Page 85 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“It’s fine; they will give up eventually,” I tell her, trying to offer some comfort even though I feel none.
“No, I am telling Dion, you need to eat.Especially since he is feeding on you,” Tara insists, her gaze flicking to the marks on my neck.Heat floods my cheeks as I touch my neck, embarrassed and cornered.
“No, please don’t.I don’t want more drama started; they will lay off eventually.I don’t want anyone in trouble because of me, it will make things worse,” I plead, my voice desperate.
Tara stops and glances at Dion’s office door.“Please,” I beg her.The last thing I need is more drama.She frowns but nods slowly.“Fine, I’ll let you tell him.You have until tomorrow; if not I will tell him, Emery,” she warns me.That was not the answer I was hoping for, but for now, I will take it.
Tara’s hug before she leaves is a small solace, but Kyrio’s arrival only adds to my unease.“Everything okay?”he asks, and I force a smile, hiding the turmoil inside while he stares after his mate.“Everything is fine,” I assure him, my voice steady despite the lie.
“If something happened, you’d tell me?”he asks, and I nod.
“Of course,” I tell him, but I can tell he doesn’t believe me.Yet, he turns, jogging after Tara and grabbing her arm.
Tara casts a nervous glance at me, but I slip through the door, wanting away from everyone.
Inside Dion’s office, I’m enveloped by silence as he’s on the phone.He motions for quiet, and I nod, wandering the room, my fingers brushing over the shelves when I stop, picking up a heavy paperweight, lost in thought when I notice the small library attached.
The library beckons, and as I push the door open, Dion’s warmth envelops me from behind.“You can go in,” he says softly, and I look up at him,
“Did you have breakfast?”I nod, knowing if I give a spoken answer, he’ll sense my lie.
His presence behind me in the library is both reassuring and terrifying.“Pick whatever you want, you can take some books back to the room if you want?”he offers, but I’m silent, the shelves a towering maze around me.
“I’m waiting on a couple of calls, but when they’re over we’ll go to pack training,” Dion tells me, and I freeze.
“Pack training?”I ask, my voice tinged with fear.
“You can train with me; I won’t let my pack hurt you.Not again, Emery,” His assurance that I can train with him does little to ease my nerves.
“Can I stay in the room?”The plea escapes me before I can stop it, and Dion’s firm response seals my fate.
“You’re going, end of discussion,” he says.His phone ringing is a distraction from the tension.He growls glancing at his desk.
“Take it,” I tell him, and he pulls me closer, his lips brush my forehead, a soft gesture that doesn’t match the turmoil within me.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my shaking body, and step closer to the bookshelves.I scan the titles, picking out one that looks interesting.It’s a slim volume on wolves and shifters, and I carry it over to the chaise in the corner.But as I move to sit on the chaise, my eyes meet Dion’s, and he motions for me to come to him.
I walk back into his office, where he pushes his chair back so there’s room for me on his lap.He pats his knee, indicating for me to sit on it.When I don’t move, he raises an eyebrow at me.
I sigh in defeat and take a few steps forward until I stand between his legs.He moves to get up, but I roll my eyes before pushing him back into the chair with a hand on each armrest.Once he’s settled again, he grips my wrist and pulls me onto his lap so I’m facing him with my knees straddling his thighs.
Once seated comfortably on Dion’s lap with his arms wrapped protectively around me, I try to focus on reading my book.But it isn’t easy with Dion playing with my hair or pressing kisses along my neckline as he talks, and Dion’s other hand on my hip is distracting.His fingers trace small circles, sending shivers down my spine.I shift slightly, and he tightens his grip, a warning not to move away.
I turn around, earning a growl, but I can’t read comfortably like that.However, as I do, the conversation on the other end of the phone catches my attention.“Have you told Emery about Trinity yet?”The name sends a shock through me, and Dion’s tension is a palpable force.“She may have information that Trinity didn’t tell us.If she has proof of whom, we can clear your name and reopen investigations,” I look at Dion before pushing off his lap, but his arm snakes around my waist, holding me in place.
I push against him, needing space, needing answers, but his hold is firm.“Wait, I’ll explain,” he says, but it’s too late.What does he know about Trinity?
“I’ll call you back!”Dion snaps at whoever he is speaking to.The call ends abruptly, and I slip from his grasp, but before I can gather my wits and confront him, I’m pinned against his desk, my back pressing into the hard surface, and a million questions racing through my mind.
“Stop,” he growls, his voice a low and menacing snarl.“You haven’t let me explain.”
My eyes narrow as I consider his words.“You know my sister?”I ask, incredulously, knowing he is withholding such information from me.He grits his teeth so hard I hear them grind.
“Yes,” he tells me through tightly pressed lips before settling into his chair with a predatory grace.
Red flags start to go off in my head as I observe him.“How?”I demand, suspicion rising within me.
But before he can answer, he pushes his chair closer, trapping my legs between his muscular thighs.My heart races as I stare into his cold eyes.
