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“Yes Alpha.” He says before leaving.
I turn back to my little mate, and damn is she small. I’m seriously hoping the Moon Goddess didn’t make a mistake choosing her for me. How can this little girl be my mate? Although, she has survived being a vampire’s blood bag, so she’s got resilience.
And who am I kidding? First, Cyran would never let me reject her. Second, I’ve been waiting my entire life for her and third, my other options are to turn feral or take someone unworthy to be my Luna. I don’t know if I’ll find her worthy of me, but the Moon Goddess did, so I will have to trust that.
‘Fucking right you will. I’d go feral the moment you rejected her. Don’t forget that.’
The thought of Cyran going feral turns my blood cold. He’s an amazing, vicious fighter. If he were feral, we’d have to be put down. He’d become a killing machine and I know there are only one or two wolves that could take us down, Rik and Cara. I wouldn’t want to put either of them in that position.
‘Relax, I’m not going to, I just…thinking.’ I tell Cyran.
‘Well turn that train of thought off. Not going to happen.’
I get the tray of food settled on Angel’s lap and watch as she slowly takes her first bite. I can see her sniffing the food before putting it in her mouth. I sit back down, ready to continue my questions while she eats.
#pid you leave the pack on your own?” I start my questions again.
She swallows her bite before responding. “No, I left with my parents.”
Interesting, so it was her parents’ idea to go rogue.
“Where are your parents now?”
She stops. I can see her throat bobbing up and down as she tries to get ahold of her emotions. Shit! I know the answer before she tells me. “Dead.” She whispers it.
I nod my head, giving her a minute. She puts her fork down but I lean over and put it back in her hand. “You need to eat. I’m sorry for your loss. How old were you?”
“I was sixteen when they were killed.”
I keep my voice gentle, hoping she’ll eat while we talk. “Did the vampires kill them?” She nods. I can see the tears welling up in her eyes.
‘You fucking asshole. You made our mate cry? What is wrong with you. Let me out, I can do a better job of taking care of her. You’re going to scare her off.’ Cyran is ranting in my head.
‘Calm down Cyran. If the vampires killed her parents, she may never have had a chance to grieve for them.’ He settles but is still pacing in my head.
“How long ago were they killed?” My voice still gentle. It’s not something I’m used to, being gentle, but with her, it feels natural. I also need to know how old she is. It’s impossible to tell. She’s so fucking small, she could be twelve, but according to her, they died when she was sixteen. Maybe she’s still a minor.
She looks at me, her brows furrowing. “What year is it?”
I tell her and watch as she gasps, her hand going to her mouth. The tears start falling now as her eyes close. Cyran starts snarling in my head. What. The. FUCK? How fucking long did those leeches have her?
I reach over and take her hand. I don’t know if she wants my support, but right now, she has no one else. I know exactly what that feels like, so I want her to know that she’s not alone.
“Seven years.” It’s barely a whisper. “It’s been seven years.”
Seven years? I lived in hell for seven years? Those horrible vampires took so much from me. If I ever find them…
“I will kill them.’ Alessia finishes my thought.
I don’t know how I feel about more violence. I feel like I’ve lived a lifetime of violence and I’m only 23.
I didn’t realize Liam was holding my hand until he gently squeezed it. I want to pull it away, but it feels comforting to have him holding it.
“I know this is hard. Can you eat any more? You need to get your strength back. We can talk about something else while you eat.” Liam says to me.
I look down at the food when there’s another knock at the door. I smell Dustin this time and know it’s him. I hope he has clothes for me.
“Come in Dustin.” Liam responds, not releasing my hand.
Dustin comes in carrying a second tray and a bag, presumably with clothes. He hands the tray to Liam who puts it on his lap, still not releasing my hand. Dustin notices but doesn’t comment, turning to me.
“I wasn’t sure about your size. You’re awfully small, so I got a couple different sizes and hope something fits.” He says putting the bag at the foot of the bed.
“We’ll go shopping when you are strong enough and get you your own clothes.” Liam says. I turn to look at him. My brow furrowing. I don’t want to owe him. anything. I need to leave.
“Why would you do that?” I ask him.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Would you prefer walking around in kid’s clothes?” He asks.
I look at the bag, then back at him. He taps his nose. “I know the smell of my pack members and that includes the pups. You’re a tiny little thing, so I’m guessing kid’s clothes were the best Dustin could do on short notice.” He turns to look at Dustin who is nodding in agreement.
“I had hoped to be taller.” I mumble it, but Liam’s laser focus on me let’s me know he heard it. “My father was tall like you.” I say to Liam. “And my mother was considerably taller than me, but…” I let the sentence go unfinished, shrugging. Being a rogue and a blood bag didn’t exactly help my growth.
“Well, I know some she-wolves that are fierce even though they are small. Size isn’t everything.” Dustin says, smiling at me. I can’t help my answering smile. He seems nice. Liam’s low growl startles me and I try to pull my hand away, but he holds it firmly in his.
“That will be all Dustin.”
Dustin smirks behind his Alpha’s back and walks to the door before turning. “See. you soon Angel.” He says and skirts out the door before Liam can growl at him again.
Liam’s focus comes back to me. He is intense. It’s hard to look away from him. It’s like his eyes are magnets for mine, forcing me to look at him. “Eat.” He says. it, more gently that I would have expected.
He releases my hand and begins to eat his own food while I dig back into mine. The interruption from Dustin has helped settle me enough to eat again.
“I need to know something.” Liam starts in again. I just know I’m about to get the rapid-fire interrogation again.
I sigh. “Yes?”
“When you escaped the coven, I’m assuming you escaped and weren’t released?” He pauses and I nod. “When you escaped, was it because they were attacked by hunters?”
I stop eating and stare at
“How did you know that?”