Fractured Alpha (BxB)

{Twenty Eight}

Clad in a sleek, black button-up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his veins on full display, that was slipped into his unblemished, black jeans, Alessio sauntered through the large doors of the discolored, cobblestone castle, his pack following closely behind him. Radiating from his mere presence was a sense of undeniable power, as his hand was tucked in Messiah's.

Be on watch, he addressed to his warriors. We're not sure what the vampires have planned.

Protectively, Aziel and the warriors he assumes power over surronds the Alpha and the soon to be Luna.

Waltzing across the rafters of the high ceilings was chandeliers, their dangling lightbulbs in the hue of black and white. Crimson carpets, stitched out of silk, lined the gray, wooden floors.

The faint scent of blood adorned the opaque, velvet curtains that veil the windows from the sun's warm rays. As the fragrance invaded their noses, the wolves scrunched up their faces in pure distaste.

Over and over, Alessio reminded himself that his presence was for the sake of peace. If at all possible, he'll avoid a war with the vampire population.

Above all, for the sake of his pack.

"Greetings, Shadow Eclipse, Waxing Crescent, Silver Fangs, and Ember Moon," Khali's voice boomed, courtesy of the microphone in his grasp. "I invited you to dine with me. Or us, rather." He emitted a light laugh. "To settle some tension between the vampires and werewolves. No, this wasn't my idea. Actually, the idea was proposed to me by someone I just can't refuse. Personally, I don't mind the mutual dislike between us, but he has been persistent for me to rectify the wrongs my father has committed."

As his amethyst eyes glowed with happiness, mirroring the jagged shards adorning his crown, because he was recently crowned the king of the vampires, Alessio and Messiah shared a wary glance. As long as Alessio had known Khali, he never had someone he cared for enough to obey their every command. With all the vampires bowing down to him, the idea of him admitting defeat was almost laughable.

But as soon as Khali's sparkling eyes fell to the dark-haired Gamma, standing beside Rehan, his chocolate irises blazed into golden.

Alessio's body was gained control of by Aleskei, but the Alpha didn't shift. Are you okay, my love? Messiah whispers through their mind link.

His knuckles almost white, a loud growl flew from his throat and all of the wolves, apart from the other Alphas, bared their necks in submission, but before he could saunter over to him, Octavius flashed him a pleading look.

He knew that every wolf in the room would follow Aleskei's actions and wage war on the king of vampires. Because he was severly outnumbered, Khali would fall.

"Please don't hurt him," Octavius begged him, his voice trembling.

"And why shouldn't I?" Aleskei gritted out. A kaleidoscope of battling emotions soared in his mind, but anger seemed to haze the rest. "What if he hurts you?"

"What if your mate hurts you?" Octavius' voice fell to a low whisper, but Aleskei still heard it.

"Excuse me?" Aleskei shouted in a harsh tone, that made Octavius quiver in fear, from the brass bullets seeped into his words. "How fucking dare you! How could you say that to me? Have you forgotten that I am your Alpha?"

Before Rehan could shift into his pristine, white wolf, Messiah's palms were propped up on his mate's chest. "Listen to me, Aleskei." Aleskei averted his eyes, filled with rage, to his mate. Immediately, his gaze softened. "He's not trying to hurt you. Can't you hear the fear in his voice? Baby, that's his mate. Khali is his mate."