SLAVES TO THE MOON BOOK 1 : DENYING BRADY

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“This is treason!!!” A gruff voice from the council cabinet blared off angrily. All I could do was keep my gaze trained on the mosaic floor tiles.

The hairs on my body stood, awareness rose at the weight at the back of my head. I could feel Brady’s tangibly laser sharp gaze cutting through me it wasn’t just my guilt that was imagining this but of all emotions I expected and provisioned to spiral through me, regret definitely wasn’t one I expected to drown in.

Desperate to shed the sting of regret I astral led my mind back to all the horrible things Brady had done to me throughout the years to remind myself on why I shouldn’t waiver.

The council members Dad specifically explained to the sectioned pack members how the Alpha, Brady’s dad had been diagnosed with an incurable cancer, there was also talk of an invasion coming with familiar creatures and for that they stressed the need for the pack to be strengthened in power by a healthy Alpha blood.

Which was a crisis seeing as our Alpha was dying and Brady as the next Alpha without a mate is as good as a king with no crown, a President with no military backing, a Kardashian with no ass. It was possible albeit significantly not the same.

No one not even my family had yet interrogated me nor even directly spoken to me.

Amidst their bickering the council was engrossed in all on their own about issues that extended far beyond me, internal crises that I couldn’t even stand to focus on especially with my mind on Dani.

I was startled out of my stupor with the sound of The Alpha slamming a fist through the large oak table literally and the room grew radio silent.

I looked up and across the room met Brady’s unusually colored eyes, his neck veins were blue strained and his face was lit like a torch up to his chest. He was enraged; his blind gaze fell on mine. I felt compelled to beg for mercy to him specifically but I knew it was just the Alpha blood effect

The rest of the room myself included all got on our knees, hands fisted across our chests and bowed in submission to our Alpha Sir Victrolli who commanded everyone up and out of the hall. Yet my entitled parents remained seated.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the Alpha demanded, I shuddered and sat back down without answering him.

Brady readjusted himself in his seat making it near impossible to ignore his agony; the compulsion to reach out and cry out begging for forgiveness was growing stronger within me.

“What was the reason?” the Alpha bellowed from above me all of a sudden

For the fight in me I couldn’t find a word.

He repeated himself; defiantly out of shame I forced back the tears that were coming up and shot my eyes up to the mosaic ceiling and stayed like that until I heard my parents begging for my forgiveness. On my behalf.

“Ma, Dad don’t beg for me. Please” my mother’s eyes were pained, begging me not to upset the bluebloods any longer dad just looked about ready to disown me on the other hand Sir Victrolli looked ready to strike me dead, you could tell he wanted to by the way his hand was dusted with swelling blue veins running up his arms not to mention the murderous shade of blue that was darkening in his eyes.

“Am I not good enough for you Malik?” Brady asked in a deceiving tone that if you didn’t know him like I did you’d taste the heartbreak in it.

I let out a bitter scoff.

Brady pushed back his wheelchair, treading where I was sat, knelt before me pushing all his weight to his ankles and tried to touch my face. His gaze was uncomfortably blindly fixed on my lips as he felt for my face. His hands traced the left of my face shape slowly trailing over my eyes, nose, jaw and when he reached my bottom lip I trained my features to wear the expression of disgust as I moved away from his scalding touch “don’t touch me!”

Brady let out a sigh and asked no. He commanded in a grim tone we be left alone.

“No! Don’t leave” I cried out “I’d rather die than be with him. Respectfully Mr. Victrolli just kill me already.” I looked the Alpha straight in the eye pleading.

My mother buried her visibly distraught and tear streaked face into dad’s heaving chest. They left the room clutched to each other mourning me, my manners and common sense. Mr. Victrolli followed momentarily behind them his wife’s head in the same position mom’s was on dad. The door was bolted shut from outside.

He stood to his feet and pulled me up with him, just as I was about to protest out of his grasp Brady put his thumb and index finger up to tilt my head by the chin and kissed me. Just like that’

For some reason his lips felt natural on mine, too natural and that that didn’t sit well with my pride so I pushed him off me by his chest.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Brady asked picking himself up from the large oak table he’d landed on.

“You are!! I don’t like you ok!!” I embarrassingly said wiping the forming of tears from my eyes because for some reason my heart was beating against my chest erratically and my skin was burning for his touch I wanted him to touch me. Him Brady? I wanted him, I was craving his touch!

“Why? Because you’re not gay?” Brady asked moving away from the table, using both hands to massage all over his head, face and eyes.

“I had a boyfriend in college.” I told him the truth spiteness at the tip of my tongue.

He stopped abruptly and made eye contact with me and I noticed his eyes were back to that attractive shade of blue “Hm yet you denied being gay all through high school?”

“So what! It’s none of your business.” I said watching Brady slowly advancing toward me and for some insane reason I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes even as they got closer

He whispered “Oh but it is petiso” and there it was, that nickname again. I wasn’t even that short anymore.

“Fuck You Brady, just leave me alone ok.” I said pushing his hand away from my waist.

He smiled placing his hand back on my waist and said “Not nice of you to waste someone’s time Malik” he stepped even closer and whispered even lower “cause we both know this was meant to be.”

His words true and magnetically flirty as they were I couldn’t fall for them or let him see there was a part of me that shared the same sentiment so I pushed his hand away. His body was still weak plus the impact was unexpected so he stumbled to the floor and I went for the door.

No one unlocked it.

I ran a tired hand through my hair waiting for him to pull himself together “Tell them to open up I have to go check on Danielle.” I commanded walking over to the door.

“Why don’t you want me?” He said asked from behind me.

I didn’t answer him, he knew.

“You never even liked me back the too?” he said as I rattled the door code machine punching all sequences of possible pin numbers.

My irritation was demonstrated perfectly by my silence yet he’d missed it again.

He easily brought his palm flat against the door a little above my head turning me by my hipbone and trapped me right before his face, with a baseball space between us.

He continued “Does Danielle know?” his tone was mocking, as if I were a cheat, me a cheat?

Defensively I brought my eyes from the opposite side walls “Danielle is my best friend, she knows everything. We have never been like that.”

“Ever?” he asked around a sickening smirk

“Ever” I replied

“So this boyfriend of yours did you...when you left you were a virgin...did you...?” His state lowered to my most private region.

I understood his question perfectly.

Sure enough I had been intimate with the him, he was my boyfriend at the time after all but somehow under Brady’s sterling blue gaze I started to feel like a cheap cheat. I pursed my lips and shot my gaze back to the wall pleading the fifth.

Brady’s tone sounded intrigued “So that’s a yes?”

I meant to remain steadfast in my silence but I irked not to point out the obvious “There’s no way you were celibate after all your trysts in high school.”

Brady smiled, getting closer and released his palm from the door using it to tilt my chin towards him “that was high school, everything was fleeting and exaggerated also I’ve always like you, just couldn’t have you.” he whispered the last bit in close to my ear.

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