The Alpha's Betrayed Mate

Chapter 2

Emery’s POV

I race back to the Redmoon Pack, dejected, but I need to speak to my Father. I don’t understand why he would do that to innocent people, to young girls, to his late Wife’s Family, my Mother’s f*****g clan.

I bang my hand on the door. I used to live here, but Mom died, and he re-married. He got married to Melissa, the woman who has hated me from the onset. When Mom died, I found out he has been having an affair with Melissa for years. They had Celeste few years after I was born.

Melissa moved in immediately after Mom died. Sometimes, I can't help but wonder if she killed Mom.

The door swings open as Melissa’s cold, unfeeling gaze meets mine.

“Yes, how can I help you?” she asks, her voice sharp, cutting through my incessant knocking like a knife.

“I need to see my Father.” I reply sharply and she looks away, avoiding my eyes.

“He is not home,” she says, her tone dismissive. I arch my eyebrow, knowing she’s not telling the truth.

“I need to see him, it won’t take thirty minutes,” I reiterate, on the verge of begging.

I need to know what happened, I need to know why they all did that to me, why they killed everyone I held dear, why they removed the rug from under me. That is cruelty, and I deserve an explanation.

“He is not home.” She repeats, calmly, not fazed.

“Why?” I ask, and she looks at me.

“Excuse me?”

“Why me? Why break me? My Mother is dead, you already have my Father. Your w***e of a daughter should just have asked, rather than steal my life. You could have killed me, you could have hurt me, me, not them, they did nothing, they were innocent, perfect, and you killed them all.”

“You are a freak, they were bunch of freaks, they had to be eradicated, we did the world a favor, and don’t worry, dear, you will get your wish soon.” She smiles, closes the door, and leaves me standing there, wondering how fast my life has tilted off its axis.

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I walk past the field, wondering why it is this empty on a sunny afternoon, but that is the last thing on my mind, because Sebastian and Celeste are currently sitting in the Pack, like they’ve been waiting for me.

I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat, seeing Celeste and Sebastian together, in each other’s embrace, that should be me, I should be the Luna. I should be this, considering I helped Sebastian be the Alpha, I did everything, and they left me in the dust.

“Sebastian, we need to talk.” I say, when I’m standing beside them. He looks at me, reluctantly, and says

“Speak.”

“You killed them.” I choke on the sob tearing out of me.

“Yes.” He says, and I stagger in pain and shock. To hear him openly admit that he killed my family is shocking.

“Why?” I ask tearfully, and he says nothing, just kisses Celeste, making me sick. I want to turn back, but this is something I must do.

“Let’s talk privately.” I add, and Celeste looks up. It is hard to believe she is my sister, with the hatred in her eyes.

“Speak, girl. He is my husband, and I, his wife; so speak.” She sharply retorts, and all part of me turns to ice. They got married; within the hours I was at the Coven and here, they got married.

“Shocked?” Celeste mocks, and I bite down my lips to keep my emotions at bay. Everything seems real now. For a second, I have been stuck in denial, thinking this is a dream, a nightmare I would wake from. But this is real. Raven is dead, everyone is dead, Celeste and Sebastian got married.

“No.” I lie.

“Since you insist, I deserve an explanation. It is the least I deserve, given what you did, amongst others.”

“We erased your Witches because of the stench you carry.” Celeste says, and I frown.

“They had to die. How could you think we will let Witches be in this Pack, having the upper hand in everything we do?” Sebastian asks rhetorically.

“You killed them because you are scared. You are scared they would end you. They could, and you were scared,” I manage to choke out, my voice breaking as tears spill down my face.

“Does that mean you are scared of me?”

“Reach for your powers, Witch,” Celeste snaps back at me, her voice sharp as she gets up.

I reach, but I can’t. They’ve blocked it, blocked everything. I don’t see the first punch coming, neither do I see the rope she ties around my neck before she does.

I gasp as it dawns on me, they are going to kill me.

“You’re the last Witch, we eradicate you and this Pack will be truly ours. Nothing will stand in the way.” Sebastian declares from where he sits.

“No!” I cry out, clawing at my throat, but Celeste tightens it.

She hits my head from the back, and my vision blurs. I scream as she hits me repeatedly, my blood flowing. She pulls me forward, and runs a knife deeply through my face; she does this laughing.

“There goes your pretty face.”

She stabs me in the stomach, dragging it upward, taking a pound of flesh literally and making me scream. But the scream dies down as she stabs me in the tongue with the knife, making me choke on my blood.

I fall to the ground, whimpering, bleeding, bloody, in agony and pain. Did my Mom suffer like this? Did my girls? I place my hand on the floor and swear, vengeance is mine. I will avenge all the fallen.

“Here lies the great Emery Spencer,” Celeste taunts, her voice dripping with mockery. “Her magic has failed her, everyone she loves is dead, and no one cares about her. Death eagerly awaits to claim her.”

As she finishes, the knife slices across my throat.

I lay there, silently dying, in pain.