can see a figure’s shadow cast on the floor.
My heart races as he nears.I brace myself, ready for whatever might come.Moving quickly, I huddle in the corner, pressing my back against the cold stone walls, when I hear the door close, and his footsteps echo loudly on the stairs.My eyes are glued to the stairs in the far corner.
The tune he whistles makes my stomach twist in knots.I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I wait with anticipation.I am unsure of what will happen next, but I can feel the tension in the air as I watch the figure’s shadow get closer.The noises I hear as I wait for him to come into view send cold chills up my spine as my mind shifts into overdrive.
The screech of wood on the stone floor makes me cringe when I see him drag a chair across the floor, setting it in front of me.“I warned you not to run, and you did, anyway,” he says before taking a seat.
Despite his imposing size, he still manages to look graceful as he sits.His grayish-blue button-down shirt is tight against his broad chest and huge arms, doing nothing to conceal the bulk of muscle beneath them.He folds his arms across his chest, which makes him even more sinister as his gaze bores into me.I glare at the man who claims he owns me.The man who ruined my life.
“Have you nothing to say for yourself?No explanation?”he questions, and I glance away.What does he expect, me to run into his arms and beg for forgiveness?I would rather die.This monster killed my pack, and my family.Deemed me a liar, a murderer and God only knows what else.What point is there in defending myself when all evidence in his eyes deems me a killer, a conniving little brat who baited him into letting her out of the room.Yeah, like I asked Annabelle to toss hot soup in my face.I almost roll my eyes at the thought.He clicks his tongue in annoyance.
“I may have to pay your brother and grandmother a visit after all,” he growls, leaning forward in his chair, bracing his arms on his legs, and my head turns back to him.
“Where exactly did you think you would go?You have no home to run back to, no family besides that old bitch and that brother who isn’t even yours?”he scoffs.
“He is my brother!”I snap, and he laughs, the sound chilling me to the bone.
“They brainwashed you real good, didn’t they?”He laughs.The sound is menacing.I refuse to look away, instead glaring at the man who claims I’m his mate.According to the stories I have heard about mates, they loved and treasured one another, not destroyed one another.Still, I remember Annabelle’s words, about my sister, about Dion and my parents.Now I don’t know what to believe.
He reaches into his pocket and digs around before tossinga velvet bag at me.“We found your stash,” he growls.I recognize it instantly as the one from the hidden compartment inside my jewelry box.
“Your blood test results came back.Belladonna!”he snaps, my eyes remain on the pills, or what’s left of them.
“You’ve been delaying your wolf,” he tells me, and I stare at the bag.I chew the inside of my lip and glance at him.He nods toward it, and I grab it right away.I exhale with relief upon opening to find my Belladonna still safely tucked inside.
“Now you see why that is an issue?”he questions, standing.He walks over to me, his steps calculating, and each one threatening as he prowls closer.
Alpha Dion watches me, daring me to deny his claims.He holds his hand out for the bag, but I refuse to hand it over.He clicks his tongue.In the next instant, his hand grasps my hair, and I cry out, tears streaming down my face as he jerks my head back painfully.My hair pulls from my scalp, and I whimper.
“You won’t be taking that anymore, love.How are you supposed to give me an heir if you don’t shift?”he sneers.
I shake my head, despite the pain it causes me to do so.“You have three days, and if you haven’t shifted by then, you’ll still be taking my knot,” he growls.
A whimper escapes me, and tears prick my eyes.“I initially gave you an entire month, and you’ve been delaying your wolf all along.We had a deal.You broke it, and now you’ll pay the consequences for it,” he growls, shoving me back.
Consequences?When he stands, I panic.He turns around to leave, and the chains rattle loudly as I scramble forward, needing to know what he means.
