Wolf-less Omega Luna

CHAPTER 60: CONFRONTATIONS

Alana’s POV

If I hadn’t already known where Axel was, it would have been nearly impossible for me to find him. My senses were a disaster. I couldn’t do as little as breathe or walk properly.

I couldn’t smell, hear, see, or feel anybody or anything at that moment as my legs moved on autopilot from the front of what I had come to regard as my home toward Axel’s office.

Could Britney have stooped so low to have used my mother as a prop for her show? Could she have lied? She couldn’t have been that cold and heartless, could she? My Mom was dead and I lived every day of my life for the past years, thinking about how it would be when we finally got back together.

And it was all because of Axel?

My stomach tightened to a painful knot and at some point, I doubled over in tears. This time, I couldn’t find my voice to whimper. My body shook violently on the stairs as I shed soundless tears.

My mind crossed to my dad. Could he have been dead too? Britney did not make any mention of him, so all I could do was be hopeful that he was still alive. I had lived without them but my solace was that they were safe somewhere. Together.

Everything was faded in the background till faint voices made me realize that I was now at Axel’s office. Hushed voices that were getting clearer as I put foot after foot to the office door.

“How will you say you have no idea how it got here, son?” The unmistakable slightly thicker and

older baritone of Axel’s dad boomed through the door.

“You mind linked me here, Dad, I am just as shocked as you are.”

“Then who could have done this?” He asked.

Now my confusion was just multiplying. First off, Alpha Micheal never came down to the pack except he had to be here. Secondly, why was he here today of all days and what were they talking about?

“Someone is obviously trying to send a message.”

“Or get something done,” Alpha Micheal said.

“But who? Why now?”

“Does she know?”

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“She doesn’t, does she?”

“Does who know what, Dad?”

“Does your mate know what actually happened with her pack? Because whoever did this knows.” His voice dropped a notch, low and covered in emotion.

“She doesn’t,” Axel’s also low voice responded. “But she wouldn't do this.”

“And why haven’t you told her yet?”

More silence, but this time there was some shuffling about.

He continued. “She should know because…”

“She may not understand.”

“That’s for her to decide, Son. I mean, look at this. It's her mother, and if you say she doesn’t know that…”

The mention of my mom cut it for me and I flung the door wide open with the strength that my now rising anger pumped into me.

So she was right. Britney was right. Axel did know more than he let on.

For the first time, I saw past whatever I had seen in Axel for months and I couldn't recognize this version of him that was standing in front of me.

“You were there when my pack was destroyed, weren’t you? That’s how you found me.”

“Alana,” Axel began.

“Answer me,” I almost screamed.

The tension in the room quickly built up and threatened to choke life out of me. Alpha Micheal must have felt it too because he spoke next.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” he said. He cast a solemn glance at me first, then Axel before patting him on the back and exiting the office quietly, but with his shoulders just as tall as it always is.

The look was there. On Axel’s face. The one of pity. It all made sense why whenever I made mention of my pack and what I knew of my parents, Axel gave me that look.

“So was I just a project to you?”

“It’s nothing like that, Princess,”

That name never irked me the way it did now. “Don’t.”

His jaw clenched and his hand on the edge of the table strained tight.

“You kept everything from me,” my voice broke.

“I told you what I could,” he said.

“You told me your dad brought me back, but you never mentioned how your actions led to my pack being blown to bits or how your bombs shredded my mom to pieces.”

Saying it out loud, it felt like sandpaper scraping through the roof of my tongue. It hurt both physically and emotionally. I felt like a well had been dug in my stomach but a part of me believed that I was still in shock and I hadn't even fully processed it yet.

“I didn’t know anything about that.”

I shook my head. “You lied to me.”

I continued to shake my head till my eyes landed on a frame right where Alpha Michael had just vacated. It was all too familiar to miss. And that was because it was mine.

The frame of my dad, my mom, and myself smiling at the camera sat on the chair where the alpha had been but what was strange was the hole carved into the spot that had my mom’s face.

I inhaled sharply. “How did you get that?”

“Someone sent it here.” He took a step towards me and I flinched. An automated defense response that I had learned over the years. “Alana, let’s talk about this. Everything,” he pleaded.

“Now you want to talk?” I closed my eyes and shook my head, letting the tears that had brimmed at the corners of my eyes roll down my cheeks. “My mom is dead. You caused it with your selfishness and you want to talk about it just now? I shared your bed, Axel. For months. It never occurred to you to tell me about this?”

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak anymore, and I couldn’t be here.

What hurt more was that I had spent months with Axel, looked past the mate bond and I had completely fallen in love with him. Him. Now, all I wanted him to feel was the amount of pain I was feeling.

I shook my head again. Slowly. “You made me fall in love with you when you knew I didn’t deserve this.”

Axel opened his mouth to speak but I raised a hand because what else was he going to say except

what he felt I wanted to hear? I couldn’t do any of it.

I picked up my family portrait and made a beeline for the door. Axel mirrored my steps as soon as I did.

“Alana,”

I turned to him and backed away. “Please, Axel, don’t. Please.” I didn’t have it in me to shout or curse or scream. I just had to go.

I shut the door behind me and headed to the room with the little strength I had left while sobbing and muttering under my breath.

As soon as I closed the door to the room behind me, I curled up on the floor and cried my lungs out. You didn’t lie to the people you loved but Axel did, which only meant that he didn’t love me.

I was the fool who went and fell in love with someone who only pitied me enough to be with me. But that ended today.

Last time, I wasn’t elaborate in my movement. I was sloppy and didn’t think things straight. This time was going to be different and nobody was going to be able to do anything about it.

I uncurled myself, stood up, and took quick, purposeful steps to the large bathroom. I pushed the shower button once I got inside, letting the cold water rain down at its highest pressure while I dried my tears.

After one look around, I stepped out of the now cold and drenched bathroom and shut the door behind me.