Betrayed Luna's Second Chance Alphas
Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Alphas – Chapter 24

-Riley-

I woke up this morning, feeling strangely lightheaded and happy and almost giggling, even though nothing was right in my life. The sound of my giggle was strange even to myself. I had never been a giggling girl, even when I was young. I couldn’t afford to giggle.

And the day only got better when I realized how peaceful the pack-house looked and felt, without Hiran’s obnoxious voice ringing throughout, and that made me even more happy.

I spent the whole morning with my pups, and since there was no school today for the older ones, and Hiran wasn’t there, as well, we all had a picnic together. I wanted to cheer them and myself up after last night. It was fun, and I could really smile after looking at their happy faces. Mirabel looked like she had totally forgotten what happened last night, and that relaxed me.

I sighed as I took a sip of my beer. “The picnic was good, wasn’t it?” I said as I looked at my best friend. We were now in the same bar where I first met Roman and Adrian.

“Yes, good. It is a good, good day. Everything is shiny here,” she said, her voice strangely sing-songy. I looked around the dimly lit club and no, nothing here was shiny.

“Deidre Anne Austin, you are glowing. Now, spill?”

“It is the neon lights,” Dee said with a grin. I wasn’t born yesterday, and I wasn’t her friend for a day or two.

“Yeah, neon lights,” I said with a scoff as I ordered Vodka. I knew what I should do. I would get her drunk and then find all her secrets. I already had an idea, but I wanted her to tell to me. I knew she would, but still… this would be more fun. “Here, drink,” I pushed the shot glass towards her and she shook her head, as she narrowed her eyes at me with suspicion.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Dee slurred even as she gulped down her shot.

“Why would I do that? The past couple of days have been hard on all of us. So, I am just pampering my best-“

“Then why are you not drinking? And you look like you are schemi-“

“Here, I drank a shot. Now you drink this, and then tell me,” I said as I pushed another glass towards her. She bared her teeth at me, but I knew she lacked the willpower to say no.

“I hope they have at least kissed. I mean, I have been waiting for years. Too long,” Gem complained. “Dee is usually faster with other men.”

It had been too long, and I had eyes. I just pretended that I hadn’t seen all the googly eyes my best friend and my brother-in-law shared when they thought the other, and no one else was looking. I was always looking, though.

“Because Reid actually means something to her. The other men didn’t,” I said with a sigh as I looked at my best friend. Her blonde hair was pinned up and she was wearing no make-up, but still she was the most gorgeous woman here in this club. Even in a sweatshirt and jeans.

“So, how was the k**s? It makes me icky to ask, but is Reid a good kisser?”

“Oh my God, what do you me-mean by good? He was the greatest,” Dee blurted out and then bit her tongue as her startled eyes met mine. “Yo-you sneaky b*tch. I am going to kill you.” I laughed as she tried to stand up and then slumped back down. “Okay, I-I won’t kill you, because you are my besht friend, but… I will avenge this conspiracy,” she slurred as she grabbed another shot glass.

“Okay, that is enough already. So did you only k**s?” I winked and she g*****d as she knocked her head against the table.

She pursed her lips together, shaking her head. “I am not saying another word. Reid’s d*ck is beautiful and delicious.” She gasped and pressed her palm against her lips and I winced back. I should have just kept my mouth shut. This was not something I needed to know.

“Kill me now.”

“It is your fault. You shouldn’t have pried,” she pointed a shaky finger at me. “Let’s go home.”

“Yes, come on.”

I tried to call a cab, but the only driver I knew in Crystal Park didn’t attend the call. It rang for a few minutes before it stopped. I tried Ried’s number, and once again, he wasn’t picking up. I sighed and looked around. I definitely wouldn’t drive. Even though I only drank a bottle of beer, I still couldn’t drive.

“No one is answering the f*cking phone,” I grumbled. “Why carry a phone if you won’t answer it?”

“Should we walk?”

“I could shift and you can ride on Gem.” We had done it a million times before, it was basically her second mode of transport.

“I already feel like puking. No thank you. Call the second hottie. You know, the one you first wanted…”

“Adrian wasn’t there in the pack-house when we left, either.”

“Do you know his number or not?”

“I don’t, but I can message Roman and ask for his number,” I said with an excited smile.

“I love that you are smiling now,” Dee slurred out as she rubbed her eyes. “I hated it when you cried for that a*shole. My heart broke when I saw tears in your eyes.”

“I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there. I would have probably kept crying like a whiny b*tch,” I sighed out as I sent a quick text to Roman. “I definitely wouldn’t have walked over to some strangers’s table.”

She laughed loopily as she twirled around and stumbled back.

