Alpha’s Rancor: His Forsaken Luna

Chapter 8

“Everything?” I raise an eyebrow. “Your father was the one who took everything from me, he was the one who orchestrated my parents' death so he could take over, he planned to kill us all.”

“Stop it,” she snaps, rising to her feet. “My father would never do any of those things,” she cries out. “Why is everyone lying? He’s a good man, he doesn’t feed off power.”

I nod. I too viewed Beta Ronan this way, I saw him through tose colored glasses, but after seeing the evidence, those glasses were off and burned. “That was what I thought too, but it was an act.”

“My father is innocent,” She sniffs, blinking the tears away, but they can’t seem to stop flowing. She seems to be using up her seventy per cent body water.

“Innocent?” I frown, ignoring her tears. “All the evidence points to him.”

Raelynn swallows, her chest heaving. “He is innocent.” She confidently and blindly repeats.

“Your father is a murderer,” I tell her. “Just like you, he is a scrupulous bastard who...”

“No,” she shakes her head. “No! No! Noo!” She screams, hands flying to her hair, tugging at the strands as she paces in an unstable circular motion. “My dad is innocent, my dad is a good man.” She says, stopping and then banging her head against the wall. Hard and fast.

My eyes widen. The act is so sudden that it takes me a second before the action fully registers, and even then, I’m frozen in place.

’Stop her,’ Frost growls. ’She’s hurting herself.’

“My dad didn’t do anything,” she cries out, banging her head against the wall again and again.

“What are you doing?” I ask, pulling her away from the wall.

She jerks away like my touch burned her, banging her head against the wall again, harder this time. “You’re going to bust your head open,” I tell her, blocking the wall with my hand. “Raelynn.”

“Let me,” she hiccups, slapping and punching my hand so I can move it. “Let me do it before you get the chance.”

“I’m not going to kill you,” I swallow.

She pulls away from the wall, “You already have!” She screams at me, the words stinging more than they should. “You killed my father, you took all I had, you hurt him...” Her voice breaks.

I pause, “Did you expect me to buy him a drink and applaud him?”

“My dad is dead,” her eyes widen, as if the news is only now being delivered to her. She starts to breathe heavily, hands pulling at her hair again. “My dad can’t be dead, we have so many plans,” she says. “Where’s my phone? He-he-he’s supposed to tell me goodnight!”

“Raelynn,” I warn.

“I want my dad,” she cries out, falling to her knees, ripping her hair from her scalp. She’s actively hurting herself, and she doesn’t seem to feel it.

“Raelynn,” I repeat, my voice falling on deaf ears.

“I never got to say goodbye,” she gasps. “I never got to hear him laugh one last time,” she says, her voice strangled like she’s running out of air. “I love his laugh, I want...I want my dad.”

I kneel beside her, freeing her hair, and she fights me. She kicks and screams, but I restrain her, holding her against my chest. “Shh.”

“Dad!” She screams. “Da-aaad..” She sobs, loud and heavy. No one on this side of the house is getting any sleep tonight, not unless she stops this nonsense and acts her age.

I hold her until she stops fighting me, her breaths still laboured, but her cries grow quieter, only then do I let go. “That’s enough crying.”

“You killed him,” she blinks, staring up at me with disappointment. It hits hard in a way it shouldn’t, like it means something. “My dad is innocent, I promise he is innocent.”

“He is not,” I argue. I would never harm an innocent man. Ronan Penrose was guilty of all his crimes. “I have proof,” I tell her. “Do you want to see it?”

“No,” she snaps. “My dad is innocent, you framed him.”

“Me?” I almost laugh.

“You did this to take revenge against me.” She snarls, scooting back on her ass, away from me. Disgust evident on her face, like she didn’t spend ten minutes crying in my arms.

Now I really laugh, “I haven’t spared you a rat's ass in years.” I tell her, “I can easily forget you exist down here, and I did.” I sigh. “Until you started crying like a woman gone mad.”

“My father is innocent, Killian.” She says, her voice soft and broken, enough to bring a man to his knees. I hate that, the way she says my name so soft and pure, rubs me the wrong way.

“Alpha Killian,” I correct her. “I am not your friend, or acquaintance, you will address as Alpha Killian, do you hear me?”

“Fine,” she swallows. “Alpha Killian,” she says through gritted teeth. “You made a mistake.”

“Did I?”

She nods, sniffing. “And you’ll regret it, whoever you are looking for is still out there, and you punished my father,” she says, the tears coming once again. Seriously. How many tears can one have? “He thought of you as a son, and you...you hurt him, you ended his life in such a cruel way! I hate you.” She shakes her head, barely able to see me through her tears, so she keeps blinking. “It’s good I wasn’t looking for your love,” she growls. “You are a monster.”

“Good,” I smile. “You finally got head out the stars.”

“You will regret this, Killian,” she confidently says, a glimpse of her determined, bubbly younger self flashing through my mind. “Mark my words.”

“Go to bed,” I nod towards the bed. “You’re disturbing the rest of the house, so if you plan on crying some more, I suggest that you be considerate and do it in some silence of some sort.”