The Alpha Who Saved Me

Chapter 47

Emery

I miss *iki. Even though Colin can bring her forward, it’s apparent that he doesn’t want

me talking with her because she’s not responding to me at all. It was nice seeing her in

my dream and all, but I need her in my reality. As soon as I get her back, I will never take

her for granted again.

My stomach rumbles because I haven’t had anything to eat in the past twenty-four hours.

For somebody that wants to mate me, Colin sure doesn’t know how to treat his future

mate, even if I don’t plan on it going that far. Then again, do I truly want to eat anything

that they serve me here?

I’m leaning back against the cement wall, shivering as I stare at the cozy bed on the

other side of the room. Maybe if I try being nice, he will allow me to take a little nap over

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there. Ha! Keep dreaming, Em, besides, there is no way I’m going to be nice to this f*ck

face. It’s obvious that he gets the sick side from his mother, because even though my

dad talks about how evil my grandfather was, he’s never mentioned him being m*ntally

unstable.

I close my eyes and finger the amulet that my father gave me. I can’t believe that the

witch bought my story. Better yet, I can’t believe that I thought to lie to him about it.

Something deep inside told me to lie. Now I’m wondering if it was the Goddess herself

that was instructing me to do so. Looking down at the pretty gem set inside it’s setting

with diamonds around it, I rub my finger over it and smile.

A tingling begins to form under the pad of my thumb, anc I realize that my amulet is

starting to glow. I quickly let go of it and it goes back to looking ordinary. My magic! Why

didn’t think about this sooner, even the Goddess hinted at it wher she told me that I can’t

use the magic within me. She never said I couldn’t use any of my magic! I begin to get

excited as try remembering everything that she told me.

My mates need to be coming for me because she men- tioned them, and she also

moon being at its peak. With any luck my father and my

I may only be digging myself a big-

I will wait as long as I

way I’m going to sit around for another full moon

and escape. I doubt my uncle

sound of the metal door opening wakes me

my uncle stands over me frowning, “What

so filthy?”

smell would be from when your mother

it would be fun to hit me and kick me when I

dirty, it’s what happens when you’re made to sit and sleep on a

frowning once again, “And you say she hit

you?”

know if there is a bruise, but I

to the touch. There are also the

my

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story.

“You’re lying! My mother has been dying to meet you; she’

with my words, “Yeah, excit- ed to be

He squats down and grabs my jaw roughly, “She would

my stomach rebelling from not getting any food. He

“Did they already come for

tray?”

on.” He’s an- noyed with me and

nothing wrong.

been here. The last time I

pack house before you

lying? Do you want to be beat?” he glares at me, “Better yet…”

the

one visitor, and it was your mother!” I plead with

shocks hurt but because I

my story isn’t going to change because

pant when he’s released

He studies me for a moment and then goes to the door and

something to his guard, but he for- gets that

asking if I’ve had anything to

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no. He then growls for

door and coming

to me.

offered

you eat.” He lies through his

him out on his lie, but I don’t want to remind

“He’s lying, I was never offered food, but

by all means,

over to open it and he grabs the tray of food that

walks over, grinning from ear to ear. There