Semua Bab THE OUTCAST’S ALPHA MATE: LOVE AND REDEMPTION: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Dax rose slowly.“What are you saying to me?” he droned, sounding every inch the same as Dorien had the night before when the Noble heir’s aura alone had brought Reyland to his knees.Reyland paused.He turned to Corien, raising his head slightly to gauge the former Alpha’s expression. He still kept his hood up. Still hiding his face.Corien was gazing at him evenly, his face neutral.Reyland turned back to his father.“Okay. Fine. Thanks, Dad,” Reyland replied smoothly, lowering his hood to just above his upper lip.He made to leave, but his father’s voice stopped him mid-motion.“Where are you going?” Dax asked tightly.“To my room. I’ll be there when you return – with my girl,” Reyland replied evenly.Dax straightened, his eyes narrowing on his son.“With her, Father. Anything –” Reyland continued flatly.“You know where we’re going?” Dax cut in coldly.“I do,” Reyland replied tersely.

Reyland had never heard Jackson use so many words at the same time.Jackson smiled wryly, his arm falling to his side.“I normally keep my thoughts to myself. I know this. But that just means that I have a lot of thoughts, my prince, and plenty of time with which to organize them.”“As it stands right now, I may no longer have the luxury of time to keep my thoughts to myself.”“I am a warrior. My life is for my Alpha. You, my prince, were put under my care by my Alpha. Therefore, by extension, my life is yours. It has been from the beginning.”“Command me. There is no time,” he pressed finally.“Jackson,” Reyland breathed, “I don’t want you to die.”Jackson smiled, his soulful gaze on the young prince.“I assure you, my prince, I have taken many lives in my time; giving mine is not an issue. Blood and Honor,” Jackson stated astutely, watch

Reyland knew exactly what Marian meant.From the moment she had stepped up to him, Reyland had stopped breathing.He stared down at her now.At his…Mary.Once again, as she had done almost every single day since Christmas Eve, she had shocked him, taken his breath away. Literarily.He shook his head slowly, placing his hands lightly on her toned arms, tearing his gaze away from her green eyes.They stood quietly holding each other's arms.“What am I to do with you?” Reyland croaked after a moment.Marian tilted her head to the side, a small smile on her lips.“What am I supposed to do?” he whispered, speaking to himself.Marian placed her hands gently at his bent elbows, his eyes drifted back to hers.“As long as you do it with me, Andy, I promise you, it won’t matter one bit,” she said hoarsely, “You can do anything you want, just let me be there with

Dorien had been very clear in his mind about what he needed to achieve – Reyland, and Jackson, gone.He would not risk his woman, his father’s men, or their allies, who would become his allies when his turn came to lead Lightmoon.So, he had been careful in laying out his trap.He had set up runes at Bloodrayne’s borders, and along various routes, depending on what needed to be done, to lead Bloodrayne shifters wherever he needed them to go.He had also laid out a few extra, as cover for when the attack was launched, such that no one would be suspicious about any magic evidence after the fact.These runes had been marked or filled with his blood, as required, depending on the strength of the spell he needed to cast.They would lead the Bloodrayne shifters away from the war camp, nowhere near it, in fact, directing them in a general direction that could be used by any packs or clans, but would certainly lead to Reyland.

The rest of the day, the twenty-eighth, passed smoothly for Bloodrayne. Their pack members went about their work as usual. However, for their leaders, the day went a bit differently.After Misha had left his father’s room, he went to his mother and stayed with her for the rest of the morning.After this, he went to the runner’s hall. There, with Tanner, the Head of Runners, he had listened to updates on runner business.Once the men completed their reports to their leader, at which Misha was simply in attendance, seated at Tanner’s table while Tanner stood at the side listening to his men’s report, Tanner dismissed his team and faced his leader.“Successor,” Tanner greeted Misha formally in his deep, calm tone, turning his back to the door and facing his Alpha’s son.“Tanner, I hope I didn’t impose?” Misha crooned, smiling sweetly at the imposing Head of Runners, a wolf who would have been