My Alpha's Betrayal: Burning In The Flames Of His Vengeance

21. The Siren Killer

YILEYNA Three days had passed, and I had been immensely busy. Not only was Theon’s Beta ceremony delayed, much to the court’s surprise, but we had been notified that we would set sail at sunrise on the fourth day.

The King had found a crew to take us. In total, there would be twenty-two of us on board The Siren Killer. A name that intrigued me, I was not expecting the king to have chosen something like this for our trip. But I guess a ship that was going to brave this journey had to be as dangerous as The Siren Killer looked. The body itself was dark and sleek, it looked like a formidable beast. I could see it was equipped with heavy weaponry and its three masts had deep red sails.

The crew consisted of nine men and three women, which included the captain of the ship. I didn’t recognise any of the ones I could see from Westerwell, they all looked as threatening and hostile as the ship itself. From their tanned skin, tattoos, and sharp eyes, I doubted any of these werewolves were from our pack.

I would ask Theon about their origin when I had the chance.

Aside from them, there was Raiden, and the son of the other Gamma, Ryan. Then there was one of the king’s mage Madelia, and four of the king’s most trusted royal guards. Which meant our trip included the two future Gamma’s, the future Beta, and the rest who were hand chosen by the king, well aside from me. It was obvious that this was no small mission or trip.

The future of Westerwell was on this ship, although Charlene had come onto the ship in disguise before dawn and was currently waiting under deck in her room, no one was to know that she was making this journey. She was the future of the Silver Storm Pack and the Kingdom of Astalion.

No one else apart from Theon, me and Madelia, knew the true purpose of our journey.

I now stood to the side on deck, the cold morning wind blowing through my hair that was braided into a loose fish plait, my hands folded behind me, dressed in a long-sleeved jacket with matching deep blue coloured pants and knee-high boots. Under my jacket, I wore a black corset top that left plenty of my cleavage on show. I planned to give Theon an answer today and I wanted his attention on me.

The smell of the sea filled my nose, like always, it elated me. I loved the sea and this was the perfect time to enjoy the time we had here. We would be at sea for almost a month, an adventure my heart yearned for, something to keep my mind distracted from everything else.

The fifteen of us on deck now watched each other wearily. Raiden was standing next to me, with Ryan on his other side, both of whom seemed to be assessing the nine crew members that were on the opposite side.

“You’re a pretty one. What’s your name, lass?” One of the women asked me.

She had cropped brown hair, brown eyes, arched brows and plump lips, wearing fitted pants and a tunic. From the piercings on her face and the way she was playing with the little knife in her hand, I could tell she wasn’t the type you would want to cross.

“Yileyna, and yours?” I asked.

jerked her head to her teammates. “Bobbie,

whose blue eyes seemed to be fixed on

Madelia, Bruce, and Nate.” I

bunch.” Cleo

I felt a flare of jealousy shoot through me. It was weird,

and the one in charge of this trip, Theon.” Bruce said with a

looked incredibly handsome, as always. He had his arms crossed, and just then, as if he knew we were watching, his smouldering amber eyes met

present anyway. I hadn’t been around him alone since that day in his cabin when he had given me

broke when he looked away, making me let out a breath I never knew I was holding. I looked away, quickly feeling several other pairs of eyes on me

the festival. He had seen the

to set sail?!” The captain shouted, and for the first time, I got a proper look at

smirked, flashing his gold tooth at me, his piercing green eyes bore into me. “That’s a story for another night lass. Now tell me, what is your pretty name?” His voice was deep, guttural, and he had a rough

glare turned

crew on board. I will have a word with them.” He added, crossing his arms as

ignoring Theon. The Captain grinned. “Pretty name for a

you, Captain Flynn.” I smiled sweetly, trying to suppress my giggle at Theon’s growing

eyes not leaving mine.

name on his tongue, and although it sounded nowhere near as amazing as

lips, it was satisfying to see

the anger in those eyes. Something told me I’ll be paying

who looked about my age, and to my surprise, the woman next to

“Ailema?” I asked, stunned.

She chuckled.

a pleasure to