Chapter 32
Braxton
My head is spinning, and I feel like I am in a fog of perpetual confusion. How could my mother have done such awful things? To hear her admit to killing my siblings and her whole reasoning for being with my father was to try and get him to side with the enemy, that shit fucked me up. My mother has done some questionable shit in the past, but nothing could compare to this.
Although I loved my mother, the emotions of pain, heartbreak, and betrayal that hit me from my father as I watched him take her life, there was no way I could intervene. My father might have never officially claimed my mother as his mate, he still provided for as such. Now I know it was because of me. He knew but couldn’t prove that she had a hand in the twins’ deaths, so he bid his time for her to confess one day. Some might call me an asshole for not going to my mother’s defense, but honestly if my father hadn’t done what he did, I would have to avenge my brothers. With me, one thing you don’t do is cross family and my mother did so in the most heinous way.
I focus back on Nyah as she keeps a distance from Megan, circling around her. “Ramona’s gone now, Megan so you can drop the innocent act. You’re not pregnant by Braxton, and whatever bullshit plan you and her had has blown up in your faces.”
Megan’s frightened demeanor quickly changes. Her eyes change from golden brown to entirely black.
She laughs, saying. “You’re right. I’m not pregnant. As for Ramona...” Megan shrugs her shoulders. “Her death is the result of her not getting the job done.”
“Bitch,” I growl, ready to attack her but Nyah shakes her head, stopping me.
Megan laughs harder. “Oh, come now Braxton; are you really going to put hands on me because of what I just said, but not stop your own father from taking your mother’s life?”
My jaws click as I stare at her. This is not the same Megan I grew up with.
She laced her fingers together, then nestled them under her chin. “I guess it’s time for me to let my little secret out of the bag.” Megan displays a toothy grin, adding, “You see, when Braxton’s mother wasn’t able to get Bryant to join Fenrir’s army, I was sent to work on the next generation, since I am one of the few descendants of Fenrir.”
“I don’t believe it,” Father shouts, looking at Alpha Lightfeather puzzled, then back at Megan. “If you are a descendant of Fenrir, I would have known.”
Megan pouts as she teases, “Would you? Hundreds of years have passed by, and while you thought you could single us out, we have used modern day technology over the years and essential herbal oils to keep our true identity disclosed. The only reason you weren’t able to discover Ramona’s deception is because of us. Which is the same reason why you didn’t suspect me as the enemy.” She looks down at her fingernails, adding, “Some people are so ignorant, they don’t know when the true threat is right in their face.” Megan looks up, extending her pointer fingers to me, revealing, “I almost had you in the palms of my hands if it wasn’t for you crossing paths with this bottom feeder.” Megan drops her intertwined hands, “Look Braxton, I’m willing to let all of this shit go. We can still leave here together without any of these people losing their lives.”
Without a second thought, I respond, “Fuck you.”
“And you have,” Megan giggles. “So many times, just the thought of us fucking makes my panties wet.” Her evil eyes roll towards Nyah. “Have you experienced that yet?”
As Nyah was about to respond a group of men; at least twenty or so are racing into the backyard.
Megan waves her hand. “Oh, don’t worry about them. They’re just here to make sure I leave in one piece.” She swivels her head to Alpha Lightfeather. “You should really think about putting a security detail at the entrance. You never know when you might be caught off guard.”
Alpha Lightfeather whispers something in Crown’s ear, then sits him on the ground. The fawn looks at Nyah before hobbling back to the barn with four Pack members following him.
With his large brawny physique, Alpha Lightfeather unhurriedly ambles to my father’s side.
“There are no guards at the entrance because any fool who comes on this land with ill intent will never leave it,” Alpha Lightfeather tells her.
Megan scoffs at his words. “I’m not worried about that because with the snap of my fingers, I can have those men destroy this entire Pack, every man, woman, and child. Too bad they didn’t get here in time to save Ramona. Oh, well she’s just a casualty of war.” Megan looks at the men who arrived, then says to me, “You can still change the fate of this Pack by leaving here with me. I have the soldiers of Fenrir.” Her eyes sweep the people standing around. “Honestly, at some point you have to acknowledge there is no fight left.”
Ready to fight until my last breath, I counter, “Are you sure about that?”
Just then the young women Elder Nelah sent off, came running back. One of them gives the Elder a brown Croaker sack with the other pack members moving back. Elder Nelah chants words I have never heard before; probably an ancient language used long ago. I glance at my father and Alpha Lightfeather who have their heads bowed, showing respect. I guess from understanding the cryptic language that is foreign to me.
Elder Nelah starts pouring the mixture that looks like ashes and dirt on the ground, forming a circle around Nyah and Megan. Once the bag is empty, she says, “Only one of you will leave this sacred circle. If either tries to leave before that, you forfeit your life to the Pack.”
Megan grins wide at Nyah, cracking her neck. “I’m never one to run away from a fight. If I didn’t have to stick to the plan the first night I met you at that dinner, I wouldn’t have hesitated killing your ass, but now I have another chance to do it in front of your mate .”
Nyah’s joints crack as she rolls her shoulders. “You can try, but things aren’t going to end the way you think they are.”
“And why is that?” Megan questions with a smug look.
My mate squares her shoulders, coming into a fighting stance. “Because you think I’m this lowly peasant shifter mated to Braxton, but you are about to learn first-handed things aren’t always as they seem.” Megan’s grin slowly falls as Nyah does the Bruce Lee ‘bring it’ motion with her right hand and says, “Let’s dance.”