Alpha's Cursed Luna novel Chapter 50

ELEANOR

“I’m ready.” I announce.

Devin gave Sam a small nod and he sauntered over to my direction, stopping when he was only a few inches away from me.

He took out a pair of cuffs which made the floor quake with Elijah’s thunderous growl.

“Is that really necessary?” He asked angrily.

Devin paused. Sam turning to face him when both their eyes glowed, indicating they have mind-linked.

Sam withdrew with his cuffs and instead gestured for me to follow him.

I nod at Elijah who kept throwing me a worried look since I walked our from the bathroom door.

He walked with us only until we reached a fancy limousine parked right outside the packhouse.

“Don’t be afraid, Luna. Alex will come for you soon,” Elijah leaned on the car door after it closed.

I gave him a weak smile, praying he doesn’t.

The car engine roared to life. I nodded at Elijah and he stepped away from the car. His hands shoved inside his pockets and I saw his eyes glow bright gold.

He must be mindlinking Alexander to inform him I’d been taken away.

I leaned back in my seat. Suddenly, I noticed something from the corner of my eye. Before the car drove off, I caught Adrian looking down at me through the window pane. He was still in my bedroom situated on the second floor.

I squinted my eyes at him, and I feel my heart rate quicken. He was grinning at me the exact same way when he crawled to my bed.

Devin, who sat in the driver’s seat and had access to the car windows, rolled up my window slowly.

Moments later I was rolling away from the pack house, but the image of Adrian still remained intact inside my mind.

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An awkward silence enveloped the air, and neither Sam nor Louie wanted to start up a conversation.

Devin cleared his throat, glancing at me through the front mirror.

“You may not have any evidence to show for yourself, but I don’t think you’re a liar.” He says and I say nothing. Keeping my head low as I stared at my lap.

The car continued to roll in silence until we reached a huge gate.

Sam opened the door for me. I hopped out feeling my body tremble in the sudden cold from the strong, blowing wind brushing through my hair, along my skin.

I felt goosebumps starting to form on both my arms.

Wrapping my small hands around my body, I let out a heavy breath. Sam then gestured at me to follow them and I trudged behind him.

The building was huge, like way too huge to be called a packhouse.

Devin had told me this was like a court combined with a city jail for werewolves.

I nodded but kept my lips glued shut.

Devin led me to a brightly-lit room. The walls were grey and the ceiling too. The room was empty except for the small table coupled with two chairs situated right in the middle of the room. On the table, I saw a pen as well as two or three documents lying there.

Devin ushered me inside and I stepped in, suddenly feeling all claustrophobic. The room was tight. It reminds me of all those times Mike would lock me in very tight spaces, way tighter than this room. For reasons unknown. I bet Mike only did that though to satisfy his ego. Because often times I’d prove him wrong. And every damn time he would kick me and punch me in the gut. Throw me in places like inside the kitchen cabinet, under the staircase, the janitor room, or even the closet. A weak smile crept to my lips as I recalled the river of tears I cried when I was locked in any one of those places. Begging for forgiveness.

“Take a seat.” I do as he says and wait for his next instruction.

I sat there for what felt like eternity. Answering each damn question he throws at me when he suddenly picked up the documents laid on the table. He gives me a sharp look I couldn’t bear to meet.

What the hell have I done?

“Do you know that you’re pack’s been attacked?”

I gasped. My body trembled at his words.

I stared at him wide-eyed, hoping that for some reason, he’s lying.

“Wh-what? When?” My lips quivered as I spoke. Standing up, I’d slammed my hands on the table but the loud bang didn’t even make him flinch in his seat. It only made him shoot me a pointed glare.

“Please sit back down Ms. Raven.”

A disturbing feeling of unease settled in my heart, but I reluctantly sat down with my eyes still pinned on Devin who sat back with his legs crossed in front of him.

“The Blue Mountains pack has had a rogue attack last Wednesday, 13th of April. They’ve killed half the population of your omegas, including a large number of females and wolf pups. Equivalent to nearly two-hundred wolves.”

I gnashed my teeth, biting my inner cheeks as I let his words slowly sink in.

Omegas... Dead?

“Thing is, the rogues only attacked.. Killed omegas of your pack.” He continued.

I stared hard at him for a few moments, finding myself at a loss for words as I sat there, thinking.

Was it the curse? Was it because there were traces of my existence left in there that even my own pack had to suffer from it?

Does this mean that wherever I go, I cause nothing but...chaos?

‘Don’t say that... We don’t know for sure if it’s the curse that did this’

I balled my hands on my lap, clamping my tight blue jeans gritting my teeth.

‘Would you rather we stick around here longer to find out? Until we also wreak havoc in Alexander's pack?’