My Luna's Revenge

Chapter 4: Revenge

-Dean-

My instincts had kicked in before I could stop myself. I didn’t want to fight her, but I couldn’t help defending myself. As she advanced with the knife, I tried to be as gentle as possible. I swiftly leaned to the right, grabbing her wrist and pulling her toward me.

With as much care as I could manage, I brought her to the ground and secured her wrists, pinning them to the floor. Despite her evident strength, being a male gave me a significant advantage. She struggled with her legs, but I held them down with my own. The other females quickly drew their guns and aimed at me, but I knew they wouldn’t fire with their luna under my control.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I leaned in and whispered in her ear.

Although her scent had a threatening edge, she went still as I drew near.

“Let. Me. Go,” she snarled, but I did not comply.

This female wasn’t accepting our mating bond, which wasn’t surprising given the day I’d had. It was merely another bump in the awful road, but I wasn’t going to let her kill me. I was lost and alone, yes, but I refused to let Skylar’s death go unpunished or my father’s betrayal be forgotten. He hadn’t believed his own son and had cast me out without warning. He would pay for that.

“Only if you calm down and stop trying to kill me,” I growled.

She hissed at me, still attempting to break free, but I was too strong. I glanced around at the other females. They were hesitant, clearly unsure of what to do.

“Tell them to lower their guns,” I ordered her.

“I’m going to tell them to shoot,” she growled back.

“Then we both die. Is that what you want?”

She didn’t answer but looked absolutely furious. She wanted me dead, yet she was helplessly pinned beneath me.

“Fine! Lower your guns!”

The females exchanged uncertain glances, still reluctant to move.

“Now!” she commanded.

That did the trick, and they all lowered their guns.

“Tell them to take three steps back and turn around,” I ordered.

If looks could kill, I’d be buried deep in the ground by now. But I couldn’t help but offer a small smile at her angry expression. She resembled a child denied candy.

“Take three steps back and turn around,” she said through gritted teeth.

The females complied with her command.

“Now I’ll take this,” I said, holding her wrists with one hand as I grabbed the knife from her other hand.

“Argh!” she screamed, her anger flaring.

“You’re going to calm down, and then we’re both going to get up from here.”

“You’re dead the second you let go of me.”

“What made you think I’d let you go?”

She hissed again, but in one swift motion, I turned her around and leaned back, using my weight to pull us both upright. Fortunately, she was compliant, probably because of the knife I held. With my other arm wrapped around her waist, we slowly rose to our feet.

“Now what?” she growled.

“Now… you’re going to be quiet and listen.”

She struggled against me, but the arm around her waist kept her in place. I couldn’t help but notice how perfectly she fit against me, and the warmth radiating from her sent shockwaves through me and momentarily distracting me from the situation.

“I can’t let you kill me… uh, what was your name again?” I whispered in her ear.

“You can call me ‘Luna’,” she taunted, making it clear she considered herself superior.

I shook my head.

“Your name,” I growled, applying a slight pressure to her skin.

“Cara.”

Cara, I repeated in my head. The name was beautiful and strong, and I would love to groan as I… No, I needed to focus, but being this close to her and not being able to do anything else but hold something sharp against her throat was distracting. I hated having to do this, but I couldn’t let her kill me. Not before I had avenged Skylar.

“Now, Cara, listen. I can’t let you kill me. I have something very important I need to do,” I informed her.

“And why should I care?” she spat.

“Because I’m trying to avenge a friend. A female friend.”

She stopped struggling, her attention caught by my words.

“You said you hate all males?”

She nodded slightly, her soft hair swaying and sending a wave of her sweet honey scent into my nostrils, almost overwhelming me.

“And alphas,” she added.

“Perfect,” I said. “Because there’s an alpha I want to hurt too.”

“What?”

“A very strong alpha. If you and I sit down and talk, I think we could quickly see eye to eye.”

“You want us to work together?”

“Why not?”

“Because I hate all males? Didn’t I make that clear when I tried to kill you?”

“But I’m not just any male, am I?” I whispered in her ear, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin. She might not want to admit it, but I could tell I had an effect on her.

“I’m your mate.”