My Alpha’s Betrayal: Burning In The Flames Of His Vengeance by Moonlight Muse

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.

arms and jerked her head to her teammates. “Bobbie, Jack, Aeon, Leto, Barbara,

whose blue eyes seemed to be fixed on the

Ryan, Madelia, Bruce, and Nate.” I

Cleo smirked, “Who’s

shoot through me. It was weird, I should be used to it, Theon’s cold behaviour only made him a fan favourite of the she-wolves in

charge of this trip, Theon.” Bruce said with

as always. He had his arms crossed, and

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

I was holding. I looked away, quickly feeling several other pairs of

what he thought. He had seen Theon walk off that night at the festival. He had seen the state I had

and for the first time, I got a proper look at

face, but the most prominent was the long thick, puffy scar along his neck. He smirked, flashing his gold tooth at

glare

said coldly, walking past the captain and towards us. “Call the rest of your crew on board. I will have a word with them.” He added, crossing his arms

Theon. The Captain grinned. “Pretty name for

meet you, Captain Flynn.” I smiled sweetly, trying

eyes not

his tongue, and although it sounded nowhere near

satisfying to

beat at the anger in those eyes. Something told

with a young boy who looked about my age, and to

“Ailema?” I asked, stunned.

She chuckled.

it’s a