Alpha’s Betrayal Luna’s Revenge (Samantha) novel Chapter 21

Sam’s POV

“It’s only a short-term arrangement in case Jaxon comes back. I don’t want him finding you.” Ellie told me before she left. I know her heart is in the right place, but I was scared. I would be all alone in a world I know nothing about.

“The priority is keeping you safe, Sam. That is what we all want.” Zola told me comfortingly. She didn’t sound sure, but she was right. I may not be happy about being here.

But my safety should come first.

Ellie left this morning, but not before leaving me with some cash and a cheap mobile phone. She promised to return on the 1st of every month, regardless of what day it was. Since it was only the 14th today, two weeks seemed like a long time to wait.

“How had our lives come to this?” I spoke to Zola as I woke up that first morning. “I was supposed to be the Luna of the Shadow Pack. Now I am dependent on others living in the human world.”

“It’s not about you, Sam,” Zola told me. “It’s about those who surround you. People with good hearts always end up losing,” she said knowingly. “You gave more than you received and always forgave, even when you knew better.”

“Well, that bit me in the ass, didn’t it? But no more. From now on, I will help myself,” I said, thinking of Lily. Zolasnickered.

“You were born to be a Luna. It’s your kind heart that sets you apart from everyone else. Ellie could see it, and that is what she loved about you.” Zola told me. I didn’t believe her about being a Luna, especially given my current circumstances. But Ellie said it was my beautiful soul that she valued.

“How about l am less gullible?” I suggested. Zola snickered again.

“You are about to begin a new chapter in your life. An unexpected chapter. One we know nothing about. Who knows where it will take you? But you know what.”

* “What?”

“It all begins with dragging your lazy butt out of this bed.” She snapped, and she was right. I have to take the first step. I jumped in the shower, and while the water washed down my body, I thought about my new life. What would I do? “What can’t you do?” Zola interrupted my thoughts.

She was right. My future is what I make of it. As I got dry, l remembered I had no other clothes than the ones I traveled in.

I put them on and texted Ellie. I wouldn’t want her worrying about me. Not on my first day. I grabbed a small amount of cash to pay for some food and stuff. Then I walked out of my front door and into the world. To find out what my new life holds.I passed Edgar on the stairs, and he wished me a good morning. He told me that should I need anything, to speak to him. That allowed me to ask if he knew where I could get some clothes. He advised speaking to one of the waitresses downstairs, as he wouldn’t know where a woman would go.

I chose a window seat in the diner so i could observe the world outside. How humans dress and how they interact with one another. The homeless man from last night was still outside, asking people for money. I watched as he hung his head in despair as he reached into the garbage bin for some food someone had thrown away. It was hard ngt to feel bad for him. “He might be the equivalent of a rogue in this world,” Zola told me. That made me feel worse. I am effectively a rogue now. Is that how l am going to be treated?

Lost in my thoughts. A tapping foot beside me drew my attention. “Are you ready to order?” a woman holding a notepad asked in a snotty tone. Her name tag told me her name was Megan. She seemed annoyed that I wasn’t focused on her.

Megan was beautiful; her nails were manicured, and her blonde hair was perfectly placed on her head. Not an eyelash out of place, and her makeup was flawless, not a single imperfection. She put a huge amount of effort into her appearance.

“I’ll have some pancakes and bacon, please. Can I have some coffee as well?” I said, asking for the thing | last ate,not wanting to delay her getting annoyed with me. She looked like the sort of person who was important

“I honestly didn’t have any money last night. But here, I had some this morning,” I told him.His hands shook as he reached out and took what I offered him. He then scurried away and ate the pastry, as if it had been the first proper thing he had eaten in days. Maybe it was. I didn’t know. But at the speed he ate it, I knew he was thankful. I didn’t stay to speak to him; as that would have been awkward.

I managed to find the thrift store, eventually. I didn’t know what to make of it. It was like an Aladdin’s cave of stuff. “Can I help you?” a young man asked me. “Oh, er, I need a few bits,” I told him, not quite knowing what I needed. I should have been more specific, though, as he then tried to sell me all sorts of random items, like bowling shoes and a fishing rod. “Bless him. He is trying to make as much money as he can for the Salvation Army.” I overheard someone whispering in the distance. I don’t know what the cause was, but the boy was trying his best to make a sale.

“Look. I need clothes,” I told him.

“Why didn’t you say so?” He laughed, taking me to the side of the shop I hadn’t been to yet. “Try these on,” he told me, handing me a pile of clothes. I didn’t want to try anything on here. So, I sifted through the clothes and bought what I thought would fit. Despite having a bag full, I spent $20.

Back in the pack, one shirt would have cost that much.” Don’t mention that place again, ever,” Zola told me, and she was right. It was a place I once lived. That life is behind me.

On the way back to my apartment, I heard a ruckus downan alley. I saw a group of men fighting. Zola growled. I rushed toward them, yelling. “What are you going to do, pixie?” One man mocked me, pushing my chest. Even though I am a lot weaker than I used to be, I could have taken them. But Zola advised against it. “You’re supposed to be human now. A small woman doesn’t have that much strength.”

“I’m going to scream, then we’ll see who comes to help a – little helpless woman against four men,” I told him. He laughed at me and snatched my bag off me, scoffing at its contents. screamed, causing them all to run off.

That was when I made the first promise to myself. I will be stronger and fitter than I have ever been before. I will protect myself, I will protect others, “Just like a Luna should,” Zola said proudly. She was wrong. I am not a Luna, nor am I a victim. I am Sam and l am a survivor.