Lycan Alpha's Untamed Luna

Chapter 251: Tangled Mess Waking up to a throbbing headache and a queasy stomach was not a joyful feeling. And why was her mouth so dry? What did she eat for it to be filled with that godawful taste? Her throat was hurting as she was parched. Awesome.

Memories started to slither in and out of her head as consciousness slowly returned to Inez. The back of the ballroom. The witch. Her getting shot by the fucking tranquilliser gun. Anger chafed at her nerves, but she was so tired that she couldn't bother to open her eyes. She would get mad. There was no chance that she was going to let go. But she would do it later on. For now, her siren was throwing a temper tantrum good enough for both of them.

Inez knew without opening her eyes that Killian was in her room. His scent mingled with the comfortingly familiar scent of her sunshine-soaked bedding, light perfand lily-scented room cleaner. Beneath those very comforting scents, there were other scents-Finn, Selene, Edira, Laxus and many others.

Her siren hissed and spat. Sirens were rather possessive creatures, and their possessiveness stretched to their territory as well. And Inez didn't even want to start on how hyper-alert her siren was due to the attack. Because of the attack, she was on edge, upset that so many people had cto her when she was unconscious and not capable of defending herself.

Inez sighed. She forced one of her eyelids open and winced as light attacked her eyes. Her forehead throbbed bad enough to make her close her eyes and never open them again because she knew that it would only exacerbate the dull throb in her head. If she had known that she would be stabbed in the eyes by the sunlight, she wouldn't have opened them.

But then again, she didn't think that she would sleep till the morning. But what else could she expect after getting shot with two tranquilliser shots? They might have taken tto take her down, but eventually they had worked.

Closing her eyes partially, she turned to look around the room and soon found Killian sitting in a small chair next to her bed. His dark, watchful gaze was fixed on her. A hazy memory flashed in her mind, and she furrowed her brows as she looked around the room, trying to find the woman who had saved her life. It was because of Tracy that she was not kidnapped. It was kind of weird that the woman was not next to her.

She swallowed, frowning at the sound of the roll of her throat. "Hey?" She croaked.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. His voice was flat and devoid of any emotions. An ominous sign.

"Like I was drugged the hell out of mine. What tis it now?" "Nine in the morning. You were unconscious for quite a few hours. Though you did wake up around three in the night." "I did?" She didn't recall anything like that.

"Yes. You must have been annoyed by the discussion going on in your bedroom. So you woke up and told everyone to get out and leave you alone because they were so damn noisy, and your head was hurting. Hearing you dishing out orders with that attitude, everyone realised that you were doing better and went back to their lodges." "Why didn't you leave with them? You should have gone to take a nap as well." "I couldn't do that." Inez frowned hard. She knew that Killian was blaming himself for what happened to her last night. She sighed and said to him, "You don't need to -" She sighed again as she realised that even if she said those words, it wouldn't be enough to erase the guilt and responsibility that Killian was feeling at the moment. Alphas were built like that. Even though they were living beings who were allowed to make mistakes, they still acted like they were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders and were not allowed to make a mistake.

So, she changed the topic and asked, "What happened to the witch? Why did she cto look for me?" "She was sent by the pureblood witches to capture you." She listened as Killian told her all about how good ole Macie was sent to the pack's territory by the leader of the halflings after he was promised a life of respect and admiration as a pureblooded wizard. "Do you think that they know—I am a half-blood siren?" Inez couldn't cup with another reason for their actions.

"I don't think that they know that. The witch didn't let any signs of that, but then again, we can never be clear about it, as the pureblood witches would never dabble with the halflings more than they need to. I don't think they will ever leak the information about your identity to a halfling if they knew the truth, that is."

He paused and then continued, "I have ordered a search on Joannes. I plan to pay him a visit today and get pay hima the Client's name. It probably has something to do with the witch they all call the Great One." "I think they know," said Inez softly. "I don't know why else they would chasedown for no other reason?"

"You are forgetting that you are now my woman." Killian reminded her with a soft smile. Witches despise lycans with the spassion as we do. There is a very good chance that they are hunting you down just to mess with me. You never know."

Ah, she forgot about that. Maybe she was just unlucky when it cto love. Every tshe got involved with aman, things would go south in one way or another. "Is the witch dead?" If the answer was 'no', then she was willing to change the status quo. "Finn killed him last night. I was going to do it on my own but—" There was a knock and Killian's words ended with a groan.