The Lunas Second Chance Mate – Chapter 88

Alyson

I watch this Alpha work, much like how I’ve grown to enjoy watching Ryan work at his desk. Olivera is tedious, mulling through paperwork, several records and file cabinet drawers, and I be sure to keep quiet as he goes through his typical day. He looks over at me every now and again, as though wandering in thought before meeting my glare and snapping back into the moment.

When he looks away, I feel unsafe. I feel safer with him watching me, protecting me, and even if he had been the one to steal me from my mate and my home, I can’t deny that at least he is willing to ignore the heinous suggestions of his pack.

eir own pleasure, and I twitch a few times recoiling in the ache of the thoughts that flood my mind.

d trying to stay awake.

laborate more what he wants me to say.

—I just—”

as a friend or foe.”

o the elders about—”

vera cuts me off. “Only actions.”

g like the board of elders, including using rogues as lab rats and demeaning them and killing them. I know the elders better than to know they wouldn’t do what he suggests. They officiated our mating ceremony. I should know them well enough to speak on their behalf.

hose rogues?”

ow a lot of things, sweetheart. I know better than take your word for how well the elders treat you, meanwhile they capture rogues like me, like—”

on his desk.

ite my tongue, I add, “Like Beth?”

know that name?”

tupid outburst to reply.

, the daunting sight of him now

TELL ME!”

rightened gasps for air.

again, and you’re dead,” he

eams of a furious, seething Alpha.

us, a simple, fresh breeze catching my attention from the hallway.

g me further, until I can’t seem to feel my feet hit the steps anymore. I clim

ling it at my fingertips is promising enough to keep me fighting to be free.

the stairs. When I stop tumbling, I’m ill, the world still spinning and my body covered in wounds and newly forming bruises, a cut on my temple catching my attention with a simple sting of pain.

to see Olivera, but confused when

me not to understand what he has done. He healed himself with my blood. I inch back, my leg mangled out of place, forcing me to scoot on my back instead of jump upright and sprint away from this sadistic ma

wards.

ood is especially useful,” he hums.

h when I stop, though the vial still weighs heavy on his fingertips, taunting me.

owards my face, landing it perfectly against my jaw.

hands then working to find the hem of my shorts and break them like a plastic seal, ripping it straight down over my thighs until I am utterly, uselessly, exposed to his bea

my eyes and retreat into the embrace of my

e right now.