My Luna's Revenge

Chapter 9: Anger

-Cara-

Your worst nightmare… Scarlett’s words echoed in my mind as I tapped my finger on the brown desk. The two females, the closest I had ever had to friends, had been dismissed to make rounds throughout the pack, checking on everyone.

I had already received a report earlier that day, but I needed time to think. I had heard about cursed children and their powers before, but I had always dismissed them as frightening bedtime stories and myths.

When I had looked into Dean’s eyes, I had confirmed that theory, but now… Zoe and Scarlett were suggesting otherwise. What exactly had they seen in those blood-red eyes that I found strangely beautiful? I sighed, realizing that I wouldn’t find the answer in this room.

I got up from the desk and walked into the hallway. For a moment, I considered going to see him, but what good would that do? I wasn’t ready to fully trust what he told me. He could easily be deceiving me, and if his eyes didn’t affect me, then what was the point of seeking him out?

I turned away and headed for the master bedroom on the second floor. After quickly stripping off my clothes, I went to the bathroom for a shower. I needed to wash off all the blood and dirt. Though it felt good to be clean, I never truly felt that way. Invisible hands always seemed to be on me, a constant reminder that I would never be truly rid of them.

-Dean-

Cara… Cara… Cara… I tried to go to sleep. I really did, but my wolf kept chanting her name like a prayer in my head. It was hard to ignore him. Her name was so beautiful, rolling off the tongue perfectly. I wanted to whisper her name while being buried deep between her legs.

“F*ck!” I groaned, sitting up in bed. The white sheets slid down my stomach, making me wish it was her hands exploring every inch of me.

This was not helping. How had my father managed to keep himself from claiming my mother the moment he saw her? I knew the story of how they met very well. Bella loved it and wanted to hear it as often as possible, so I had heard it more times than I could count. It was quite the tale, but it seemed my story was becoming even more intense.

My mate hadn’t been kidnapped by a deranged alpha. No, I was the one kidnapped by a fiercely strong luna who wanted to eliminate all alphas, and it made me wonder what had made her so vengeful. Had an alpha hurt her? Or multiple alphas? She had said she hated all males. Maybe it wasn’t just alphas who had wronged her, but males in general. The thought made my blood boil, and I quickly got out of bed, pulling on a black T-shirt before storming to the door and…

My body froze, my hand half-raised in the air. I was trapped in this room, unable to leave. By my lovely mate’s orders, I was forbidden from moving. Damn it! All I wanted was to see her right now. I needed to know who had hurt her so I could track down and kill whoever dared to lay a hand on her!

It was frustrating that my eyes didn’t work on her at this moment. They could have revealed so much, but she remained completely unaffected, meeting my gaze with her deep green eyes. Those eyes were so green, like the trees in the forest. I wanted to drown in them, finding peace amidst my chaotic situation.

Unfortunately, the feisty luna was not interested in me. She had made her vow and wanted nothing to do with me. I refused to accept that! She was going to be mine, no matter what. If I had to kidnap her, then so be it. After I had dealt with Skylar’s killer and my father, if she wouldn’t accept me willingly, I would take her with me by force. I’d keep her somewhere—just the two of us—until she agreed to be mine.

Crazy? Perhaps. But my father had nearly done something similar. He had an excuse called Marcus, who was obsessed with my mother. To “protect” her, he needed to keep her on his territory. Smart move, Father. I had to admit that, but now it seemed I was following in his footsteps. The difference was that I would never believe my own son to be a killer! That’s where he and I diverged.

As the anger surged within me, I grabbed the nearest object—a small antique clock on a table near a small couch—and hurled it against the wall. I wished I could say it made me feel better, but nothing would truly satisfy me until I saw the regret in my father’s eyes when he realized the magnitude of his mistake.

-Bella-

“Going somewhere?” I stopped halfway down the stairs at the sound of Uncle Cole’s voice. He was standing in the entrance hall with Uncle Rafe beside him. Their sons stood by their sides.

“Just out,” I said as calmly as I could.

My father was protective, but so were my uncles and cousins. They wouldn’t let me go anywhere if they knew I was heading to Skylar’s father’s place for a “chat”, and then to Skylar’s cottage at the edge of my father’s territory to investigate.

“Out? Where exactly is that?” Uncle Rafe asked, crossing his arms.

“Just… um, to Kira’s place. We’re going shopping.”

I could see that neither of my uncles was convinced, and I could already feel my hands growing sweatier and my heart beating faster.

“Bella, if you’re going out to look for Dean—”

“What?” I hadn’t expected that. Was that what everyone thought I was going to do? While I desperately wanted my brother back, I knew I couldn’t just roam around looking for him.

“Bella—”

“I’m not! I promise!” I exclaimed.

“Really?”

“Yes! I’m not doing anything stupid, okay?”

Both my uncles sighed deeply, but before they could say anything more, a loud crash came from my father’s office. Without hesitation, they rushed past me. I wanted to check on my father, but I knew it would be a waste of time. Nothing would help him except clearing Dean’s name and getting him back, and that was exactly what I intended to do.