True Alpha

No Arson

I sat on a chair in the library that Deacon had cleared out. He was pacing and Kyra sat on the table behind him.

“How do you know my uncle?” He asked, slowly.

I looked at Kyra and I felt scared that once he knew, he would reject me. He would look at me like the freak that I was. Kyra gave me a small smile and nodded, telling me that it was okay. I sighed.

“Uh, well.. he kind of raised me.” I said, in barely a whisper.

“Dylan doesn’t have kids,” Deacon said, questioning.

“I don’t think I’m his child. I just said he kind of raised me.” I said again.

“Liah, I am really not in the mood for games. Just tell me the truth.” Deacon growled. I flinched and he took a deep breath. “Please. I want to know. I want to be able to protect you.”

“I was born in his lab. Well born isn’t the right word.” I said, trying to think about how to tell them. “I was incubated there. I was awakened at 7.”

“Awakened? Like you have only been alive for 10 years?” Kyra asked, her jaw dropped.

“My first memory is waking up in a lab. Dylan and some other doctors told me that I was the only successful one. They spent years studying me. I was about 9 when the experiments started.” I felt the tears form in my throat. I tried to swallow them back, but one slipped, “I don’t remember what happened because it got so bad that my wolf took control for 5 years. When I woke up, I was in my room, strapped to the table and they told me that they needed me to heal before doing anything else. For a year, they only drew blood 3 days a week and then this past year I finally got them to agree to give me freedom. School.” I looked around the room.

Deacon stopped pacing and stared at me, fists in balls so tight his knuckles were white, his eyes black. Kyra was looking at me sympathetically, a tear rolling down her face. She jumped off the table and pulled me into a hug. It was a couple of seconds before I felt Deacon pull me from her and pull me into him. He buried his face in my hair and inhaled deeply. He held me tightly, giving my body all the sparks and tingles. My tears falling freely, a sob escaping.

“No one will ever touch you again.” He said before running out of the library.

Kyra and I looked at each other and then ran after him. He was halfway to the parking lot, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

“Deacon, what are you doing?” Kyra asked.

“I’m going to rip his throat out. Then burn the whole place to the ground. They will never lay a hand on her again.” Kyra moved in front of him, “Kyra, move.” He growled.

“No, you know Dad will kill you if you do that.” She followed his steps as he was trying to maneuver his way around her.

“I don’t care. Now move.” He made it to his car and had his keys in his hand. Kyra was once again in front of him. Between him and the front door to his car.

“No.” She planted her feet and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Deacon, please?” I pleaded with him. I put my hand on his arm and tried to get him to look at me.

He turned around, eyes back to normal. He looked defeated. He looked broken. A single tear rolled down his cheek and I wiped it away. I pulled him into a hug and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“He hurt you, Liah. He hurt you so badly that you don’t even remember it. Do you know how much pain you must have been in for your wolf to take control like that? For years. My father allowed him to do this, not just to you but to the Goddess knows how many others. He just let this happen. He could have stopped it. He should have stopped it.” He said, stiffly.

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to forgive his father either. He could have stopped it. He was Alpha. Why was he letting this happen to me? Why me? Did he know who my parents were? Were they dead? I had always wondered about my parents, but I had stopped asking years ago.

Kyra finally said something, “We need to talk to Dad, Deacon. We don’t know the whole story. If it was 10 years ago, Dad might have tried to stop him. You know Dad banished him 10 years ago. Once he was banished, Dad had no control over what he did. Dylan could have lied about it.”

“She’s right. I was never taken out of the lab.” I said, lowly.

Deacon growled.

“Let’s go.” Kyra said, grabbing the keys, earning another growl, “Oh shut up. I don’t trust you enough to drive right now. I don’t want to be an accessory to murder or arson.”

Deacon sighed and opened the door to the car for me, helping me inside before settling in next to me. He pulled me as close as possible, burying his face in my hair, breathing in deeply.

I remembered that we left in the middle of class. “Guys what about school?!” I squeaked.

They both laughed and Kyra spoke, “Don’t worry. Jackson knows what’s going on.”

“Jackson?” I asked.

“Yes, Jackson. My mate. The teacher.” Kyra answered dreamily.

“You’re mated to a teacher? Isn’t that illegal or something?” I gaped.

“Well, yes and no. He’s a teacher but I’m 18. Also, he isn’t actually our teacher, he was just subbing for the day.”

“How old is he?” I wondered.

“He’s 21.” I heard the smile in her voice. She was proud of her mate.

I nod. He looked older, but as long as I didn’t get into trouble, I didn’t really care.

We pulled onto a road and the big gates opened immediately. We kept driving down a long drive and stopped at the biggest house I had ever seen.

“Welcome to the Blue Harvest pack.” Deacon whispered in my ear.