Chapter 13: Alora Can!


    Chapter 13: Alora Can!


    I fall silent as I pull on thest item from the pile, gritting my teeth at his pigheaded denseness, as that


    ember erupts into a little me, pushing my nerves taut. A small candle sized one, that hits in the dark


    recess and instantly glows, and grows, to epic proportions of robust me, that moves me to dress


    faster with a hostilest tug to secure my pants. My blood boiling as it overtakes me, and I sweep my


    hair back with sass and grab the door handle angrily.


    Yanking the door open, surprised toe face to face with him as he''s leaning his forehead against


    the door and I almost face butt him full on. His eyes glowing with the turmoil of his emotions, but it does


    little to dampen mine. It only notches my inner fury up another click. They meet mine and lock on in that


    special way we have whenever our eyes connect, the sizzle, the connection, but he isn''t expecting the


    response thates out of me. Nor the rage. That little burning me of crazy that explodes at the


    sight of him.


    "You didn''t even like me before that night! You didn''t know me! This, us, it''s not real. It''s something


    imnted inside of us by something up there." I point skyward, aggressively, ring at him. "We would


    never have fallen for one another, never have crossed paths in any kind of way if it wasn''t for the fates.


    I wasn''t on your radar, and to be honest, I didn''t even like you anyway." I shove him back out of my


    space with a push to his ab''s, so he clears the doorway, and he just gawps at me like I''ve lost my mind.


    Maybe I have! "You don''t even remember me, do you? … Before that night. I didn''t think so! … You


    need to pull your head out of your ass and remember that. Carmen was the woman you loved and


    nned a life with, and you chose her…. Loud and painfully clear! You said the words to me, and this


    is done. The fates didn''t stop us, Colton, you did and your family, and everyone else in this hell hole


    that confined my kind to a dark hole on the outskirts and left us there to die. So don''t you dare tell me


    how awful this is for you, because you have no fucking idea what awful is until you''ve walked in my


    shoes for thest ten years of life. You have Carmen, you have a pack, a home, and a fucking choice in


    all of this. I never did! The fates didn''t punish you with this, they probably expected you to man up and


    do what they told you to do, for whatever reason they decided on us! You did this to us! You did this to


    me! Suck it up and shut the fuck up!" I have no idea where this angry dress downes from, but I


    deliver it in a raspy, usatory tone, right into his face. No fear or wuthering wallflower, cowering in


    front of an alpha of the pack. Just an angry girl, in the face of a stupid boy, who bruised her heart and is


    pissing her off by denying his part in it. A powerful frustration filled lecture, snarls and throaty growls


    included, and I lock a prating gaze on him pinning him where he stands as though I could impale


    him with looks alone.


    It''s true though. He can stand making speeches and regretful apologies from now until eternity, but the


    simple fact is, Colton had a choice, and this is what he chose. He doesn''t get to whine like some


    spoiled pup about it now. He''s an alpha for god''s sake, and he needs to own it. Not act like some


    overdramatic teen whose parents are beingme and stopping him from doing something superficial.


    He stares back at me in utter shock, rendered mute at my outburst and unsure how to even respond


    anyway. Even his mind link is silent. I don''t think any wolf this far below his station has ever talked to


    him like that, and he doesn''t seem like he knows quite how to respond. If I was anyone else, he


    probably would have me pinned to the floor by the throat and reminded them who their alpha was.


    Instead he''s silently shocked that I even had it in me.


    I ''arghh'' at him, and shove him back abruptly, marching past, simmering with this sudden newfound


    rage and I know it can only be some sort of dyed reaction to what happened tonight.


    I''m not myself, I don''t feel like I''m really here, and to be honest this whole Carmen, Colton, Vampires,


    bullshit and being brought to the home of the people who made myst decade worthless, is all a little


    too much for me right now. I''m angry, seething, bubbling away inside... at him, them, life, The god damn


    fates. Most of all, I''m angry at me; for being this weak stupid girl who wasn''t good enough to keep, and


    too useless and vulnerable to save her friends. Her family.


