Alphas and Mortals (Book 2 in the Alphas Trilogy)

Chapter 2: Hanaleo

I panicked looking at Dick's face that had uncovered my secret. But on the outside, I tried to stay calm.

"The Alpha? You got all of this from four stupid armbands?"

"Yes. Because every Alpha has them. Hana, are you the Alpha?"

I sighed and with a minor squeak of pain, unleashed my black wings. They were not feathery, they were scaly. I had black dragon wings that were veined with gold.

"Good God, you really are the Alpha?"

"Yes."

"Holy shit! I have the fucking Alpha in my home, yet again! Oh shit, shit, shit! You can't tell anyone you were here! What am I going to do? I can't fall for another one, I can't-"

I backed away, startled, my wings flaring out.

"Dick, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on! I am not a girl for you!"

Dick stopped ranting, and stared at me.

"See, the problem for me is that once I meet a strong, independent woman who's also hot, and I get a feel for their personality, no matter if they're snarky, sarcastic, strong tempers or really shy and quiet, or just kind but are stubborn and also have a strong temper, I still fall in love. Not all of them, but typically Alphas. I don't know, I guess I just have a thing for powerful female Alphas, whether they're normal female alphas, or literal Alphas."

I stared at him for a long moment, my usual rough-girl, anger façade fading for a second.

"Uh...But seriously, I am not your type. I am literally Edward from Twilight, but this time around, I'm female and you actually will listen."

"First off, you know nothing about me, second, you're not Edward from Twilight, I can fall for you if I want, you just don't have to fall back."

I tossed my head back and burst into laughter, hoarse, thin laughter that made him flinch.

"I am worth nothing to mortals like you. I am above you all. In order to even get a proper Alpha to love you, you must ascend to immortal status. You, Nightwing, are not a immortal. Also, your pasta's about to boil over," I replied, drawing myself up to my full height, and sending off a powerful aura. Dick whirled around and quickly removed the pot from the stove. He finished the sauce, drained the noodles, mixed the sauce and noodles together and served up two plates. He just handed me a plate and began eating his dinner. I sat there for a moment, contemplating eating my food. I wasn't really hungry, and I hadn't been for a long time. Dick glanced up at me, his eyes narrowing slightly when he noticed I hadn't eaten.

"What, a Alpha like you is too good to eat food made by a mortal?" he asked, looking a bit irritated. I winced.

"No. It's just...I'm not exactly hungry. Unlike most Alphas, I'm the daughter of Hell. He designed me to not be...anything near mortal."

Dick stared at me.

"You're the daughter of Hell?"

I shrugged.

"Yeah?"

"How are you still alive?"

I smirked.

"I followed orders."

"What do you mean by that, you followed orders?"

"I did everything he told me to do."

Dick looked a little bit squeamish as he asked his next question.

"What did he ask you to do?"

I flinched, not exactly wanting to answer that question.

"I, uh, well, see, he asked me to do a ton, of well, uh, murders. And other stuff you definitely don't want to know."