Alpha’s Betrayal Luna’s Revenge (Samantha) novel Chapter 65

Ellie’s POV

“I should have packed lighter,” I complained to Kiki as l adjusted the straps on my backpack and walked along the road. I didn’t know why it was so heavy. Inside, I only had a change of clothes for the ceremony, the invitation from Phillip, a few hygiene products, and what I would call emergency medical supplies. I never go anywhere without any medical supplies. You never know when you are going to need them. “I won’t be carrying all of that tonight. It’s essentials only,” she responded.

“Whatever,” I responded, knowing that Kiki wouldn’t be able to carry a bag this heavy. At least if Kiki is running, there will be no need for that stuff, so I will hide some of my stuff and return for it later.

Each time a car approached, I’d straighten my backpack and put out my thumb in an attempt to hitchhike. But no one stopped. Worse yet, since there was no sidewalk, I almost got hit several times. Eventually, after another near miss, Kiki convinced me to walk behind the barriers that ran alongside the road. I felt it was a bad idea, as there was no chance of hitching a lift, or that Richard wouldn’t see me when he passed. But she was right, the speed at which some of these cars were traveling. I risk getting hit, but I’d rather be late to Sam’s ceremony than miss it entirely.

“I would have worn better shoes. If I’d known we were going hiking,” I said as I felt everything in my flimsy flat shoes.

“You haven’t half complained a lot today,” Kiki said mockingly. Which prompted me to shut up and focus on not slipping on my ass as I climbed over some rocks. I was fine for a bit, but then the smell of blood hit me. Kiki growled, fearing there was a predator nearby. I looked around cautiously as I made my way toward whatever was-bleeding. That was when I heard a man calling for help.

As I rounded a corner, a naked man was lying on his back with a spiked rod sticking out of his right shoulder. I rushed over to him, which was when Kiki warned me to be careful, as he was a shifter. He reeked, and it reminded me of Sam. Which is why I suspected he was a rogue. I had never met a male rogue, so Kiki’s warning seemed more important.

I was quite disappointed that he wasn’t in his wolf form, as l am used to working with animals. But the principle of removing the spike should be similar regardless of form. I guess it’s just my preference.

I dropped my bag and sprinted toward him. He screamed at me to back off, and then he yelled in pain. I ignored him, and as I got closer, he growled at me, baring his teeth. ” Don’t you growl at me,” I snapped, trying to see if he had any other major injuries.

He didn’t appear to have any superficial injuries, but his left arm hung limp. That will be why he couldn’t pullhimself off the steel spike. Knowing he couldn’t hurt me, ignored his violent threats and grabbed his jaw. “I’m going to help you, so stop yelling at me,” I told him. He looked shocked and winced in pain. Without moving my hand from his face, “Take some deep breaths through your nose and let Ellie help you,” I told him. He didn’t do as I asked and kept mouth breathing. So I held his face in place until eventually he started to go drowsy.

“Just keep breathing,” I told him as I told him I was going to pull him off the spike. It took several attempts, and he yelled a lot, but eventually, he was no longer impaled. As he lay on the ground, rolling around. I told him I was going to, pop his left shoulder back into place. I had never done this before, as animal joints don’t pop out of place. But remember when I saw it on TV once.

I leaned over him. Placed his hand on his neck and, using all of my strength, without warning, I pushed on his shoulder, causing him to cry out louder than ever. I then took a step back, waiting for his wolf to heal him.

I knew he was on the mend when he stopped yelling. He quickly jumped to his feet, taking a fighting stance. “Oh, please. If I wanted to hurt you. I would have done it already,” I said, getting to my feet and going for my bag.

“No one ever helps rogues.”

“Well now, you can’t say that,” I said, smiling at him as I put my back on my back. “Out of curiosity, what happened to you?””I was out hunting and got hit by a van.” I can believe that. at the speed these vehicles are traveling.

“At least it wasn’t fatal,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

I”ve got to be somewhere to be, and my truck broke down.”

When we got closer, someone called out Aaron’s name, which then resulted in a crowd of people surrounding him. “I’ll be right back,” he yelled to everyone.

As I waited for him to return, I couldn’t help but watch as the rogues interacted with each other. Looking out for each other. Are rogues simply people who are cast out of packs for whatever reason? Because this group exhibits behavior consistent with a close-knit unit, like a pack.

People stared and pointed at me, especially when Aaron returned. “They’re not used to anyone other than rogues being here.” He told me, showing me the keys to his truck and opening his door.

“Aaron.” A man yelled and sprinted toward us. He was tall and broad, with a long beard. “Aaron, Fran, and Ingrid.

Went looking for you. They were in an accident. Aaron Ingrid’s got hurt, but Fran. Fran, she’s hurt bad, man.” He looked like he was on the brink of tears.

Aaron slammed his door shut and looked at me. “Fran is my grandma, and Ingrid is my mate. She’s pregnant,” he said before running off.

Instinctively, I followed him. Sam is important to me. But there is no way I can leave if an injured elderly woman, never mind a pregnant woman. Sam would understand. I know she would.