All Chapters of Killed By My Alpha, Reborn For Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lucia’s POVI shook my head, almost wanting to hear none of it.It was one thing not to trust the wolves and it was another to doubt humans in our ranks.“Father Amos has been among us for years, since before I could walk,” I said. “And he has been nothing but blind.”“Allegiances change,” Ryan argued, crossing his arms over his chest.“Not with…are you saying he works for the wolves?”Ryan did not look phased by my questioning. “It is short-sighted to assume that everyone in your city has their heart in the right place. Look at what just happened.”Did that mean I should start questioning every single person?“Do you think he is right?” Peter asked me when we were in the office later that evening.“No.”“So why did you tell Spencer to watch Father Amos?”I played with my pen, uncomfortable with his questioning. “I want Father Amos to be proven innocent.”Peter looked at me like he clearly did not believe me but he did not push.I turned in the direction of the window and saw somethin

Lucia’s POVFather Amos sat with the ease of someone who was expecting a guest.“May I ask the purpose of your visit, child?” he asked, pouring tea for Ryan and me as we sat.“Ryan joined our ranks a few weeks ago. I thought it would be polite to introduce him to you.”“Where are you from, young man?”“The forest,” Ryan replied curtly. I half-expected Ryan to abandon the plan, leap forward and stab the older man.Amos hummed, nodding with a smile. “You seem like you would fit right among the brothers. Would you like to join our seminary?”“Ah, yes. Ryan, you should see the church.” My hand squeezed his arm. “We used to come here all the time as kids to play.”Ryan forcing a smile onto his face was the very definition of painful to watch. “Of course.”One of the brothers came out of an inner room and pointed to the stairs leading downstairs. He walked in front of us while Father Amos followed behind us.“It is big.”“You must not have been in a church before,” Amos said, stepping to my

Lucia’s POVI tossed this on the table. “Did you know about this, Jodie?”She lifted her head long enough from Daniel’s shoulder to shake it and then returned to sobbing.But there was no way for us to disprove the betrothal that the witches claimed that Jodie had to one of their men.“What do we do?” Daniel said.I glanced at Ryan without thinking. Sensing my gaze, Ryan turned to me.My brow raised in question and he sighed. “Just have them get married and consummate the marriage. Witches value purity to a fault.”Marriage? At fifteen?Daniel looked down at Jodie, brushing her hair out of her face.“Do you want to?” he asked her softly.Her crying ceased, her hazel eyes bleeding into silver. “Do you want me? I know I am a burden–”“You are not. I don’t quite love you yet but I really like you.”His gaze dropped to her lips. He lowered his head and just before their lips met, Jodie pushed him and darted up the stairs.I could not help but snort. My brother sent me an annoyed glance be

Lucia’s POVRyan slammed his boot on the table, silently demanding an explanation.I plucked off the tracker stuck to it. “Sorry. This was why the alarm went off.”“And the gun?”That one was on me.“I panicked,” I admitted. “Forgive me for thinking that someone I had offended in the past few weeks was coming to finish the job.”“You do not look bothered about this.”I turned the tracker over in my hand, studying the rough craftsmanship of the tracker. The person who put this on him was not thinking of causing any serious harm.“Who did you see when you went out?” I asked. He wore a look of annoyed disbelief. “Who stood at least five feet close to you?”“Nadia,” Mara said, panting in the doorway.I set the boot down on the table. That would make sense.“Who the hell is Nadia?” Ryan asked.“An old woman who talks too much,” I said, getting to my feet. After my last warning, she had not kept to herself. “I have to head out.”Ryan watched me, informing me that he did not believe a word I

Lucia’s POVI snapped open the door and pulled him up to his feet with his ears.“Daniel Everton,” I gritted through my teeth. “I was this close to grabbing my gun.”“Ow. Ow,” he cried, fighting my hands off his ears. “Jodie has news. She ate them! The magic ores!”There was a loud crash in the side of the house, from where Jodie’s bedroom was. Somehow, Daniel was even faster than me.“Jo?” he called as he threw open the door. It splintered, caving inwards.Jodie stood in the midst of baskets worth of apples, her head tucked between her knees. Her shoulder heaved with sobs.“Jo.” Daniel knelt in front of her. “Babe, what’s wrong?”I was torn between cringing and being proud of my brother for knowing how to console a woman.Jodie lifted her head.Her eyes were green, her face hard like tree bark. Only then did I notice that her hair had morphed into thick vines connected to the vines all over the room.“I look hideous,” she whispered.“So what?”Jodie’s expression shattered. I held in