Forsaken by the Moon Goddess novel Chapter 82

Sloane

‘Should we wait for back up, Sloane?’ Scarlet asks as I track the scent of the pack who attacked us back to their pack.

‘I dare anyone to come at me and Aisling in the mood we’re in. My mate… my mate is fighting for his life. I swear to the goddess, Scarlet, if he dies…’

‘Benedict is strong, Sloane. You know that. He wouldn’t be mated to you if he wasn’t.’

He is strong and his heart was beating when I left. We haven’t even marked each other and I don’t know how I will live if something happens to him. I know I don’t want to. I also know that now, it doesn’t matter how long it takes us to figure things out, I want his mark on my neck and my mark on his. The rest is logistics. Benedict is mine. I am his. If I’d been marked, maybe… 2

‘You can’t think like that, Sloane. Kaelin obviously told his Alpha about us. But he won’t be talking ever again,’ Aisling snarls.

When we get to the pack’s border, I don’t announce myself and I don’t stop. The howl of alarm goes up around the pack, and I feel the pack begin to panic. I’m sure they’re terrified. Most of their warriors are lying dead on my pack lands. Those who remain here will be suffering from broken mate bonds unless the Alpha left some warriors to protect his pack. If he did, they’d be smart to stand down quickly.

When several warriors come charging up to us, the largest one leaps at Aisling. She grabs him by the throat without stopping and begins dragging him to where the scent of wolves is strongest. That will be the packhouse. Behind me, I hear Davina snapping at the other warriors, keeping them away from us.

When we walk up to the packhouse, Aisling puts her paw on the wolf’s throat and I shift, keeping my hand around his throat and Aisling’s claws deep enough that he doesn’t fight against me. I stand, lifting him in the air so those who begin surrounding us can see.

“My name is Alpha Sloane Hartwell. Your Alpha came to my pack with the intent to overthrow me while your Beta forced his mark on me. Your Alpha, your Beta, and your warriors are dead. Who is in charge here?” I growl, letting Aisling’s Alpha aura push out to keep these wolves from trying to attack us.

Several people point to the wolf I’m holding in my hand.

I look at him. “SHIFT!” I command, putting the full force of my Alpha authority behind it.

He shifts, hanging in the air by this throat.

“Name and rank?” I ask him.

“Gamma Carl.”

“Did you know what they were going to do?” I ask. “Did you know what they were planning?” “Yes.”

I let Aisling’s claws extend even more and I rip his throat out, letting him drop to the ground at my feet.

I hear a woman cry out and collapse, while others begin whimpering. I have no sympathy for them.

“Excuse me, Alpha Sloane,” a pregnant woman says, walking out of the back of the packhouse. “Who are you?”

“Luna Abbie, Alpha. I just wanted to clarify, my mate isn’t dead. I would have felt it.” I glance at Scarlet. It’s strange that she’s telling me her mate isn’t dead. If she cared about him, she’d keep that to herself.

“If he’s not dead yet, he will be. I’ve ordered everyone who survived to be killed. I will not allow anyone who attacks my pack to survive. Let this be a lesson to every one of you. I am not an Alpha to be crossed.”

“You fucking bitch! You killed him! You killed my son!”

A woman comes flying at me. This time, Scarlet steps forward, grabbing the woman by the throat and lifting her off the ground.

‘She smells like Kaelin,’ Aisling growls.

“You must be Lydia,” I say. “You’re right. Your worthless son is dead. My Beta and I literally ripped him apart. He came onto my pack lands, claiming that they should have been his. He attacked the former Alpha and then attempted to hold me while your Beta forced his mark on me. So, yes, he is dead,” I say, then shrug nonchalantly. “Or he’s dying. He wasn’t dead when I left. He was still bleeding out.”

“You’re a monster!” she growls. 1

“I’m a monster?” I say, putting my hand on my chest. “I’M a monster?” I ask, slowly spinning around and looking at what’s left of this pack.

“I had no problem with your pack. YOUR Alpha attacked ME. YOUR Beta tried to force his mark on ME. YOUR son,” I say, snarling at Lydia, “thought he deserved what is MINE! And now, my mate lies dying because of YOUR pack!” I snarl.

“You’re MATE? Who would want you? A freak. A murderer’s daughter. I don’t see a mark on your neck. Your mate obviously didn’t want you. You should have let our Beta mark you.” 1

I shake my head as Beatrice walks out of the packhouse, looking as arrogant as always.

“Wow. Benedict was hoping you’d finally listened to him. But of course, you’re too egotistical for that, aren’t you, Beatrice.” “That’s Luna Beatrice to you!” she snaps.

“No, it’s not. You’re Luna of nothing, just like Lydia here. You both lost your positions because you were terrible people, terrible women, and terrible Lunas. Oh, and that mate of mine who is fighting for his life? My mate who YOUR Alpha and Beta attacked? That would be Benedict, your son. Since I have no doubt that you and Lydia had something to do with the attack on my pack, you better fucking hope that he doesn’t die, because if he does, there is nothing and no one in this world who can save you.”

“Benedict? Take me to my son!” she demands.

“No!” I snarl.

I feel a presence behind me. I don’t turn because I recognize her.

“Hello, Ayla,” I say as Samara’s large white wolf steps between me and Scarlet. 1

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