Alpha’s Betrayal Luna’s Revenge (Samantha) novel Chapter 30

Sam’s POV

It was like reliving my worst nightmare. But when I heard Nolan’s voice, I knew it wasn’t real. He wasn’t there; no one was.

My eyes snapped open. That’s when I knew I would never escape what happened, as those memories would never leave me. I pulled the blanket closer and cried my eyes out. Zola’s words of comfort didn’t reassure me. “How can I control what happens when I’m asleep?” I asked her, which she didn’t respond to.

“How can I help?” Nolan gently asked. Too distressed to respond, I just cried. The next thing I knew, Nolan was stroking my hair and telling me he would do anything to make the pain go away.

” wish it were that easy,” I told him when I eventually began to calm down. Those traumatic events are going to Live in my mind forever; no amount of talking will make them ever go away. Perhaps Nolan has gotten lucky by not remembering his past. But then again, I wouldn’t remember Zola or Ellie. Not to mention Frank. If I don’t remember him, who will?

When I relaxed, I realized I was topless underneath the blanket. How did that happen? I pulled the blanket tighter, not wanting to expose myself to Nolan. “Here,” he said, handing me my t-shirt and getting up. “I’ll get us a drink.” He told me as he got to his foot and made his wayto the kitchen. Once I was dressed, I followed him.

1 found him warming some milk in the microwave. 1

carried it into the living room and curled up on the couch.

Nolan said nothing. He just sipped his warm milk. I gripped my cup while I discussed with Zola whether I should tell Nolan about what happened. “I think he knows some of it. You may as well fill in thè blanks. Not telling him about the wolf stuff, of course,” she said.

7 was eighteen when it happened. Not by choice, but I was engaged to the most powerful man in town.”

“He did that to you?” Nolan interrupted angrily.

‘Shut up and listen,” I snapped. “I was happy, and just as we were about to get married. I found him having sex with my so-called best friend.” I took a breath. “It broke my heart, especially since she was wearing my wedding dress while they were doing it.” I took a sip of milk, trying to block out the image that popped into my mind. “I don’t know what happened next or how long she held me hostage. But she did this.” I gestured to my head and body.

“And he knowingly let her?” Nolan gripped his mug so tightly that I heard the ceramic starting to fracture. So l took it off him and placed both of our mugs on the table. I nodded my head as my tears started to run down my face at their betrayal. “In the end, because she was my friend, she gave me a choice. Starve to death or drink the water. she had poisoned.” I scoffed,

“Who needs enemies?” Nolan looked at me with great sadness “You drank it, didn’t you?”

“I just wanted the pain to go away.” I sobbed.

“Shush,” Nolan said, pulling me to him for comfort. “How did you get away?”

“Garth, a very good friend of mine, found me and rescued me. But then my ex killed him to keep him quiet.” I could feel my tears building again as | talked about Garth. “He distracted everyone, giving me time to escape. He gave his life to save mine.” My floodgates opened as I remembered his act of bravery. After a while, I closed my eyes and carried on telling Nolan about how I eventually crossed paths with Ellie. How I was making a life for myself. Then, how someone from my hometown came looking for me, and Ellie sent me here. “Ellie knew Edgar owned an apartment block and wanted me to be somewhere safe. She doesn’t have to, but she pays for the roof over my head and the money in my pocket.”

“So she’s not your actual sister?” Nolan asked. “She is the family I have chosen. We wanted to stay together. But she told me that my safety was her priority.”

Nolan pulled me close and didn’t let me go. “I am sorry you have been through all of that. No one as special as you deserves to be treated that way.” He told me. “How about we go to the hospital and arrange Frank’s funeral?

Give him a burial fit for the man he was. Would that make you feel better?”That sounded like a good idea and an excellent distraction. But when we got to the hospital, I realized I didn’t even know Frank’s last name. So the administrator either couldn’t or wouldn’t help us. “Gobert. Should have what we need,” Nolan suggested.

We made it to the police station just as Gobert was starting work. He gave us everything we needed, including the number for a funeral parlor. He advised that-if I called them, I would be responsible for footing the bill for their services. Alternatively, I could leave Frank’s body in the morgue, unclaimed; then the state would dispose of his corpse for free. “Frank deserves better than that,” | told him as I snatched the number from Gobert’s hand. He should be going on that sensitivity training with the others.

I was raging all the way home when Nolan suggested we stop by the gym and take my frustrations out on a punching bag. It wasn’t a bad idea, but I knew it wouldn’t fully help me. As part of my mood was down to Zola’s unhappiness.

Organizing Frank’s funeral gave me peace of mind. “Now he will have a forever home,” I told Nolan. The funeral was set for two weeks due to a backlog.

Four men I would take on. But they all had guns, which was my only concern.

“Oh. I am,” I said as my blood boiled so much that! punched him in the face, kneed him I the crotch, and kicked him in the chest while he was doubled over. His body flew against the wall. I kicked the table, and all the guns went flying as the other men jumped to their feet to help their friend.

“Sam,” Nolan called from a distance. He needed to stay away. Because I wasn’t going to be holding back. I fought, 1 punched, and I kicked. I was hellbent on getting revenge for Frank.

“Now. Now, pixie,” Frank’s killer called to me. I turned and, to my horror, Frank’s killer had a gun pointed at Nolan.That’s when I stopped. I knew he would kill him without hesitation. “Thought that would get your attention,” he said, smirking. “You know, it’s not beneath me to kill a woman or a cripple. But it would raise too many questions. That’s why I stick to the homeless; no one cares.” He said, throwing his head back, laughing. Which gave me a chance to rush him and kick him in the balls again. This time, when he dropped to his knees, he fired his gun, and Nolan fell to the ground. I ran over and punched him in the face until he was unconscious. Then, I kicked his gun away from him. Without his gun, there would be no way he would be that cocky.

I rushed over to Nolan, screaming for help. “Let’s get out of here,” one of the men yelled.

Fearing the worst, I started patting his body, looking to see where he had been shot. “Nolan, Nolan. Where does it hurt?” I asked, panicking, as I couldn’t see any blood. He raised his hand to his head and groaned.

“Sam?” he said, showing me his hand, which had blood on it. Did Nolan get shot in the head? I’m not sure he would be alive if that were the case.

“Nolan, where does it hurt?” I asked again, which caused him to laugh.

“Sam. I know who I am. I know what I am.” He sat up. “Sam.

I know my name,” he shouted ecstatically.