Sold to the Alpha With Silver Eyes - Chapter 64: Chapter 64

The air around us is thick with tension, my wolf wanting something physical but my mind realizing I don’t have the hatred in me to hurt him any more than I already have. I clear my throat, gently extracting myself from his embrace, as I walk over to grab a cup of water. It would be smart for me to just leave, but when I turn to look at him, I still feel comfortable.
“So, uh, how mad was your uncle when you told him you were leaving?” I ask, playing with the cup still in my hand, leaning back against the table. He smirks and shakes his head in disbelief.
“I would assume he isn’t as upset as he will make it seem to the pack.” Dev shrugs. “As it turns out, he isn’t as honest as he would have me believe.”
I nod, frowning as I try to see how much it is weighing on him. Leoni filled me in on the more important details that led to him being here. To say it is all a shock would be an understatement. It’s probably why I find it so much easier to be around him after everything. Nothing is what it seems in the kingdom or even out here with my parents.
“Leoni filled me in a little bit.” I admit, and he shoots me a sad smile. “Are you okay?”
“As long as you are safe and happy, I am okay.” He says with conviction and I roll my eyes, groaning.
“Can you not say that, please?” I beg him with a lopsided frown. “You have a life of your own Dev, one far more important than mine.”
He chuckles.
“I have nothing, anymore. If I am honest, it feels nice to not have to worry about what needs to be done, who should be hunted and forcing myself into a relationship with someone I have only ever seen as a close friend.” He tries to look sincere, but there has always been a part of him he could never hide from me, even through his lies.
“It only feels good for a little bit,” I sigh. “Then it feels lonely.”
He stands, pushing his hands into his pockets as he moves closer, but then leans against the wall, watching me with his perceptive eyes.
“Are you lonely here?” He asks, then hitches his chin to the door. “Even after finding your family alive and thriving?”
I can’t help but snort to myself, looking through the bottom of the cup before I put it behind me on the table and look up at the ceiling.
“Is it weird I have felt more lonely here with them than I have in the last two years I thought they were dead?” I ask, and he furrows his brow in thought.
“Is it just because it’s new, or maybe because you just feel left out of what is happening around you?” He asks and I find it cute that he is actively trying to help me solve this useless dilemma. But it keeps me here with him longer, talking about it. So I oblige him with more information, finding it so easy to share.
“There is so much more to it than that.” I laugh to myself and shake my head. “Oh, Dev. If you only knew how fucked up things are here.”
He pushes off the wall and shrugs, walking closer to me.
“If you want to vent, I can just listen and not provide input unless you want it.” He offers, and it’s all it takes for me to open myself up to him completely.
“My dad is the one who left me for dead, well, kind of. Oh, and on top of that, he lined up, having me go with Jerome and Patrice as their maid.”
His eyes go wide and I give him a knowing smirk. “Yeah, the assholes who abused me and forced me to fight for the pack alone when we were attacked, which led to me being sold in the stupid breeder’s auction.”
“He just…left you with them?” He asks, confused, his brows in a permanent state of trying to process what I’m saying. I nod, then exhale heavily.
“Oh, of course, they were trusted friends. Why would they lie about how they are treating his daughter?” I shrug.
“Wait, why the hell wouldn’t they just…take you with them? Or come for you later, at least come to see you or check on you?” He is baffled, like me, as I nod in agreement, only hyping myself up even more.
“Right? Like why leave me? Why the hell did no one come to see or visit me?” I snort, pacing around the room. Then I pause and whip around to look at him. “You want to know the best part? They kept it all from Travis too, because they knew he would come find me.”
“Why did they want you back now?” He asks, his hand slipping out from his pocket as he paces with me, thinking out loud.
“I was living with the enemy.” I whisper, wagging my eyebrows. “For some reason they didn’t like that I was staying with you even knowing they want to follow your father’s rules and not your uncles.”
“Maybe they are planning an attack soon and couldn’t risk having you there?” He offers and I will admit the thought had run through my mind.
“I think it is more that Travis found out about me and came to see me.” I tell him. “He is the one who was always playing around in the valley across the borderline.”
“I thought he was too young to have a wolf?” He asks, and I smirk at him, biting my lips in excitement. My chest swells with pride over my little brother’s unheard of accomplishment.
“He is, and yet he has one.” I say, and he grins in astonishment.
“That is awesome,” he says, and it seems genuine. “It is not entirely unheard of, but incredibly rare and usually connected to an intense emotional response.”
“I didn’t know all that.” I admit, and he smiles.
“Well, I did a lot of reading in the library to keep away from someone, so I came across a lot of random things.” He shrugs, moving back over to the bed before he sits and pulls his legs up, rubbing his one thigh that makes me tilt my head.
“Did they hurt you when they used their herbs?” I ask, walking over to him and he looks up at me, confused, before he looks down and sees he is rubbing his leg. Dev yanks his hand away and shakes his head.
“No, just had a run in with someone in the woods before Leoni found me,” He admits. It is obvious he is glazing over the important bits of the story and I narrow my eyes at him, moving to the other side of the bed and sitting at the edge, my back against the wall.
“Was it a rogue?” I ask. He smiles softly.
“No, someone from the pack.” He admits and I chew the inside of my cheek.
