Alpha Loren

Chapter 208

An hour later, I found myself piled in the back of a truck with six or seven of Andrea's men and the light

in my life, Luciano. Andrea still roamed the drive, going from truck to chuck and giving orders whilst we

just sat patiently. I still had no idea what exactly we were waiting for or why I was involved but I

suppose it was an entertaining break from day after day of existing solely in that house which was

beginning to drive me insane.

Luciano sat next to me, far too close to comfort. Space was not abundant but there was no need for

such extreme proximity.

"Are you a half-wit?" Luciano hissed in my ear.

I was well accustomed to insults from Luciano but this one seemed to come from nowhere.

"Why the fuck didn't you shoot him?" he added in a low growl.

I looked up at him and frowned, "Who's side are you really on?"

"Just answer the fucking question," he snapped.

I looked down at my hands, "I couldn't. I don't know why."

"I didn't know you were capable of such weakness," he scoffed. "He's properly got you wrapped around

his little finger."

Of course, I didn't reply to this remark. He was right and I hated it.

"What's he doing differently? Why were you never afraid of Leo or Max or me?" he questioned.

"Leo would never hurt me and yours and Max's powers were limited with him around. Yours still is with

Andrea. I can sense that he has authority," I replied.

A realisation then hit me.

"...Which is why you wanted me to kill him...you want him dead in the same way you want Leo dead. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Otherwise, you've just gone from living under the rule of one Alpha to another," I said.

He bit his cheek.

"My only regret is being born only the second cousin to a Megestanis," he said.

"You're getting a bit old to be searching for power, surely?" I asked. "You turn 30 this year, right?"

"There's nothing holding me back."

"Except the King of North America and the King of South America," I mumbled.

"I plan to let them kill each other," he replied. "Don't worry, cuz. I've got it all figured out."

He then winked and a few seconds later, Andrea climbed up into the truck.

"Family bonding, huh?" he asked. "Cute."

After roughly ruffling my hair, he sat on the other side of me.

"Vamos!" he shouted and the wheels of the truck began to move.

"Andrea, please tell me where we're going," I pleaded.

"Disney world," he remarked.

I let out a frustrated sigh.

"Stop asking questions, Blanca. It's fucking annoying," he said.

For the next hour, I sat quietly. The road was bumpy and I was squished between the broad shoulders

of Luciano and Andrea. Venezuela's weather was also excruciatingly hot and in the stuffy truck, the

heat was intense.

At one point, Andrea thrust me a bottle of water. He had already drunk half of it and the water was

warm and thick but it somehow still refreshed me.

Even when the truck came to a slow halt, I still had no idea what was going on. I glanced around at the

other men in the truck. Their faces were stern and serious but with an underlying tension that paired

with the silence, left an uncomfortable apprehension.

"Posiciones," Andrea said. "Ahora!"

The men, including Luciano, all gathered their guns and filed out of the truck.

"See ya later, cuz," Luciano said as he left.

"Blanca, you're with me," Andrea said taking my wrist. "Come."

The sunlight burnt my eyes at first as I tried to glance around. Before I had the chance to adjust,

Andrea had pulled me into the thick vegetation and the trucks, which now were moving out, kicked up

enough dust to cloud my vision anyway.

We moved only a couple of metres through the jungle before he pulled me down to a crouch, facing out

into a clearing, where the trucks had been.

"You stay with me no matter what, got it?" he said pulling me closer to his side.

"Why don't I get a gun?" I asked looking around at all his men that had slipped into the cover of the

jungle, only visible if you knew what to search for, who all held big guns wit smaller ones in their belts

and pickets.

"Something tells me you'd be reluctant to shoot..." he said.

For hours we sat in that bush. Even through torrential rain which soaked us to the skin. Occasionally,

Andrea would produce a scrap of food from his pockets and had the decency to offer me some.

"It can't be long now," he said at some point.

We had exchanged very few words. He seemed to have no interest in talking to me and I certainly

didn't want to speak to him so I just let him obsessively watch the clearing, gun in hand, his eyes

fixated on what to me was just grass and emptiness.

At long last, his walky-talky buzzed.

Luciano's voice came through in a fuzzy hum, "I've spotted them only a mile away. It won't be long."

Andrea's lips curled into an excited grin.

"Do you see faces?" he asked.

"I see Max...Luca...Blair, Mateo and of course, Leonardo," he replied. "There's a convoy of soldiers

too."

My face dropped as Andrea's only brightened.

"Get the men ready," he replied.

"No," I whispered.

"I'm afraid so," he said. "It's time your Alpha took his last breath."

I felt my heart rate rocket until it pounded in my ears and the blood pulsed throughout me.

This can't be happening.