Betrayed Luna's Second Chance Alphas
Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Alphas – Chapter 27

-Roman-

My car raced towards the parking lot, and I slammed hard on the brake, growling in anger and agitation. I wanted to go back and find Hiran, again, and finish what Karl had started. My anger boiled and it was hard for me to control the rush of power, or the feelings inside me.

The car skidded and came to a halt. I stepped out and saw that Finn was already there with a shit-eating grin on his face. I glared at him as he followed me, still smiling, not saying another word.

“You are an i***t,” Karl said with a deep sigh as I opened my apartment and Finn ran in. “I asked you to call her to comfort her, not get angry at her.”

“You were angry too, Karl,” I grunted to my Lycan as I kicked the door shut and Finn yelped.

“What the hell, Roman?” he hissed as she sat down and grabbed a beer bottle and threw it to me. “So is this the same girl whose scent you were wearing?” Finn asked as he took a sip of his beer. I sat down next to him and pressed the bottle to my cheek as I looked at Finn.

“Yes, it is her,” I said as I gulped the beer down, hoping it would somehow cool down the burning sensation inside me. “I wanted to kill him.”

“Whoa? What? Adrian? No…” Finn looked shocked and confused. I shook my head with a sigh.

“No, not Adrian. Just a broken nose and mouth would do for Adrian. The one I want to kill-” I grabbed another bottle of beer. “Is her mate. He is the one… we are investigating, Finn.”

Finn sat there in silence for a while before he looked at me, his eyes wide and bewildered. “This sounds messy, Roman, and you don’t like messes, Rome. You have never liked it. The Red Watchers… won’t be pleased with this.”

“I know,” I grunted. “It is too much. But I- I couldn’t…” I slammed the empty bottle down and grabbed my third bottle. I had never much liked drinking until everything was incoherent, but today I wanted to be dead drunk.

“You couldn’t?” Finn slurred as he leaned against the wall.

“I couldn’t stay away and I told her she was just a one-night-stand.”

“And?” Funn prodded, buzzing with excitement. I glared at my brother, and his smile fell.

“She is- she is not, and that scares me. I don’t want to go there, Finny.”

“Oh, you are calling me Finny. You should stop drinking anymore,” Finn said as he grabbed the bottle from me. No. I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to drink until this dull throb in my heart would stop.

“You know what? I should call Riley and tell her sorry,” I slurred. “She-she has such pretty eyes. Like emerald. And when she looks at me, I feel like my whole world is tilting and I am drunk from her eyes. She is like a drug. I don’t want to get addicted. I want to- you know, make a miniature version of her and keep her in my pocket and-“

I grabbed my phone, and my fingers trembled. “No, no, you are not drunk calling who might be my fu-future sister-in-law,” Finn stammered and then g*****d. “Oh, my head… I want to kill myself and bury myself inside a little tomb as a punishment. Do you think Ramsay sleeps in a tomb?”

“I saw the jerkface. His face is st-still sleazy as hell. Finn? Finny?” I stared at my brother and he was lying on the floor, snoring softly. I grabbed another beer and dialed Riley’s number, waiting patiently for her to pick up. The ring went on and on.

“She is angry. That is why she is not picking up. You are an-“

“Id.iot. Isn’t that what you are going to say?” I grunted as I emptied another bottle. I looked around and saw the empty beer bottles scattered across the coffee table. Finn was still snoring.

I ran my fingers through my hair, and tried again.

***

-Riley-

“It is a one-night-stand. Bye, Riley.” Something in his voice and words felt so final. I didn’t like the tone of his voice. I did what I did, not to hurt Roman, but to hurt Hiran, but now I- I almost wanted to take that moment back, even though it meant something.

Gem whined. “You are always impulsive. Now he is hurt.”

“But he was wrong, wasn’t he? I did what I had to,” I said with a deep sigh and Gem shook her head, looking a little bit displeased. My heart twisted. I knew I told myself that it was a one-night-stand a million times and one, but when he said it was, something in me cringed and winced. I didn’t want him to dismiss it like I had dismissed it. I wanted it to mean something to him.

Did that make me crazy?

“He hung up.” I looked at Adrian with a frown and he sighed. His gray eyes were soft and hesitant and the usual glint in them was gone.

“Do you regret it now? Kissing me?” His eyes were wounded. I didn’t know what I felt right now. I didn’t know how to comfort or console him, but I didn’t even know how to do that for myself. I wanted to scream and shout and call Roman names, but I knew he was hurt, and he had the right to, but…

Bye, Riley. His words kept ringing inside my head. No, it couldn’t be our goodbye. I wouldn’t let it be. I shook my head. “I don’t know, Adrian, and I am sorry for that. I am such a bad person and you don’t deserve it.”

“No,” he said with a sigh. “Don’t worry. I will talk with Roman and explain everything to him. He will understand. You know, Rome gets angry easily. It is- the curse of being born as he is, but he is also rational.”

“He didn’t sound rational. He sounded… mad. Just pure rage.”

“He would calm down. It is always like that with Roman.”

Adrian took his phone and dialed Roman’s number, once, twice. It rang until it stopped. He called again and again.

“He won’t pick up now. Forget it,” I said with a wince. “But Adrian, I wouldn’t have kissed just anyone. If it was someone else other than you right here, I would not have kissed them. That is all I know right now,” I said, knowing very well I couldn’t hurt him, too. Adrian deserved much better than me. He was a good guy. Even though he was a flirt, he was also sincere, too, with me. I knew that much.

