Werewolf’s Heartsong by DizzyIzzyN Chapter 156

Chapter 156
Damien’s POV
Alora’s phone ringing woke me up, my mate was still asleep against my chest,
looking at the clock I could see that we had only been asleep for two hours. I
knew it was Alora’s phone ringing because of the ring tone.
It wasn’t one of her personalized ringtones, the ones she had set up to match the
personality of the one calling her. It was her generic ring tone, ‘Our Truth’ by
Lacuna Coil, who would be calling my mate at three in the morning. I ignored it
the first time through, thinking it was a fluke. But it started to ring again almost the
moment it stopped.
Enter title…
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Making sure not to wake my mate up I move her off my chest and onto the bed,
reluctantly leaving her side. I dig through the clothes on the floor, pulling her
phone out of her pants. I look at the number and I don’t recognize it, the area
code was strange, the region it was assigned to was large, remote, and basically
a dead zone, it was surrounded by a toxic haze no one has been able to identify,
so none of the Supernaturals or humans could settle near or around there.
There were rumors saying an ancient city was behind the haze, but as it was so
toxic, no one could explore the region to confirm this rumor. Those who have tried
have never returned, the Council’s and Governments decided the region was off
limits nearly a century ago. So how was it Alora was getting a call from a phone
with that regions area code.
Then I remembered the extremely small town that was on the border of the
region, just outside the line drawn by the Governments and the Councils. It was
the only town within hundreds of miles of that region, it was a port town, a sorting
point in the transport and shipping of supplies. While I was thinking about this, the
phone stopped ringing. After a moment it started to ring again, the same number,
whoever they were, they were being persistent.
While the phone was ringing I grabbed a pair of shorts and slipped them on
before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind me. I walk through the
large condo till I get to the front room and can walk out onto the balcony, the
balcony doors were already open. Once I was outside I look down at the dark but
still twin kling city and answered the phone just before it ended the last verse in
the song.
Not caring that there was already someone out here, I just didn’t want to wake
Alora. The voice that came over the phone when I answered made me glad I left
the room, but it had been a wasted effort hoping she would sleep through this, my
emotion would wake her.
The voice had me instantly in a fury that caused a low rumble to come from the
building as my power faired. I had to concentrate to hold it back. A killing fury
started to run through me at each word the stu pid bi tch calling spouted. I felt my
eyes start to glow, Zane’s fury now filling me as well.
“YOU STU PID CU NT! YOU WHO RE! I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR MOTHER!
DON’T THINK YOUR SAFE BECAUSE YOUR THE WHO RE OF THE ALPHA’S
SON NOW! I’LL CUT YOU TO PEICES YOU WHO RE! I’LL CARVE YOUR FACE
OFF! I’LL HAVE YOU RAPED LIKE THE WHO RE YOU ARE YOU BI TCH!MY
AUNTY HAS POWER AND I’LL HAVE YOU SOON! I’LL NEVER LET YOU BE
HAPPY! YOU DON’T
DESERVE IT! JUST YOU WAIT WHO RE!” Sarah shrieked drunkenly over the
phone. 5
I let loose a loud snarl of fury, there was also a snarl from the one who had
already been out here. “You listen to me! The moment I have my hands on you I’ll
tear you to pieces limb by limb! I’ll make you pay for every scar you have left on
my mate!” I growled out the words, my fury and Alpha power in each one. The
building let out another rumble, shaking slightly from my power.]
The phone disconnects, I drop the phone to keep from crushing it in my fury, not
wanting to upset my mate. I start to breath, trying to calm my fury and restrain my
power. I meet the set of angry glowing
eyes of my father in law, the King of Vampires. 3
He’d been out here smoking from the looks of it. It was a strange habit for a
Supernatural to have, most couldn’t stand the smell of cigarettes. After a moment
I realized it wasn’t a cigarette, it was a
clove cigar, the smell was almost comforting in a way.
It took me a few moments but I got myself under control, my anger now contained
to a smolder under the surface. “You’re already showing the signs of a grate
leader with that kind of control.” My father in law says. “That female really gets to
you, why?” he asks.
“It was bad enough just watching her everyday as I grew up, her eyes empty of
life. They were an endless abyss of sadness that was only relieved somewhat,
when Darien and I would take her some place that wasn’t her home.” I tell him
stopping, the memories causing a lump to form in my throat.
Sebastien picked up the pack of clover cigars and took one out, he lit it, took a big
draft in, let it out, then looked at me. It was a silent indication to go on.
“We would ask all the time at first, especially when we caught the scent of blood
on her. She would
about being clumsy, it was when she started to shy away from us that we stopped
asking, afraid she would stop seeing us all together. She wasn’t going to tell us
what they were doing do her, and at some point the wounds started to heal faster
and there were never any scars.” I paused again, remembering every painful
moment.
“When I went away, even her brief moments of freedom with us would no longer
be enough to lift darkness in her eyes anymore. It was only after her training
started with Master Brock, that it started to lift, her spirit had started to come back.
Going away to the Alpha University was one of the hardest things I had to do. It
took a lot of convincing to get my wolf Zane to agree on the separation from Alora.
A lot to convince me as well,” I pause again, my heart ached with the memories,
Zane let out a low whine inside my head.
“When I got the videos of her explaining things, describing some of the horrors
she had gone through…. It ripped me to pieces inside. I wanted to come back
immediately and rip every one of them to shreds….make them pay for every
single agony she suffered….every tear she shed. I hated that she went through
the rejection, because of the pain it caused her. But at the same time her being
rejected was a relief….because when I got back I would have challenged any
male who dared to claim her as his.” I said. “Even if it meant hurting her, it would
only be her pain that I would have regretted.”
“How long have you been in love with Alora?” he asks me.
“Since the moment she opened her eyes in that mud covered face and met my
gaze.” I tell him.
“Physical attraction didn’t come till she was in her teens, and by that time I was
already going to be leaving for the University. Being away kept me from acting on
my attraction before the mate bond was formed between us.” I tell him.
“When we first started this conversation you said ‘it was bad enough’…what is it
that is worse than what you have just told me?” He asks.
“Her nightmares, whenever she’s trapped in one I’m with her now. They’re
memories of what’s happened to her, and every time I have to just watch it play
out, not able to do a da mn thing to change what was happening to her.” The growl
was back in my voice, and my fury starts to mount again. “That bit ch f uc king
tortured her! Over and over, I will never let that go, I yearn for the day I can have
the bit ch’s throat under my fangs so I can rip it out.”
“Ah well then, I would say your fury is justified.” He says. “I hope we catch her
soon, she owes much for the pain my daughter has been put through.” He says,
in a soft cold and deadly tone. Looking up at my father in law, I see the fury of a
King crossed, his eyes were glowing red in the dark. It was then that I noticed the
cra cks in the stone of the balcony’s wall under his hand.
“I see I’m not the only one with control.” I say.
“For now, but I can’t promise to keep it if I ever see Alora’s last tormenter.” He
says, a faint growl in his voice.
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