“Tell me more…” I say, and he nods, heaving a sigh.
“It was Nate.” Dev says and I rear back in shock.
“Like playboy, daddy’s little prince, Nate? Or is there another Nate I don’t know about?” I ask, and he laughs lightly.
“Nate isn’t quite what he comes off to be, which is, of course, all new to me.” He mutters, a hint of disappointment on his face before it washes away, and he looks right at me. “There are things happening in the pack that I am not aware of, bad things.”
My chest aches for him, watching the way he so obviously cares about the pack slips through his cracks in his facade. Dev has always wanted to be the king, follow in his father’s footsteps and yet he so easily dropped it all for me the moment I was in danger.
Then it clicks, the way I was ‘retrieved’. How if my family had shown up I would have left with them, no questions asked, no drama and no need for Dev to worry. But that wasn’t a part of the plan. This, like everything in the last two years, was calculated and planned out. Only this time, instead of leaving me behind again, they used me.
My fucking family used me again. I bolt up, rubbing my fingers at my hairline as my teeth strangle my bottom lip. They wanted me here; they needed me here so that Dev would follow, but they would only know he would follow if they knew how he truly cared for me. Which means he cares, not just care…he loves me.
Anger slips away to a warmth in my chest, but then it comes roaring back. I know who is high up in this little rebellion. Jasmine’s father was kind enough to share it with me that this is for his dead best friend. He just wants truth and peace. So would he lure Dev out like this? Why wouldn’t he just speak to him, or pull Jasmine into it and have her speak to him?
“Do you know who is running this so-called rebellion?” I ask, my eyes pinning Dev in place as his eyes grow wide.
“Of course not. As much as I hate to admit it, I have been blinded and used by my uncle and others in the kingdom.” He growls out, but his anger is inward and not directed at me. I can’t help but laugh sarcastically at the irony of the situation.
“This is rich,” I groan. “Both of us are such fools, and really shitty at communication.”
He smirks, nodding in agreement.
“Oblivious fools,” he whispers.
“What does Jasmine know about us?” I ask him and he looks away, clearing his throat.
“Everything. I was very forward with her that you are the only person I wanted and ever loved.”
“And she is part of the rebellion.” I whisper, pacing back and forth again.
“She is what?” He bites out, swinging his legs off the bed. Then he shoves his hands into his hair.
“How fucking crazy.” He mutters, “I can’t be with you because your family is part of the rebellion, yet I went and was going to do whatever I could to protect my kingdom by forcing a relationship with some actually IN the rebellion.”
I wince, hating how he phrases it all, but it doesn’t change the truth of it. Before I have a chance to speak again and alarm blares and voices scream in fear. There is no way they are responding to Dev being gone like this. No, this is an attack on the rebellion, one that hasn’t happened in this place ever, according to anyone you speak to.
I bust through the door, slamming into a body as I twist around, the safety rope hitting me hard in the upper gut as I groan and my feet lift, the ground far beneath me. Hands yank my ankles, shoving them down as my head whips back and I am yanked to a warm, muscular chest.
“Don’t fucking scare me like that ever again.” Dev hisses in my ear.
“I think that scared me more than you.” I rasp out and he chuckles.
“Unlikely.” he mutters, turning me to face him. “We need to find Leoni.”
I nod in agreement, taking his hand as I fight against the worried people rushing around the bridges. We shove into her room only to see her having a panic attack on the floor. Leoni is pounding her chest, heaving as if the very air in the room is made of liquid. I rush over to her, dropping to my knees, grabbing her face.
“Breath, in and out.” I tell her, and she nods, closing her eyes as tears roll down her cheeks.
“It’s all my fault, I am so sorry…I-i-i-I couldn’t find a way around it. It was Cedric, the stupid fucker used his order on me and I couldn’t denounce the pack and…”
“Leoni,” Dev growls, “Shut up and tell me facts,”
His face is stern, his eyes telling me he is ready for a fight but needs to know how best to proceed.
“I’m a mole. They are here because I was relaying information back to them. Cedric knows everything I know,” Leoni whispers, her guilt-ridden eyes meeting mine. “He used me like a fucking tool and I wasn’t strong enough to fight it.”
“Are you on his side?” He asks, looking her in the face.
“Never.” She says with determination. “I swear on Hastings’ grave.”
“Then let’s go hunt down the fuckers who he sent and make sure everyone here is safe.” He says and Leoni agrees, nodding as she sniffles. “Can you denounce the pack now?”
“Yes.” she whispers. “I just did it.”
Dev stands, and looks at me, then he steps close, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“You need to get everyone out of here and away. Leoni and I will take care of everything else.”
Panic rises in my chest, and I shake my head.
“No, no way. I am going with you.” I insist and he smiles a goofy grin.
“Not this time.”
“What if something happens to you?” I yell at him as he reaches the door. He looks over at me and swallows.
“I won’t die on you until I know you are safe.” and then he is out the door, Travis rushing in as Leoni and Dev run off.
“What the fuck! You let them go?” he roars at me and I glare at him.
“They are going to fight the assholes coming to kill everyone, and we are going to provide backup.” I say, running up to him and stopping a foot away. “Ready to fight as brother and sister for the first time?”
His anger morphs into murderous excitement, and he nods.
“Hell yes.”