Alpha’s Betrayal Luna’s Revenge (Samantha) novel Chapter 54

Reagan’s POV

Discovering that my fated mate was the one who attempted to kill Sam was utterly devastating. There was no way I would accept her. But she was Callan’s last hope of happiness. She was supposed to tove him no matter what. He had lost everything that made him strong. The only thing he had left was hope that one day he would find his mate and become a father.

Callan and I spent a long time debating whether Lily would be a good mate. Was she worth fighting for? Was she deserving enough to wear his mark? But when she appeared on the porch, throwing a tantrum like a child.

Callan conceded she didn’t have the qualities he desired in a mate. Nor did he believe she possessed the qualities he believed a good mother should have. I wholeheartedly agreed with him, as I don’t believe I could forget about what she did to Sam.

As I said, the words to reject Lily. I tried to be as civil as l could. lam an Alpha of the royal family. It was more than she deserved, and I couldn’t wait for her to discover my true identity. She is going to be devastated, considering she missed the opportunity of being part of the most powerful family in the kingdom.

When she accepted my rejection, though. She didn’t hold back her disgust at my physical appearance and called Callan’s masculinity into question. Callan was about to show her what true power was when the pain of the severed mate bond kicked in.

Having to be helped to the car because I couldn’t stand, let alone walk, was mortifying. It has been a long time since I’ve had such a terrible, mentally challenging day. I looked out the window as I remembered my worst day.

I was eight at the time and, not knowing how to process what happened; I used to cry a lot. My dad suggested I block out the memory of the event so that I wouldn’t get upset anymore. His suggestion worked, and I hadn’t thought about that day for decades.

But today, with everything going on. It triggered me to remember. The grief was still as raw today as it was back then. My mom used to take us to a park near the Everglades Pack. It was a halfway point for them to meet up with her best friend, Lucy. Lucy’s mate always came, and they brought their daughter, Krista.

Krista was slightly younger than me, and she was my childhood crush. Long dark hair, brown eyes, and an attitude that would send many a boy running. But to me, she was perfect. She was not afraid to challenge me, and nor did she care about my royal status. To her, we were Reagan and Caspian, her friends.

Although we had guards. Rogues overpowered them, and our parents sacrificed themselves so we could escape. We ran for days, then one day, when they were getting close.

Krista and I decided we needed to hide our scent. I suggested making our way to the river, which I could hear in the distance.

I tried to wake Caspian, but he wouldn’t open his eyes. So, Krista and I threw his arms over our shoulders and dragged him. As we got closer, we realized we would have to climb down a cliff. With Caspian unconscious, that was going to be impossible. As we turned to run away, my foot got caught under a rock. Caspian and Krista fell over the cliff’s edge. I grabbed hold of Caspian’s wrist to find Krista had a grip on his other one.

She looked at me. “That’s unusual. Ellie only ever locks the door when she’s operating. But she only does that in the mornings, so the animal has a chance to recover before she sends it home.”

“Perhaps she is in the toilet. We all have to go,” I suggested. But I don’t think Sam was listening as she disappèared out of sight. I went to follow her, but she quickly returned with a key in her hand and a grin on her face. “It’s the spare,” Sam announced, like it was a secret.

As we entered the waiting area, it felt clinical. Everything was white except for the plaque that hung on the wall.’ My personality is who I am. My attitude is who you are. It took me a while to figure out what it meant, and when I did, I smiled. I liked it. Wait, does that mean that Ellie’s attitude toward me was because of who I am?

Sam rushed further into the building, while I processed the saying. “She’s not here,” Sam yelled. I followed the sound of her voice into a clinic room. Sam was looking through a diary that was sitting on a workbench.

The front door burst open. “She’s back,” I told Sam. Let’s get this over with. This day can’t get any worse, thope.