Page 98 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
I try to shake the strange feeling off; it doesn’t feel like mine.Suddenly, something within me shifts.My wolf surges forward violently, my body tensing, and my vision changing.As our gazes lock, I see the recognition in Dion’s eyes, and a slow smile spreads across his face.
“And there she is,” he whispers, his voice filled with awe and wonder as my wolf presses beneath my skin.
I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience.It is hard to explain; I can feel her, but I haven’t shifted when I hear her voice.
“Mate,” she gasps and Dion smiles wickedly.
“Yes, I’m yours.”he purrs.“And what’s my little wolf’s name?”he purrs, leaning down to capture my lips.
I struggle against her, wanting control back from my wolf but not knowing how to take it back.She ignores me.I get the impression she is angry at me for suppressing her when she answers him.“Elara,” she purrs back at him.
I struggle against her when Dion drops my leg, making me wonder if he can sense something is wrong.“Elara?”he murmurs.
“Why are you blocking Emery?”he asks, and my heart beats faster at his words when she suddenly snarls and attacks him.
It is the most pain I’ve ever been in.Every bone snaps simultaneously as she rips into Dion.Elara forces the shift abruptly.My entire body quakes and the pain is unbearable as Elara rips into his flesh with her sharp teeth.I’m screaming inside my head, fighting against her for control while struggling to understand why she would do this.Dion shifts trying desperately to make her submit but it’s too late; the damage has already beendone.Every bone in my body snaps as Elara takes complete control of me, and suddenly every part of me aches unbearably from where I can feel fur sprouting across my skin and claws pushing from beneath my nail beds.
She keeps bashing against him, claws extended and teeth gnashing.My vision brightens white-hot with the intensity of agony that radiates from me before everything goes dark while Elara fights Dion off before crashing straight through the window.Dion yells for her to stop, but she shakes out her fur and jumps off the roof of the house, running for the forest.
“Elara, please stop!”I beg her but she ignores me.
“You let him hurt us!You made us weak!”she snarls angrily.No, no, things were good!She is ruining it.This is not how I pictured my first shift going.
She barrels through the trees, zipping between them when howls ring out loudly through the night and I know that means Dion has his men searching for us.Elara, noticing this, peers around before noticing a hollow log.She rushes toward it, squeezing our body inside it.While peering out the other end, waiting expectantly.The crunch of leaves and twigs snap, and she is alert while I struggle for control.Footsteps draw nearer when someone sits on the log we are hiding in.It doesn’t take long for Dion’s scent to hit us.
“Elara, please, he won’t hurt us.You’ll make him if we run,” I warn her.
She ignores me but freezes when Dion speaks.“Here I was hoping you would be the easy one to wrangle,” Dion murmurs.“Though you’re terrible at hiding, you need to work on that,” he tells her.
She hunkers down inside the log, her ears going flat against her head when suddenly he grabs her tail.She jumps, smacking her head on the inside of the log and thrashing, only she is stuck.
Dion snorts.“Elara, my feisty little wolf.”he tells her, and she growls at him.
“You should know better than to challenge your Alpha.Luckily for you, I love your human because right now, I want to punish you for biting me.But that means punishing her.So I will make you a deal.”
She listens but is salty because she underestimated her size and will require his help to get out of the log.
“Emery?”he mindlinks me and I gasp hearing his voice in my head.
“She won’t give me control,” I tell him.
“Thought so.”He sighs.
“She is gonna attack me, isn’t she?”I whimper, knowing she will.“Maybe we can trade her for another?”I joke..
He snorts.“No, I think I’ll keep her, but you won’t like what I am about to do to her,” he warns.My heart beats faster, but she is feral.
“Maybe bribe her?”I ask him, knowing very well that won’t work; she is livid about something.
“No, she will submit, but—”
“Means I will,” I tell him.I can feel the answer via the weak bond we share.
“Or you can try to take control of her,” yet she is listening and scoffs.
“Submit it is,” I whimper, and she growls angrily, blocking me out and cutting the link with a few parting words.
“Traitor!”she snaps at me.
