Mated to the Alpha and His Beta (Lanie Stanton) novel Chapter 449

Chapter 449
Xander

Watching the High Council become nothing more than dried-up husks had been one of the most terrifying and satisfying sights of my entire life. Yet, already, the memory of it was fading. We’d fled the island on the boat the High Council had arrived on, and Stella had managed to keep us safe to just beyond the wall hiding the island. The farther away we got, the blurrier everything became.

“How much will we be able to remember?” I asked her. We were all in an SUV she’d commandeered for us as soon as we made it back to the mainland. I knew that’s what had happened, although the details of the journey were almost gone.

Stella was in the passenger seat and turned to me. Her gaze was solemn. “Probably nothing. The dead might not have been able to take our bodies, but they had to be satisfied with something. They will gnaw on the memories of that battle for eons.”

I looked into the rearview mirror at my three mates. Lanie’s gaze met mine. Shadows hollowed her cheeks and under her eyes, but she smiled at me. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever known.

Mason leaned forward to look out the front windshield. “Are we ready to do this?”

We’d returned to Brightsky. This time, we’d stopped in Standard to go through the regular process of being admitted to the enclave. None of us wanted to face whatever security defenses Malachi might have put into place after we left. Stella had been unable to tell us if we’d been in danger or not.

“My visions have gone dark for now,” she had said without any strain or concern in her tone. “When I need them again, they’ll return. For now, we have to rely on our instincts.”

It might have felt like a punishment, being denied the guidance from…well, whoever or whatever it was that had guided Stella as a Celestial. Instead, it felt more like a reward. We had come through the fire and been hardened, like diamonds.

We could trust ourselves to make the right choices.

“Let’s go in,” I said. “See what kind of welcome we get.”

***

Gabriela

I stared into the mirror with a sigh at my reflection. The glasses didn’t feel right. I just couldn’t get used to them.

“I think you look gorgeous with them,” said Targon as he hugged me from behind to kiss my cheek. “Admittedly, I’m biased. But still. Gorgeous.”