âIâm sure Nightwake has a Luna. Iâm also quite sure sheâs standing right there, marked, mated and heavily swollen with her mateâs pup.â
My eyes slide to Hestia who immediately steps back, turning from me. I then look to my father, âAnd what was that? You demand me to come back? You demand me? You?â
A bitter laugh leaves me, âNow thatâs the funniest thing Iâve heard all year.â
Benicio clenches his jaw tight, pulling free from Sophie and Hestiaâs hold. He struggles for a moment to get a grip on his footing but once he does, he didnât waste anytime before glaring at me.
âYou have to come back. Youâre Alpha Landonâs true mate. No matter how you look at it, you belong to Nightwake. Besidesâ
He smirks, walking to the table and picking up a manila envelop. He doesnât let his eyes stray from me and I could see the depth of darkness in those blue eyes I hated. The blue eyes that linked him and I.
He pulls out a piece of paper and I instantly know what it was.
â-you signed a form. The form that stated you were on temporary transfer to Duskfall. The form that ties you back to us.â
The transfer form Iâd forcibly signed stares back at me. My father lifts it up high enough for all to see, the Alphas and wolves from Nightwake staring up at it in pure astonishment. Raizelâs hand tightened again and I knew he was close to losing it once more. It was silent, everyone rendered speechless at the spectacle.
My fatherâs face morphed into smugness, the feeling slowly starting to seep into the minds of Nightwake wolves. I could feel their growing confidence, my wolf growing agitated beside them. The smiles beginning to curl on their faces sicken me. They felt as if they were entitled.
As if they had leverage against me.
Fools.
They truly think I havenât thought of this before?
I scoff shaking my head. My reaction visibly confuses everyone, more so when I prop my elbow against the table and lean forward to rest my chin on the heel of my palm.
âOh, Dixon. You think that means something? Youâve got me all sorts of twisted.â
His eyebrows scrunch together as a confused frown tugs the smile on his face down. The sheet in his hand lowered as I push away from the table to stand up. I stand tall, walking toward him and relishing in the way he seems to move back. The darting of his eyes between me and the others a delicious sense of satisfaction to my wolf and I.
I stop short in front of him, staring him straight in the eyes and ignoring Hestia and my mother who stood beside him. I glance down at the sheet, taking it from his hand with no resistance from him and glares, âThe woman you had forced via Alpha command to sign this was Selene Dixon.â
I traced the curves of the letters of what was once my last name with my fingers, âThe same woman youâd registered dead in your records.â
I looked around the room, catching Noah and Isaacâs mirroring smirks in my direction.
âI donât see Selene Dixon. Do any of you?â
1 look around the room, tilting my head to the side and was met with silence. Smiling, I lace my fingers together and look back at him.
âSelene Dixon died four years ago due to a tragic, tragic rogue attack. Her body was never found.
Some say she was dismembered and tossed into the river like Alpha-Thompson and his Luna. After all, thatâs what the records say.â
My fatherâs eyes flashed for a second, and I felt the rage pour into my veins at the reminder of Duskfallâs fate. But I rein it in and kept the smile on my face.
âIâm none other than Selene Crestfield. Daughter of Meredith Crestfield. Mate of Raizel Locksworth and of courseâ
I took the paper in hand, pulling it down in half as the satisfying tear ripped into the silence.
âThe Alpha of Greyhound.â
Benicio stumbles back, jaw aslack. Heâs calculating the situation in his mind. His eyes look distant- for a moment as he racks his brain to come up with something else to use against me. Clearly he didnât think I was going to say anything. As if I would allow myself to be bullied like this. Did he think I would submissively listen to his stupi dity with my tail tucked between my legs?
âIâm not Selene Dixon, so stop looking for her in me. You wonât find a trace of her. Itâd do you good in remembering that.â
With one last glance, I step back, turning from him to walk back to my mate whose eyes shone bright with pride and affection. I felt myself straighten up, allowing my wolf and I this moment of pure, utter satisfaction.
âThis is outrageous!â
Benicioâs shout stopped me in my step and I turn over my shoulder to look at him. Heâs breathing hard and heavy, eyes dark with swirling resentment. Fur began to prickle his skin and suddenly I could feel everyone getting ready to restrain a possibly shifting Beta.