“Yeah, but then you would have stopped crying and start being the badass b*tch you are. Now, are you calling anyone? I need to be in a horizontal position right now or things are going to get messy.”

“He is not replying to my text,” I said with a sigh. I wondered if the big, bad Alpha ever texted in his life.

“Just call him, already. My head is already spinning,” Dee said with an exasperated sigh.

“Should I?” I looked at her and she nodded.

“Yes, you so should. I mean, I need a car. Like yesterday. You are the reason for my condition.”

I dialled Roman’s number, and I didn’t know why my heart pounded, but it did. The conversation we had… wait, no one would call that a conversation. It was more like word porn.

Roman answered on the fourth ring. His voice was soft and I almost didn’t hear him over the music, and laughter. He was in a club that must probably be a hundred times bigger than this one. I could almost feel how alive, how vibrant that place he was in, just from the sounds.

“Are you in a club?”

“What do you want?” His voice was short and curt. It sounded like just how he had talked the first time we met. I cringed a little.

“You should buy me drinks, Rome, for old time’s sake.”

I already had a feeling who that was.

“Adrian’s number.”

There was silence at the other end for a second and a long sigh.

“Hang up, Rome. Come on, drink with me, and- maybe f*ck me after… I am feeling a bit nostalgic,” a sultry woman voice said. she sounded so close to him.

“How much closer?” Gem hissed.

“Should I ask him? Shut up, Gem.”

I flinched. My fingers slightly trembled. I almost wanted to hang up, but my body didn’t obey.

“I will text it to you,” Roman said before he hung up. No goodbye. No nothing.

He knew I would have heard that woman. He knew I would have heard her tell him to f*ck her… and…

But, of course. Why did he have to tell me anything? Why did he have to tell me not to worry, that he wouldn’t take her up on her offer? Even if he took her offer, it was not wrong.

“Won’t you hate it when he, if he takes her up on her offer…”

“I don’t care,” my stomach felt like a cyclone had started in there. I understood that it was a lie. Obviously, I cared, and that was just wrong. Was I that stupid? I knew nothing good would come out of this. I thought I was smart, but here I was, traipsing once again straight into a territory I should never have entered in the first place.

“He entered… you didn’t.”

“I am not in the mood to joke.”

“Oh, calm down, Riley.”

My phone pinged with a new message, and I saw Adrian’s number. I quickly dialled him and he picked it up within a few rings.

“Can you come to The Siella? You know that bar where we met. Dee is drunk, and I am a little, too.”

“You want me to be your chauffeur?” Adrian’s voice was full of laughter.

“Yes.”

“And what will you pay me?” Adrian’s voice was teasing. I heard the engine start. “I will be there in a few minutes, Riley.”

“Adrian?”

“Yes.”

“Name your price.” I knew asking him that was a bad idea.

“A k**s?”

My heart thundered and I thought about it for a moment. My eyes fluttered closed… and then I jerked back, and shook my head. It was probably best for me to stay as far away from the two men. They were both trouble.

“Are you shaking your head right now, Riley?”

I laughed a little.

“Just come.”

***

-Roman-

“You should buy me drinks, Rome, for old time’s sake.” Feyona gripped my shoulder, her claws digging into my skin. I glared at her as I waited for Riley to answer. She shook her head and gave me a big smile.

“Adrian’s number,” her voice came out hesitant.

“Why the f*ck does she need his number?”

There was a moment of irritation, but I knew I should hang up soon. Feyona was good at sniffing things, and I didn’t want her to know anything about Riley.

“Hang up, Rome. Come on, drink with me, and- maybe f*ck me after… I am feeling a bit nostalgic,” Feyona sighed next to me. She was wearing the same perfume she used to wear when we were married.

After telling Riley I would send her the text, I quickly hung up before turning towards Feyona. “What do you want? Why are you being a- you didn’t want me, and now you suddenly act like it wasn’t your fault…”

“It was my fault. But you were too intense, Roman. You were too much for me. I was only twenty-one. We shouldn’t have gotten married…”

“There was still another option. Breaking up with me and then f*ck Ramsay. You chose to do what you did, Feyona.”

“And I am regretting it.” Her eyes were downcast. The arrogance in them was gone. “I made a terrible mistake, and now I can’t take it back.”

Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she let out a deep sigh.

“It is too late for this, isn’t it?” I shrugged.

She smiled a little. But it didn’t feel right. Did she know about Ramsay? Could I use her to get more information? But Feyona had always been a wildcard, even when we were married. I never knew what I should expect from her, or her wolf.

“Yes.”

“But come, I will buy you that drink,” I said to her.

“And?” She quirked her brows.

“And nothing else.”