“That is all I need to know right now, too, Riley. Thank you for giving that to me,” he said before he dialed Roman’s number once again and shook his head. “Let me try Finn’s number.”

But it rang and then stopped, too.

“I am sorry, Riley.”

“Take me home, please,” I said, and he nodded. We walked down to the car and he drove me towards our pack. I checked with nanny Roza about the kids, before I walked towards the pack house. I walked past Hiran’s study and realized he still wasn’t back. Where the hell did he go?

I realized what Roman and Adrian said about him, and quickly opened Hiran’s study door and locked it behind me. I looked around the room. It was ostentatious. Decorated with leather furniture and a red wood table and books he hadn’t read. The image of him and Keller made me wince, but it didn’t bother me just as much as it once did.

The whole place smelled like Hiran, and looked like him. Gaudy and new money and classless. I tried to pull the table drawer, but it was locked. I grunted. I could easily break it, but that would raise suspicion.

I looked around, trying to find anything that could be useful for Roman’s investigation, and I found a small notebook under the binders that said pack budget. The files were still untouched. Reid was the one who made pack budget and my a*****e mate hadn’t even opened it.

I grabbed it and flipped through the pages. l was nervous, but I knew even if someone found me here right now, no one in the pack would tell Hiran, except maybe a few.

I saw a few names scribbled on the notebook. There were question marks drawn after some names. Something about these names were familiar, but I couldn’t make any connection right now. I narrowed my eyes as I read the names again, trying to remember where I had heard them.

“Take a photo and get out,” Gem said and I nodded as I hurriedly took my phone and captured photographs of the pages and placed everything back in place before I walked out of his study.

My heart was thundering when I reached my room and closed the door behind me. I leaned against the wall and took in a deep breath before walking to the bathroom. I was washing my face with cold water, trying to calm myself, when I heard the phone ring. My heart danced.

Would it be… could it be Roman?

“Please, please, moon goddess, let it be Roman,” I muttered to myself as I almost ripped the door off its hinges and ran back into my room.

I grabbed the phone and smiled when I saw it was Roman, indeed. “Hello,” I said with a straight face, but my straight face was already breaking. I could feel myself smiling. I looked too eager even to myself.

“Hey little kitten,” a small, sing-songy voice said. My eyes widened as I listened to him sing a song.

“Are you drunk, Roman Eros Night?”

“Umm, a bit little, a little bit, I think, kitten. It is fine, I am boy big…”

“Big boy,” I said with a chuckle. “So why did you call me now?”

“I didn’t mean- I don’t. Forgive me, kitten. I don’t like not talking with you,” his voice came out jumbled, but the painful throb in my chest lessened and I didn’t feel like my heart would explode. Not anymore. It was only a drunk call and he might forget it tomorrow, but I was glad he still called me.

“You- you hung up on me, Roman. You were angry, and you told me I don’t have to explain to you. I kissed Adrian because-“

He sighed.

“I wish I was the one there… I wish I was your he-hero,” he slurred again as he let out a soft growl. I heard him moving around the room and winced when I heard a loud thud.

“Did you fall, Roman? Sit in a place, please.”

“I can – I am fine,” Roman said. “I won’t sit until you tell me you forgive me. Tell me, Kitten, will you please forgive me. Karl is very angry with me. And I-“

“I heard Feyona say that she wants to take you to the room and-” My voice came out jealous.

There was a few seconds of silence and then Roman g*****d. “Karl says… he would rather f*ck a lampost. I am sure he have f*cked a lampost once or twice before,” Roman said with a deep chuckle. “He would kill me if I- no, I don’t want to do anything with Feyona. I only want to do bad-bad things to you, with you, my sexy kitten.”

I gulped as my body heated to that confession.

“Why did you hung up? You said Bye, and it felt so final,” I said with a sigh. “I didn’t like that.”

I could hear him grumbling something under his breath. “No, no, kitten! Sorry. I didn’t- I don’t- you see, my tongue has a mind of its own sometimes. It just… slipped, you know? It is slippery tongue syndrome.”

“Slippery WHAT syndrome? You’ve got to be kidding me,” I laughed, unable to control myself and Roman chuckled at the other end.

“Stay happy kitten. I hate it when you are sad. I don’t want you to be sad. I love you, my sweet kitten. I love it when you are smiling.”

My eyes widened and I gasped. Did he- no… it must be because he was drunk. That was Slippery tongue syndrome, too.

“Really?” Gem huffed.

“Rome? Roman? You crazy bastard?”

There was no answer from the other end. How could he- he drop a bomb on my head like this out of nowhere and then disappear? That drunk bugger!

“Don’t make a scene,” Gem said with a smile. She looked so calm, so in contrast to how I was feeling right now. I felt like a cyclone was forming deep in the pit of my stomach.

“Roman? You i***t? You can’t do this and then hang up again. That is-no-no…” I stood up and paced back and forth, trying to regulate my heart, but it just wouldn’t stop. I heard a soft snore at the other end of the phone. “You are drunk. Yeah, that is the only reason.”

“Roman, you dumb bear with… stupid, pea brain…” I spewed curses before I disconnected the call.

My stomach twitched and turned.

“So…” Gem asked.

“He was drunk. It doesn’t mean anything,” I said to my wolf with a growl as I jumped on my bed and pulled the blanket to my face and screamed.

“You will be my death. Roman.”