Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
“I’ll just be a minute,” he said to me, then went with the girl.
And then he was a big kid, playing football with them, racing them, laughing with them. It was so lighthearted and happy, brightening the dark day and morbid widows’ village.
“A human and an alpha. Brave or stupid?” the woman asked quietly, still facing the kids.
I wasn’t sure how to answer or whether it needed an answer. “Both,” I whispered, and her shoulders moved with her chuckle.
“The dagger I speak of has many truths in its make, winter born, but even it cannot decide. Touch the blade and you will either prosper or be the death of us all,” she said lowly, and then she was humming as I panicked.
My heart closed and a picture of a blade flashed in my mind. The dagger was silver, with black veins through it. Blood dripped off the end, and I was holding it, my face covered in the red liquid.
I gasped and moved back from the woman.
“Hmm.” She simply hummed, and I spun away from her, going inside to catch my breath.
Another couple had taken the couch, stripping clothes off each other, but I ignored them, my breath harsh, my chest so tight.
Sweat prickled on my forehead as I tried to breathe. The vision I had seen scared the shit out of me, and I tried to stop seeing it, but there was so much blood dripping over me, and the dagger was in my hand.
Had I killed someone? My stomach coiled in response, and I stumbled my way up the stairs to the bathroom, crashing on the floor, reaching for the toilet bowl as I heaved. Nothing came out, my stomach empty, but it still sucked.
I breathed in and out, concentrating on keeping them even when the shadows appeared, dark and thunderous. My brother walked out of them with that annoying smirk that I hated so much.
“Little sister. Nice to see you again,” he said, bending down to me. “Do you know how hard it is to get you alone nowadays?” he said, and I spat at him.
I hope it tasted like bile. He wiped it off his face calmly before scowling at me with a dark expression that had my sticky dampness turning to cold shivers.
“Take a hint then,” I snapped, and he reached forward, tucking my hair behind my ears with a heavy sigh.
“Such a waste. We could’ve been everything this world needed. But since you have decided to be a brat, we must continue to do this the hard way.”
“It’s not the full moon.”
“It is not. But in two short weeks you will have the answer that I want from you.
You can be sure of that. I just came to give you a message.”
“What?” I demanded, hating that he could find me anywhere through the shadows, but when he was gone, I had no sense of him at all.
Then again, he wasn’t really my brother anymore. And the shadows were darker, almost a raven black instead of stormy gray like before.
“Here’s the location for our meet on the full moon. Be there at midnight. Alone,” he said, grabbing my arm before I could react.
His fingers burned me as they touched my skin, and he seared a picture into my mind. A cemetery. How original. He showed me the crypt to meet him in, and I laughed, snatching my arm back, rubbing the burn away.
“A creepy crypt in a graveyard?” I sneered. “I’m not coming alone,” I finished, not dumb enough to try that.
“You come with those pesky werewolves and I will slit my own throat. Bye-bye, brother.” He sneered, and the echo in his voice got stronger.
It did make me hesitate though. I couldn’t work out my brother’s place, whether he was willingly doing Elias’s bidding or choosing to. It made all the difference.
“You control my brother? Or he’s letting you?” I asked, but he grinned, knowing the answer would affect whether I cared about his threat or not.
Then he disappeared again.
I huffed and stood from the toilet as Brax burst in. His eyes moved over me before he sighed and pulled me into him.
“You were told not to leave my side,” he growled, and I hugged him back.
“Had to use the bathroom. Didn’t need company.”
“You don’t know what you need,” he breathed, curling me in tighter, and he had no idea how right he was because something inside stopped me from telling him about the meeting on the full moon with my brother, or Elias, or both.
If I told him, they would come, and I might get more people killed. I had to go alone.
Or that was being dumb and how the vision would come true. I had no idea.
I held him tighter before leaning up for a searing kiss that washed away the bad. He kissed harder, his tongue finding mine as he yanked the bathroom door shut, shoving me against the tiny vanity.
I ripped his shirt off as his shadows merged with mine. They did that every time we got this close now, like they craved the connection as much as we did.
I rubbed him through his pants as he held my lips captive with his. Brax kissed me so fiercely, like all the fear of me being gone for those few minutes was enough to drive him over the edge.
I felt the same. The vision, the meeting, my brother…it all had me desperate to feel the good his touch offered.
He lifted me on the edge of the basin, fighting my skirt up my thighs until I was bared to him.
I fumbled with his pant strings and freed his thick length, sighing into the kiss as he moved my panties out of the way and slid inside me.
I gasped at the fullness, my head hanging back as I wrapped an arm around his neck. He pumped into me, fast and hard, his breaths panting with mine as I urged him on with bucks of my hips.
It was fast and messy but felt so fucking good. It was everything we both needed in that moment, and I didn’t even care that we were in the tiniest, grossest bathroom I had ever seen, because none of it mattered.
I just wanted him.
So, when his furious thrusts sent me over the edge, screaming out his name, I held on tight and took him with me to paradise, taking the private moment we could get without the evil of the outside world invading it.
35. The Questions
Brax and I walked back to the women’s village hand in hand. It could’ve been romantic if Brax’s strides weren’t at least two of mine so I looked like I was trying to play hopscotch to keep up with him.
“You’re in a rush.”
He nodded. “I need to tell the alphas.”
“What about your link thing? Can’t you just tell them through that?” I asked, and he nodded.
“I can, but sometimes what we say doesn’t come through as clearly as we want. It all depends on the height of our emotions and the physical distance between us,” he said. “And I can’t let this information get distorted.”
“This dagger information is really important then?”
“It means that the people going missing are being used in a ritualistic sacrifice. We had considered it but hadn’t believed it possible. Now they have a conduit for it; that makes it even more dangerous,” Brax explained, still dragging me along while I half ran to keep up.
“How is it more dangerous?” I puffed, and he turned back to look at me.
He smirked as he looked at me clutching my dress, hiding the tear he had made but also keeping it from snagging on the bits of broken stone on the path.
“The shadows can absorb the power from a sacrificial conduit. Makes them more powerful but can also give the shadows a foothold in our world. Means Elias might not need your brother as a body if he completes the ritual.
“But there are so many things he could be using power like that for, none of it good.
I have to see Derik and Kai.”
He urged me on faster before getting sick of my human pace and carrying me.
We went to my mom’s hut first. I think Brax had every intention of trying to ditch me there, but when we went in, Derik and Kai were already there, drinking tea while she pottered.
Good, because I had no intentions of being ditched.
“Mrs. Valarian. Would you excuse us for a moment?” Brax said, and that had them all pausing their cozy conversation for frowns.
Kai and Derik stood as my mom nodded. They left the hut and stepped away, huddling close. I turned back to my mom, who was pouring me tea.
“Sit, let them talk.” She smiled, and I followed her advice, my legs aching after getting railed in the bathroom.
I sipped the tea as Mom stirred her huge pot of stew.
“Mom, I think you’re overestimating how much the wolves eat. It’s not actually much different to our servings,” I said, and she waved my worries away, sniffing her handiwork before stirring again.
“They’ve already spoken of those concerns, sweetie. Don’t worry, your father and sister-in-law will be joining us too.” She smiled.
I tensed at the mention of my father. I hadn’t had a chance to find out which whore he’d been cheating with, but I should’ve. Then I could have warned her to stop.
“Is Ryleigh okay? Has she been lonely without my brother home?” I asked, digging a little.
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