Alpha Divided (Alpha Girl Book 3)

“That’s for me to know.”


Right. “You just wanted to go through my things, didn’t you? Try to force a vision. I get it. I’ve been there before.” I might have to tolerate her while I was here, but once I was gone, I was going to make sure this bitch went down. All I wanted to do now was go to my room and make sure she hadn’t taken anything…or left anything behind. “If you’re so worried about me and what I might be doing, why don’t you come ask me?”

“I don’t worry about you. I’m merely protecting my own. You might be the next leader, but I’m the leader until I die.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then why am I here?”

“Simple. As long as you’re here, the pack is weaker.”

“I can leave any second.”

“Then leave. Give me the excuse.” Luciana smiled. She knew she had me, and the second I stepped foot off the compound without her permission, she’d be skipping off to war.

The woman was infuriating. I’d thought I was the center of her plot, but now that I knew what Dastien was going through, the truth was clear. Screwing with him disturbed the whole pack, and he was such a powerful alpha that his unease would be rippling through the pack bonds. The Weres were tied so closely together that everyone would be hurting.

The entire pack structure was weakened.

I was exactly where Luciana wanted me to be. I couldn’t go back to the pack—at least not yet—without starting a major shitstorm. But every moment I stayed here made my pack more vulnerable.

This conversation was over. I pushed past her, not caring that I almost knocked her over. I opened the door and stormed inside the house, taking the stairs two at a time up to my room.

It reeked like Luciana—cloves and something sour. I opened the windows, AC be damned. I needed the scent of her out of my room or I’d never get to sleep.

I threw my keys on the nightstand and started systematically going over the room. I opened myself up to visions, but besides things with various visitors, Mom, my cousins, and Grams, I didn’t get anything good. Nothing that even hinted at Luciana.

If her visions were like mine, then she needed to touch things to see anything. So how had she managed not to seep anything of herself into the room?

She must’ve worn gloves. But how was she planning to get a vision wearing gloves? It didn’t add up… Unless she really was just searching my room?

Once I was convinced everything I’d brought with me was right where I’d left it, I sat down on the bed. What was I supposed to do now? Luciana had made a move, and now I needed to make one back. I had to gain control of the situation. I was stuck in reaction mode. Ever since she’d showed up at the Full Moon Ceremony, I’d been on defense. It was time for a little offense.

It took a lot to get me angry, and the last person who’d gotten me this mad had almost had her throat ripped out.

I was way more fucking pissed at Luciana. She wasn’t just screwing with me. She was messing with the whole pack. And Rupert Hoel was helping her.

Tomorrow I was done playing nice. It was time for some action.

The witch was going down.

***

I’d had some rocking nightmares in my life, but as I laid in my bed, trapped in my dreams, a tiny part of me knew this was the worst one ever.

I was on campus, standing in the courtyard. The damp grass cool on my bare feet. I wore a pair of black cargo pants. A backpack weighed heavily on my shoulders. Glass jingled as I took a step. I reached into the pockets and pulled out a vial.

The same potion that made vampires explode.

The scent of the forest was suddenly dampened by the noxious fumes of rotting meat. Vampires swarmed the campus and the alarms sounded.

Wolves fled from the dorms and surrounding buildings.

A vampire approached me, and I threw the vial, saying the words to ignite it.

Another group rushed onto campus. Fire surrounded their hands.

The brujos were out in force. Spells flew through the air in little vials causing explosions that lit the night.

I reached out to Dastien, but his presence was gone. I couldn’t reach him. Something was wrong.

And then I didn’t have time to take in what was happening. The fight crescendoed and it took everything I had not to die.

I dodged a vampire while throwing spells as fast as I could.

A wolf took a running leap at me, and I dropped to the ground, letting it soar overhead.

I could barely stay ahead of what was going on. It was war. It was bloody. I was covered head to toe in black vampire goo.

A half-decayed heart still beat in my hand. I threw it on the ground and tossed a spell at it, turning it to ash.

My hands were half human and half wolf claws. I didn’t want to turn to fight like the rest of the Weres. I needed both abilities if we were going to survive.