Revenge of The Blood Moon Alpha

EPISODE 07-Saturday Routine

Mercury POV

Standing there, panting and out of breath behind the locked attic door. A palm to my chest totally focused on bringing my erratic heart rate to a stable pace.

Flashes of imagery of Alvin's hands on my body and his seductive lips on my skin replayed in my thoughts like a record player stuck in a loop, leaving trails of a burning need in their wake.

My racing heart has slowed a little, but the pictures haven't stopped. All I could see when I closed my eyes were his lips on mine and his hands wandering my body like an architect looking for hidden gems.

Meanwhile, I'm driving myself insane from being so close to him, kissing him, and having him bury his face in my neck while inhaling my scent. Serena was fawning like a giddy puppy, adoring our mate's caresses.

You should not have attempted to flee from our mate. He wanted us!

What are you talking about?! You expected me to stand there and let him touch me like that when he was the one who rejected us?! Serena, be honest with yourself. I responded with a yell.

I couldn't believe what she said. After he rejected us and scorned us for being an omega, she expected me to do what? Roll over and give him what he wants?

Nope.

That is not going to happen...

‘Besides, isn’t she the one who stated recently that he doesn’t want us? And now she’s all shipping us?’

Serena rolled her eyes defiantly and retreated to the recesses of my mind, cutting off the mind-link. She was being a thorn in my side. Still hopeful that Alvin will reconsider his decision and accept us as his mate.

That, in my opinion, is not going to happen anytime soon.

My body was exhausted from the consequences of my hunger and darting from the kitchen. It was bad enough that the day was lengthy, but now the night was even more perplexing.

I pushed off the door and walked straight to my bed, where I dropped my tired body. I felt a wave of unease go over me. “Why would he do such a thing when it was evident that he didn't want me?”

I lied down on my back, replaying our little exchange. He had remarked something about my purity enticing him. Does my innocence beckon him? What does that even mean?!”

I turned on my left side, sighing loudly, and stared out the broken window at the evanescent dazzling glow of the moon, luring me in.

I couldn't put into words how I felt as I stared at the beautiful pearl. It had a mesmerizing quality to it. A gravitational pull. “What the hell is going on here?!”

I eventually averted my gaze, only to return to it again. My body tightened as I became aware that I was being watched. But how could that happen? I understand that the Moon Goddess looks over all of her children, but what is this inexplicable attraction to the moon?

The fact that it wasn't dangerous astonished me. It reminded me of the first time I met Serena. Being in the field with her brought me peace. That was my current state of mind.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to the darkness, falling into a deep sleep, with that to help ease my troubling thoughts.

***

Like a freight train, Saturday whizzed by. Sucking up all of my vitality. The Blood Moon pack's responsibilities were far from simple. They're actually extremely boring. Laundry for all family members, dinner preparation, bed sheet changes, and room cleaning. It was stressful, to say the least.

I didn't care, but I couldn't tell if Alvin was still on the premises or had already left. What's more, why should I give a damn if I don't care?

He's our mate, after all!

No, he didn't accept us. The sooner you accept it, Serena, the faster we can move on with our lives. No one wants us. Not our mate. Not my father. No one!

Perhaps he won't push us away if you stop rejecting him!

What if I tell you, Serena, that I'm going to reject you? That way, you won't have to bother me anymore about giving in to someone who only wants my body. What do you think? Huh?!

Nothing. There were no more clever retorts or remarks. “Good!”

Whether I give in to him or not, we'll never be mated unless he claims me as his mate, and Serena must accept that. Rather than continually telling me what I'm doing wrong when it comes to Alvin. Perhaps she should begin answering questions.

I don't have anything to say to you.

I can understand why she was upset. As I was upset too.

I went to the second level of the house after finishing my chores to begin working on the rooms. Jonas', my two years old baby brother, was the first room I entered. His stuffed tiger was clutched to his chest as he slept in his cradle. A white cotton blanket with gold calligraphy initials JG embossed in the left corner wrapped his small fingers and toes.

I haven't seen him in a long time. Especially because my father forbade me from entering his room at any time. Despite this, I couldn't stay away. I always sneak into his room when I have to clean the second level. Then sneak back out, hoping not to be discovered.

Jonas stirred in his crib, flailing his tiny hands in the air. I couldn't pick him up or rock him back to sleep, no matter how much I wanted to. If I did, I'm sure someone would notice.

So I caressed his stomach and hummed the lullaby our mother used to sing to me when I couldn't sleep. I wasn’t as talented as my mother was, but he settled down and fell right back to sleep, just like it had worked for me.

It was finally time to go. I'd stayed a little longer than I'd planned.

I left Jonas' room on my tiptoes and walked into the room next to his. Daria’s chamber. Her room was decorated in pinks and whites, as opposed to my existing digs. As if it were a princess's abode.

The solitary Victorian-styled window was covered in pink frilly drapes, obstructing the light from entering the room. A bench with a variety of stuffed animals was located directly beneath the window. There are a few small ones and a few larger ones.

A pink and white princess bed was in the room's center. White and pink bedding, as well as four pillows, strewn about on top. On each side of the bed are two nightstands, one with a lamp and the other with a picture frame.

The only source of light was a slit between the drapes at the window, the dim light hardly allowing me to see anything. I crawled closer, trying not to vomit from the stench of sweat and soiled linen.

I could see a twisted ball of blankets on the floor beside the bed but couldn't bring myself to touch it. 'Please don't be something to scare me!' I listened for sounds of movement with my ears strained.

“How did you get in my room?” From behind me, a voice yelled. I quickly drew my finger away from the blankets and turned to face the door, my heart in my throat from her sudden outburst.

“Why are you in my room?” repeated Daria. She drew her arms across her chest and gazed at me, her eyes filled with venom. “Leave!”

As I stepped closer to where Daria stood at the room's entrance, she framed her face with disdain. She had her cell phone and earphones in one hand, whereas clutching a white cotton towel in the other.

‘She's most likely be going to the lake with her friends.’

The lake. I haven’t been there in over two years. Not since the death of my mother.

I took a step forward and turned to face Daria. She shifted her gaze to the opposite side, fanning her nose as if she detected a foul odor. “I told you to leave!”

My eyes welled up with tears, and I dashed from her chamber to the attic. Naturally, I could understand everyone's animosity toward me, but neither she nor my father's. Technically, it was rogues who killed my mum, not me. So, why are they so hostile toward me?

I wiped at my face sternly, wiping away the tears. They weren't worth the tears I shed. Even though they are the only family I have left, I couldn't help but feel alienated.

What makes them think I'm responsible for my mother's death? I wasn't the one who informed the rogues of our whereabouts. Maybe if I wasn’t so busy having fun, they would have killed me instead of her.

That way, I wouldn't have to cope with everyone's hostility. I can't bring myself to hate them, though. I loved them more than they could possibly imagine, to be honest.

“Why, mom? Why did you abandon me?” I began sobbing once more. As my body shook violently, my heart contracted with pain. “Mom, I need you, please! Come back to me!”