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Alpha of Nightmares novel Chapter 4

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“But… why would he? The darkroom is invite-only. And I’m really guessing she disagreed with being invited.” she frowned. André shrugged. “It’s out of my hands. It was an Alpha command. And well she’s…” he then leans and whispers too softly for me to hear in her ear. Judging by how gobsmacked she looks, he told her I was their father’s mate.

“Oooo. That’s even worse. I’m calling Zia Izzy. She’ll put him in his place.” Katrina scoffed, digging her phone out. “No. Don’t. If you call her all hell with break loose. I think Crista can handle him. She’s probably the only one that can.” André said, grabbing his sister’s phone and holding it up too high for her to reach. She pouted, folding her arms.

“Stupid twin brother. Stupid tall bastard.” she grumbled. “Then why did you call me if it wasn’t to get Izzy? Not that you couldn’t just link her.” Katrina raised an eyebrow. “Well, papa only told me what to do with Crista. He wasn’t specific about her sisters. Sooo….” André grinned. Katrina sighed, nodding.

“I see where this is going. Little ones, you can come with me. I’ll get you set up in one of the rooms upstairs. I should have some night clothes that can fit you. You can take a shower, and I’ll bring you up something from the kitchen. Because well, you look like you’ve had a rough night.” Katrina smiled warmly at my sisters.

My sisters both hesitated, gripping me tighter. “It will be okay. I promise. Go with her. You’ll both feel better after a shower and some food in your bellies. I’ll be okay.” I assured, giving them the best smile I could muster. I was scared of this darkroom and dealing with this Alpha, but I didn’t want them to know that.

They slowly nodded, hugging my arms. “Okay… just be safe.” Persephone whispered before reluctantly stepping away. Delilah’s eyes welled with tears. “I’ll be okay. Go ahead. I’ll join you as soon as I can. So don’t eat everything.” I smiled, hugging my baby sister and kissing the top of her head. She sniffled as she took Persephone’s hand and went to Katrina.

“I’ll take good care of them.” Katrina bowed her head to me. “Come on, girls.” she smiled as she guided my sisters out. I followed, just wanting to be sure they would be okay. I watched as she led them up a spiral staircase. “My sister will take care of them, Luna. Your sisters are our family.” André gave me an encouraging smile.

“Don’t call me that.” The words came out harsher than I intended, and I felt terrible as for a moment he looked hurt. “I’m sorry. It’s just.” I sighed. “You don’t want to be his mate.” André frowned. “If he wasn’t your father, would you? Would you want a mate like him?” I asked. “Papa… he’s complicated. And like an onion. There are so many layers, and it’s not easy to get through them.” he sighed.

“Chesed… his wolf is scary. But if anyone can get to his core. If anyone can get Alec to the surface, it’s going to be you. The moon goddess wouldn’t have sent you, wouldn’t have chosen you as his mate if you couldn’t. I mean, your last name is Fayte. How kismet is that?” he smiled. “Now come on. I have to deliver you to the darkroom. Please just… try. Give papa a chance.” he sighed, whispering the last part almost like a prayer.

I don’t really know if I can be what André needs. What his father needs. How am I supposed to reach his human half? Especially when Alec has been pushed down by his wolf for so long? ‘We’re his mate. We can. I will do my best to handle Chesed if you do your best to reach Alec.’ Emilia offered. ‘Yeah, if you don’t change your tune when we go into this darkroom.’ I countered.

That at least shut her up as I slowly shuffled along behind André. I seriously felt out of place in this house. Not that I’m not accustomed to a grand home. Our Beta house is charming, as is the packhouse our Alpha lives in. But I’m barefoot, wearing random athletic clothes from their pack, and I’m dirty from running through the forest carrying my sisters in wolf form.

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