    I lost everything and I almost died. Terrified inside, deep down, like a churning pit of foreboding that


    shadows me, of the monsters I knew only from stories. The ones who jumped out of the fables and


    threw me out of my own bedroom window.


    Knowing they are out there and close enough to really devastate our kind is enough in itself to make


    me cower for the rest of my life. They had a weapon, a sound, that much like Carmen''s had the ability


    to hurt us and render us unable to turn. That means we''re no longer the stronger in this newfound war


    and we can all be killed. I have bigger things in my head right now, than love confessions, and pining


    assholes trying to mess with my head, while arguing with his mate.


    "I''m not going to spend my days whining about this crap, and I need you to just stop, okay. The words


    you said in the forest were the end of this. There''s nothing to say or drag out and talk through." I turn


    on him aggressively, lifting my palms in a show of ''what now?'', meaning where the hell am I meant to


    be going in this damned house because I have never been here before and I''m fucking lost. He nods


    back at a door behind me with very little to say. His expression ashen, temporarily without words, and


    not really tackling my mood in the slightest.


    To be honest, he looks a little shellshocked and right now, I don''t really care. I have weeks of pent up


    heartbreak at this guy''s hands and I''m done being a push over. My life, in one night, went from awful, to


    completely rock bottom, end of the line, apocalypse, kind of bad. I have bigger headaches than him.


    My emotions starts shredding and unraveling now that I let all of that out, chest hit with a heavy shunt,


    and suddenly I don''t'' feel so pent up and hostile anymore, instead I feel like maybe, I might actually cry.


    From rage and frustration to a sudden need to lie down and sob. Energy burning out from venting, and


    realitying back full circle to remind me that I''ve lost everything.


    I spin away from him to head on, then stop, shudder involuntarily as the overwhelming wave hits me at


    full speed and the tidal wave of tearse out of nowhere. I don''t even have a chance to try and


    combat it before it hits full throttle. Breaking and flinching as I lose control and they start to fall.


    Coughing on the woeful sound that escapes me and smothering my face with both hands to try and


    catch the waterfall as it pours from my eyes.


    "Lorey, baby, don''t." Colton catches me by the arm, tries to pull me towards him but I throw him off,


    putting too much force into shoving him away from me and sending him back stepping by about three


    feet. Startling him with my show of force as he raises his palms to show he won''t retaliate. Even


    breaking down like a feeble femme, there''s an internal burning rage that just isn''t ready to die.


    "Don''t. I don''t need you touching me, consoling me. I just need you to leave me alone. All of you. I was


    fine on my own before, and I''ll be fine on my own again." Not really urate, but irrational, and


    hormonal, are not states to be argued with, and all I know is I need to get out of here and run. I need


    space. From him, them, this, my whole head mess of pain, at knowing from tonight onwards, nothing is


    going to be the same ever again.


    I turn and head for the front door impulsively, not caring about anything else but getting solitude, the


    darkness invading the open space as I reach it, sending an internal shiver of terror down into my


    stomach. I peer out into the unknown, from a doorway I''ve never known and with the knowledge that


    creatures out there worse than us mean us harm. They could be anywhere, and I have no ce to


    return too now either.


    "No!" Colton yanks me back with force and I spin on him tearfully. "I''ll leave you alone, but you''re not


    leaving this house. It''s dangerous out there for all of us now, and I won''t let you go." He pins me with a


    commanding look and a hostile tone, veiling a sliver of fear for my safety, but I throw it aside and cast


    of his emotions that are starting to flood me once more. I open my mouth to bark a refusal, but he hits


    me with a mental link and that dominant tone that instantly disables me.


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    My head buzzes, both with rage and sheer frustration, as words catch in my throat and almost choke


    me instantaneously. I can''t get them out, his gift being misused to confine me to his home and stop my


    need to tell him what I think of his mands''. Rendered mute because he forbade me to argue and


    the only words poised are one''s that tell him where to go. I instead throw my hands in the air, ring


    furiously at him and then sucker punch him in the abs, out of intense frustration. He flinches, half


    smiling with a shocked response, total disbelief that I''m being this aggressive and a little apprehensive


    in how to react. I storm left, heading for the bathroom I just came from. Hating on him for being such a


    bossy asshole and exerting his powers over me when he has no god damn right.


