Chapter 11 Don't Settle the Tab
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I used every last ounce of energy I had left inside me, screaming at the top of my lungs at Alpha Jaxon. The truth was, I hated him. I hated him for everything he had done to me, my family, and my pack. Who did he think he was, using me the way he did tonight? Was this what he did whenever his "perfect Luna" refused to put out? Fuck her, and fuck him. I was almost raped because of them. They would never be my Alpha pair. An Alpha pair was supposed to protect and cherish their pack, not use them for sheer entertainment and lock them up in cages. Not even the Moon Goddess thought Alpha Jaxon was worthy of a mate.
I unleashed every emotion I had onto him while all he did was hold me, his arms planted firmly around my waist. I'd admit his touch soothed my wolf, but it only made me even angrier and more resentful, as if he wasn't actually listening to me to begin with.
As I belted out, "I was almost raped and beaten because of YOU AND YOUR FUCKED UP LUNA," I noticed a glint of red in my peripheral vision. I was so consumed with channeling my energy to tear the Alpha apart that I hadn't even heard her enter the cells. The woman who had forced me here to begin with was cold-heartedly staring right at me, pitying my wolf—and me, for sure.
"Hmm, is that what you think, little slutty wolf?" Her stone-cold eyes locked onto mine. At any other time, I would've glanced down in submission instantly, but I felt power radiating through me. I shrugged off my newfound power as the anger coursing through me. I would rather she kill me than submit to such a Luna who tormented her own wolves. I held my stare, knowing full well it was agitating her.
Before I could snap back at her for calling me both slutty and small, "Beverly. Enough." The Alpha demanded. His voice held pure dominance.
Beverly twisted her hair around her finger and with a playful smile responded, "Jax, your coronation as Alpha of Silver Shadow is in three days, then it'll be our mating ceremony. Honey, we need to lead hand in hand. Let's go back to the pack house, you and I, and talk this out, shall we? I love you, my big, bad wolf."
"Beverly, enough. Don't make me repeat myself again. What happened here tonight was unacceptable and will not be tolerated in my pack," Alpha Jaxon taunted. It felt as if he had lost some sort of feeling for her — was it respect? Was it love? Was it patience? I felt my heart pick up speed; she made me uneasy being so close to Alpha Jaxon. I felt silly knowing she was about to be his mate and therefore held claim over him.
She waltzed closer to him, touching his bicep while he kept a firm grasp on my body. "You're right, Alpha." My eyes widened as I realized she'd formally addressed him. "I think it's time to use our voice of reason and think about what's best for our pack, baby. Why don't we go for a walk, and you can tell me how you're really feeling? I'm sure I can make you feel better."
"Yes, Beverly, that's exactly what I was thinking. It is time to have a talk." I wasn't sure what he meant, but I knew it wouldn't be good. There was too much sarcasm in his tone—and sarcasm was my first language. I wasn't sure if she picked up on the sarcasm, though; an accomplished look was plastered all over her face.
"C-c-can I go home?" I winced at Alpha Jaxon. With a deep sigh, he let out a huff and said, "Not tonight, Adeline. It's already very late. But you will be coming to the pack house where I can ensure your safety."
I was completely tantalized by his words, hope growing in my chest. As much as I hated him, there truly wasn't a more satisfying feeling than seeing the look on Beverly's face right then.
"Absolutely not will I allow a tramp into my pack house, Jax," Beverly fought back hard. I guessed her moment of submission to the Alpha was over.
"Fortunately enough, that is not your pack house, nor are you Luna yet. Do not forget your place, Beverly." His eyes darkened more as each word slipped from his lips.
I felt her bitterness grow as if she could snap back at any second, but instead, she just glared down, eyes focused on the floor. Beta Don stepped forward finally, "Alpha, I can guide Miss Adeline to her room, sir."
"No, Don. I will do it myself. You may take Beverly back, though. It seems to me that she may need some time to rethink her actions this evening," he snarled through gritted teeth. As he loosened his grip, he slowly unbuttoned the red dress shirt he was wearing, which stuck to him like a second skin.
He draped the dress shirt over my shoulders—it was clearly three sizes too big—and gave me a half smile. With one side of his lip curling, he nodded and said, "Much better. I'm sure you're hungry, Adeline. The cook should still be at the pack house."
He draped a hand over my waist and guided me out of the cells. I was still furious at this beast in front of me, but in a strange way, he also felt like my hero.
