Chapter 97
**Damien's POV**
It had been the feeling of a bone-deep chill that had woken me. I hadn't been able to figure out, at first, why I had been feeling so cold, the room was actually warm. Then Alora started to shake against me. I'd sat up to look down at her, her entire body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, she was shaking, and her skin was cold to the touch.
This had worried me, 'How could she have been so cold?' I’d wondered. Worried I had tried to wake her...but when I put my hands on her arms...I was dragged into her nightmare...no...no not just a nightmare...it was a memory.
The memory was a blood and pain-filled horror show. I watched....helpless...as my mate...drenched in blood...covered in filth...and chained to a post...was beaten...sliced up...and stabbed...over and over again....by Sarah.
Pulling myself out of the nightmare. I grabbed Alora and shook her, calling her name, and begging her to wake up. Becoming more and more distressed when she didn't...then she started to scream in agony...long drawn out pain-filled screams. My heart felt like it was squeezed in a vice, I couldn't help the tears falling down my face.
Zane was going wild inside me, whining and whimpering saying "Wake her, wake our mate up!" over and over. I was begging her and I shook her a bit more, trying not to shake her too hard and hurt her.
I was getting desperate and about to call for my mother and father when she finally woke up. The relief I had felt had left me weak, but I had done my best to hold it together because my mate needed me, and I would be there for her no matter what.
Hearing her apologize for my distress was heartbreaking, it wasn't her fault. No...no the fault was Sarah's. My fury was a living and breathing thing now, I could feel the ground let out a small nearly indiscernible shake. I breathed through it, but it wasn't going to go away this time.
Hearing about it had been a very different thing from actually seeing it...and being unable to prevent it. My mate has suffered so much, that I was going to make it my mission to make sure she experiences centuries of happiness from here on out.
When my mate demanded I kiss her, I couldn't hold back. I needed to love her, to feel that she was all right and whole after that nightmare. She had been covered in so much blood...and her pain. The kiss had turned into passionate lovemaking after that, and we both needed it.
I had held her close to me for a while after that. Zane had calmed down after I had made love to our mate. Feeling that she was now satisfied and happy once more. We were not able to linger in bed for long, we had a big day ahead.
After a shower, instead of blow drying our hair, it was just towel dried and brushed, our hair would air dry during breakfast left down. Now more than ever I wanted to make sure Alora had a good day. Maybe I should have Mom take all the girls out shopping for today. A girl's day out, besides, I needed to spend time with my dad, Master Brock, and Xander.
I needed to let out some of this fury I was feeling before the banquet. When I suggested the girl's day out at the shops and salons to my mother she was delighted, the other girls excited to, and Alora was equal parts apprehensive and excited about it.
With a hug and a kiss for my mate, we sent all seven females off in my mother's new Honda Pilot. After they were gone my dad came and stood next to me. "What is it son?" he asks me, already knowing something was wrong with me.
But still..."What makes you think something is wrong?" I asked...couldn't make it too easy on him now, could I?
My dad growled at me, making me smirk a bit "I know when something is bothering my pup boy." he said, his voice a growl.
I smile at his irritation for a moment then it falls off my face. "Alora had a nightmare, a memory, about one of the times she was locked in those people's basement," I tell him, my voice rough with emotion.
My father looks grim "What happened?" he asks me.
"I got pulled into it...Sarah was carving her up." My voice a growl, the ground trembles a little, I breath through my fury, trying to keep calm.
My father looks at me with understanding, anger in his own gaze. "Let's go to the training arena." he says.
He turns and looks at all the males left behind by their mates while they had a girl's day out. "Let's all go to the training arena." he says.
Master Brock is looking at me, a serious look on his face. "I need you to tell me everything you saw in that nightmare." he says.
Alora meant a great deal to Master Brock, and to my father as well, my father nods his head, needing to know as well, so does Darien, he'd been Alora's best friend for almost ten years now. Her Beta, Gamma, and Enforcers look serious as well.
I nod at them all, "Okay, I'll tell you, but let's get to the training arena first." we would all need the physical activity after.
We get out to the training arena, and I tell them everything in the nightmare. They all listen and are all angered and horrified that a fellow Pack member would be that sick and we not know it. Sarah and her parents needed to be dealt with.
I didn't tell Darien that the episode was because he had cornered Sarah that day, trying to get information on where Alora was when she didn't show up for school on her third day in a row. I didn't know how he would take that, but a wolf that sick in the head didn't need a logical reason to carve someone up, and Alora had been very convenient.
Needing to burn it off, I go up against my father and Master Brock, needing the hard training session against these two fierce fighters, so I would be able to make it through the banquet, without ripping those people to pieces. Father had invited them for one thing. To show them how far from their reach Alora now is, and to emphasize how much trouble they and their Clans are in.
We take a break for showers and lunch, our females still out, all of us getting texts and updates about how they were doing, and that they were all definitely having fun on their girl's day out.
I was sent a picture of Alora smiling and laughing freely and unrestrained by my Gamma Beatrice. Her message was "Your mate is glowing now Alpha, we will keep her safe and happy till we return her to you."
I smile and save the picture, setting it as my lock screen. She was sitting on a window bench of a dress shop, the sun shining on her as her eyes sparkled with joy, and her smile was wide and bright. She was glowing, and I loved it. She had definitely needed this day.
I sent Beatrice a message that said "Thank you for Alora's picture."
Then I send a message to Alora. "I love you my Starlight." not able to resist telling her the feelings overflowing inside my heart.
The girls would be out for at least a few more hours, they had eaten out at a restaurant for their lunch, Alora having sent me a picture of her food when I asked if she was getting enough to eat. Making sure my mate ate well may seem like a small thing, but to a wolf, a well-fed mate, meant a well-provided for a mate.
It was a male's pride and duty to make sure his mate and pups were all well-fed and healthy. That they had a pest-free dwelling, and that they had decent clothes to wear, they didn't have to be expensive, just in decent condition. Being wealthy had its perks, but money wasn't everything to Werewolves, their family was. That's why Alora being abused as she was, was so horrifying to all of us.
The doorbell to the house rang, I looked at the clock, it was only three in the afternoon, the banquet wasn't until nine tonight, and our females wouldn't be back till around five or six. Rick, my father's Gamma, brought in a very aristocratic-looking couple. The man was six foot eight, lean and broad with solid muscle, his posture straight as an arrow. He has waist-length long white hair. His eyes were white with red rims.
The female at his side was only a little taller than Alora, maybe five-ten or five-eleven. She had hip-length golden blond hair, a soft golden peach skin color, and her eyes were gold, rimmed in silver.
The male was a very powerful Vampire, the female a powerful Witch, this was a couple you didn't fuck with, or you would regret finding yourself on the wrong side of their wrath.
It only took me a few moments to realize who I was looking at, and with a fervent hope I didn't wind up on their bad side, I went to greet my mate's father and stepmother.
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