Chapter 117: _ Bellamy Jerks

Chapter 117: _ Bellamy Jerks

"Ever had a threesome, Heidi?" That’s what Heidi thought she heard Morgan breathe into her neck, but the Alpha Boy steps forward before anyone else can breathe a word.

His jaw is tight, straight backed, and claws still out but lowered. His voice trembles with the sound of the respect he’s clearly forcing onto his tongue.

"Since you’re here... our fears have lessened. We know we’ll be protected." He bows his head slightly, as if the act costs him blood. "We’ve been searching for food. If the Alphas can help us, then..."

Heidi almost laughs. Of course he’d try to butter them up now. But then again... she can’t deny it. She presses her lips together and thinks, Well, he’s not wrong. If there’s one thing those arrogant jerks can actually do, it’s survive. They are after all, experienced Alpha wolves, and that can indeed go a long way in this hellhole.

Morgan and Grayson glance at each other soundlessly. That syncing smirk and an unspoken joke is what is passing between them like static. Heidi tries to read their twin cryptic body language, but the truth is, she doesn’t really know these two that well. The few times she’s had an encounter with them, it’s been them dominating and bullying her.

This is by far, the least hostile they’ve ever been to her, even though Grayson’s words about a threesome prickles the skin behind her ears. What the hell is that supposed to mean?! She screams in her head, feeling the wave of nausea mercilessly attacking her at the thought.

She squints her eyes at the silence of the twins right before they each burst into a synchronizing laughter. Hell, it’s not just chuckles but real sharp laughter that echoes in the hollow night air and cuts through the Alpha Boy’s reverence like a blade.

Morgan’s laugh is low and velvet-edged, while Grayson’s is bright, almost boyish. Together, it’s unnerving.

"You think we came here to babysit?" Morgan asks, his grin flashing like teeth in a predator’s snarl.

"We only came for Heidi," Grayson says with a shrug, like he’s reading her name from a scripture. "Why on earth would we waste our time helping any of you?"

Heidi’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. For a second, she thinks her ears are starting to malfunction. Did they just declare not giving a damn about the other lives before them, kids who are their kind and now share the same lineage with them?

Indeed, these two are their father’s sons. They definitely sound like the school officials, and pack leaders. The anger burning inside Heidi is a fire she can’t put out.

"What?" she blurts out in a scoff. "Are you kidding me?"

Her hands fly up in disbelief, fingers shaking with the sheer audacity. "I know you two are jerks, but this? You seriously expect me to believe you’ve got no ounce of responsibility toward the pack? Toward the mission and us, who are risking our lives for this? Do you have an idea how many of us have died in this place since we got here?!"

Grayson tilts his head as if she’s said something quaint and amusing. Morgan just shrugs, rolling his broad shoulders and looking utterly unapologetic.

"Why should we?" Morgan’s tone is almost lazy, but his eyes burn. "The pack’s already screwed. You think your little activism tour is going to change anything?"

Oh, there it is, Heidi thinks. The Bellamy twins in their natural habitat: arrogant as hell. Her wolf stirs in her chest, tail wagging despite the insult.

"He makes a point. He’s just being honest, lovie." Her wolf so shamelessly points out.

"Honest?!" Heidi snaps aloud, startling Val beside her. She pinches the bridge of her nose. "Sorry. Talking to myself."

She doesn’t know what to name this wolf of hers yet, but whatever it is, ’shameless’ will be the middle name, Heidi decides.

Morgan arches a brow, smirking as usual. Grayson’s lips twitch, like he’s trying not to laugh again. Heidi hates them both in that moment. Hates them so much her chest aches.

She scoffs loudly. "If you won’t help, then don’t get in our way."

The Alpha Boy blinks at her, startled. The others shift uncomfortably, unsure if they should back her or stay silent. Heidi doesn’t care. She squares her shoulders, facing the group of seven Moon Blessed.

"Listen," she says, projecting her voice and trying to sound every bit like the leader she swore she wasn’t. "Since the treehouse seems vacant, we’re taking it. We’ll occupy it until further notice, so one of us should go get the others. It’s at least, safer than standing here with our claws out like idiots."

Val grins, nodding approvingly. "Now that’s a plan I can get behind."

Grayson scoffs, finally stepping forward with shadows clinging to his form like they know who they belong to. His eyes settle on Heidi’s with a cold pleasure that makes her stomach knots.