    Colton catches me by the elbow instantly, and yanks me to the right instead, heading for the stairs at a


    fast pace that signals he''s in no mode to argue about it. Forced by his strength. Not even letting me


    choose where I get to be alone and it riles me, that simmering fire in my belly back in a sh to push all


    tame aside and my inner demon shows face. I start fighting him, every inch of the way, by tugging, and


    squirming, and pushing him off, stabbing him with scathing pointed res, refusing to relent. I pull his


    hand from my arm, getting madder when he grabs me by the other instead, a tighter, biting grip, that is


    meant to bring me back to heel. I twist it away, but to no avail as he shunts me from behind, then slides


    his arms around my body and continues to forcefully guide and push me where he wants me to go. It


    bes a juvenile game of pping, grabbing, shoving, tugging, and he gets me around the waist


    and lifts me from my feet before I ram an elbow straight in his face, crunching on the bridge of his nose


    and bruising my bone in the process.


    "Fuck sakes, Lorey!" He snaps at me, losing his shitpletely and halts as we hit the foot of the stair.


    Seriously emanating all kinds of rage at my refusal to be controlled and res, hitting me with a full-on


    furious frown and sneer. He turns me snappily, hauls me towards him by the waist, bends and hoists


    me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.


    Not ying anymore; his anger radiating hotter than the sun, but it only heightens my own. Carrying


    me as I squirm and wriggle and kick out, using my nails on his back in a bid to make him drop me. He


    grips me tight and does the worst thing he can do in this moment. He uses his gift again, in a bid to get


    me to do as he wants, against my will.


    Be still. Be quiet. Obey me!


    I freeze, motionless, voiceless, all without choice andpletely furious that he renders me immobile.


    My internal bubbling pot of ''how the fuck dare you'' heightening to volcanic levels in the blink of an eye.


    Internally seething, that twice, in the space of a minute, he''s exerted his alpha tone over me and put


    me in my ce like an obedient little lowlife. My body obeying him, my throat muting, and I honestly


    don''t think I have ever felt this much instant venom for anyone in my whole life.


    It almost explodes inside of me, with the power to rip down these damned four walls. Like a kettle


    letting off steam after boiling to excessive popping abilities, and it fills my every pore and vein with a


    moltenva, straight from the depths of hell.


    I loathe him, more than I ever thought I could hate anyone, and despite being bonded and imprinted to


    this arrogant asshole, I want to rip his god damn, fucking, stupid, dumbass, shitty, head, off his


    shoulders, and kick it down the stairs like a ser ball.


    That internal rage heats me like a volcano from inside out, my blood reaching boiling point, my temper


    shooting through the roof and despite being utterly paralyzed, slumped over him as we climb the stairs,


    my mind and insides churn up a tornado that would scare the fates. It feels like I emit a sr re when


    I boom out via our mental link.


    I FUCKING DESPISE YOU!!!!!


    It''s a psychic scream, but as we pass two other Santo''s on the stair, the very second it erupts from my


    mind to his, even those two males cower and fall to the ground, grabbing their heads and yelping in


    agony. Colton, too crumbles, dropping me clumsily, my lifeless body, with an ungraceful thud on top of


    him as we copse in a heap on the steps.


    Like a tremor of an earthquake, erupting from my soul, every vase, ss, ceramic, and piece of pottery,


    in the near vicinity, explodes instantaneously, windows blow out all around us and the chandelier of the


    main hall hanging right to the left of the stair way shatters into a thousand tiny specks of self-


    combusted dust, as though it just exploded. Scattering microscopic glitter into the air thates to


    settle on everything around it.


    It''s a second of utter chaos, as though a bomb just went off in the center of the pack house, and hard


    brittle objects in every direction break under the strain with a dramatic ''whoosh''.