"You’re not actually thinking of ditching us here, are you?" His voice is deceptively soft.

Heidi lifts her chin. "Why shouldn’t I? It’s clear you only care about yourselves. So yes, I am ditching you."

Her wolf whimpers. "Don’t make them mad. They’re our mates, girl!"

Shut up,

Morgan sighs theatrically, dragging a hand through his dark hair. "Okay, you want to go? Fine. But what if... What if we know where to find food?"

The words drop like a bomb. The seven Moon Blessed stiffen instantly with their ears twitching, claws flexing at the mention of food. Even Heidi feels the jolt of temptation ripple down her spine as her stomach growls hungrily again.

Hmm... Well, for one, she knows Morgan and Grayson can’t be taken for their words. For all they care, they could just be lying to waste their time right now.

She folds her arms tightly, narrowing her eyes. "Where?"

Grayson squints and then winks at her. "Not where. Who."

Heidi’s brows knit. "What the hell does that even mean..."

Before she can finish, movement shifts behind them and out of the shadows themselves comes shapes peel into existence. At a glance, they are humans with skin pale as wax, eyes glowing faintly red in the gloom, but for the Moon Blessed who have had horrifying experiences earlier, they know better.

B-but... they weren’t there before. They shouldn’t be there.

A handful of human-looking demons step forward, each one grinning with mouths just a little too wide and teeth just a little too sharp. Their presence warps the air like heat ripples over asphalt.

Heidi’s heart drops to her stomach. Her wolf goes rigid, ears flat.

"Demons!" She shouts, claws bursting out. "Everyone, be at alert!"

Oh, God, not when they were starting to get somewhere! How the hell did the twins not sense the presence of the demons lurking behind them? Heidi can’t even think straight as her thoughts overlaps.

The treehouse sways under the sudden movement as the Moon Blessed snap to attention. Val curses under her breath, eyes glowing, and claws extended. The Alpha Boy snarls and steps forward, shoulders squared as he shields the others.

Morgan just leans casually against a support beam, twirling his glowing aether blade like he’s at a fencing match. "Relax, you morons. They’re friends."

W-what?!

What did he just say?

"Friends? You—you brought demons here? Are you insane?" Heidi bellows, not giving a batshit about her tone.

These damn twins have gone too far this time. What on earth were they thinking, huh?!

Grayson rolls his eyes, sucking his teeth in the process. "No. We let them find us. There’s a difference." He glances at the demons, who wait obediently like wolves at heel. "And unlike you, they know how to follow orders."

Heidi’s claws shake with the urge to rake down his stupid, perfect face. Her wolf, however, is humming like she’s at a damn concert.

Her wolf sighs like a lovesick puppy. "So commanding. So powerful. Imagine what else he could order us to..."

Shut. Up. Heidi growls internally, cheeks blazing hot.

The Moon Blessed look torn between awe and terror. Val sidles closer to Heidi, smiling sheepishly. "So... is this the part where we run?"

"No," Heidi mutters, glaring at the twins. "This is the part where we figure out what fresh hell these two just dragged us into."

The Moon Blessed are braced for slaughter. However, the demons stand silent, pale as carved wax figures, and waiting like obedient statues. Then, out of nowhere, one of them moves.

She’s older than the others, gray streaking her dark hair and her face is mapped with lines. She looks about in her fifties, though the glowing red eyes betray her humanity. Her hands are folded primly, like a grandmother greeting unexpected guests.

Her voice is so clear and utterly human when she speaks. "We don’t want trouble. We only wanted our home back. The dark ones took it from us. These boys..." she nods toward Morgan and Grayson like they’re neighborhood handymen who fixed her leaking roof, "...helped us take it back."

The platform creaks under the group’s shifting weight as silence blankets them at the words drifting into their ears. So now what? It’s wolves helping demons in their territory now?

"Wait... what?" Val blurts. She lowers her claws halfway, gaping. "Did that demon just... thank them?"

Heidi’s brain can’t catch up. One second she was ready to dive claws-first into a fight for her life, the next, the middle-aged demon is speaking with the politeness of a PTA mom.

No. No way. This is not happening.

Her wolf coos. "See? Even demons love them. Our mates are irresistible."

"Shut up," Heidi hisses under her breath.

The woman, or demon, or whatever, keeps talking, unbothered. "As a token of our gratitude, we don’t mind sheltering the rest of you in our homes. The treehouses are yours to use. And we will feed you. Until you are ready to leave."