    Peoplee down like ten pins around us, caving and crumbling while covering their ears, every


    single Santo in the downstairs hall who just walked in. I can see them from my viewpoint. All gripping


    their skulls and screwing their eyes shut as it reverberates through and causes them all to copse


    where they stand, in a ripple effect. I''m the only one not wing at themselves to keep, what seems to


    be overwhelming pain, out.


    "What the f….?" Colton is breathless as he tries to regainposure, sliding his arms away from me


    hurriedly, and skirts back to give me space, leaving me suddenly free to pull myself together. A hint of


    fear darting across his normally emotionless face as he shes a nce at me and then on the


    carnage all around us, at all the debris. I can sense his panic and confusion and for the moment, I can


    feel he doesn''t want to get any closer, that he''s wary about what I just did. If that was even me.


    I''m dazed, bruised, from being dropped on a hardwood staircase, andpletely non-plussed about


    what the hell just happened. I feel like there was some sort of implosion around me, yet I''mpletely


    unscathed. And now, my internal thoughts, body and soul are totally calm. All that fire and rage, just


    gone.


    "Was that voice hers?" one of the males on the stairs crawls to his knees and attempts to pull himself


    up by the bannister, staring at me in utter wariness. He too looks afraid and keeps his distance, getting


    further from me as he moves out of range.


    "You heard her?" Colton spins on him and I pale as both men nod. Eyes darting to me, then him, and


    they slide down the steps until they get on their own feet and scale it quickly to get away from me.


    Shaking legs, rubbing their heads and I can feel all eyes turning my way as others begin to pick


    themselves up from the floor. The hall looks like Armageddon just rolled through and there''s smashed


    ss, china, and all sorts of carnage on every surface.


    I know I did it in the headspace that only Colton should hear. No one else can ess our bonded link. I


    didn''t say it out loud, and as I move to sit up and gather my wits, I realize I''m no longer bound by his


    command either. I cough, and croak out a shocked reply, weirded out that I can both move and speak.


    Shouldn''t be able to until he undoes what he told me to do.


    "I didn''t do that." I implore him, turning with nervousness, wounded when he moves even further away,


    his eyes on me mistrusting. I can sense his apprehension, and it cuts deep, like he''s rejecting me all


    over again.


    "What the hell was that?!?!" Juan Santo bursts in the open space of the front door of the pack house,


    surrounded by his entourage of men, all dragging on nkets to conceal their nudity and looking utterly


    feral. All casting an usatory eye, first at those who havee out into the hallway to see what''s


    going on, dazed, and confused, to join those picking themselves out of the mess, but then his eyes


    scan up to where we are and locks a hateful re right on me.


    I can almost taste his despise of me and the pointed way his eyes flicker to Colton in an ''why is she


    here?'' furious balk.


    "I think that was Alora. I mean… it was, Alora." Colton sounds sheepish, and even through all this


    chaos going off inside of me, I can feel he''s afraid toe near me. There''s genuine confusion, fear,


    inside of him and he''s keeping his distance by several feet now. Bonded or not, right now, he is scared


    of me. He doesn''t understand what I just did any more than I do.


    "It couldn''t have been. She can''t have the power to inflict that kind of pain in the link state…. Or break


    everything as far as the eye can see. No wolf can." A voice in the crowd echoes my way and I''m aware


    every set of eyes locked on me now and shrink down into a huddled heap of shame. Heat rising to my


    face as I attempt to turn invisible.


    I immediately think of Carmen''s gift, wondering if maybe it''s coincidental, and this was her, from


    somewhere else in the house, going catatonic in her own misery, but I know it can''t be. She can smash


    ss only in the near vicinity when she sustains a scream at highest pitch for long seconds. It hurts our


    hearing, not our mental link, and she''s never demolished everything around her the way I just did. Nor


    immobilized the entire pack with one pulsating psychic yell.


    "Alora can." Colton''s voice drops in the air around us like a heavy thud, and the deathly silence, wave


    of shock, fear, and utter confusion, his response is met with, sends the fear of god right to the pit of my


    soul.