The Alpha's Addiction [BXB]

Chapter 31: Attack

I don't know where I'm going, exactly. I'm jogging, attempting to save my energy in case I have to sprint later on.

What I want to do is find where the other warriors are. I'm also worried about Morgan, who wasn't working at the school today. He'd gone out in the morning. I'm sure Xavier went to go meet him, but who knows if he made it in time. The attack started not long after he left.

I run past a row of houses when I hear a panicked scream. I halt immediately, pressing my back up against a wall. I scoot along it as the noises of pain continue. It sounds like a teenage boy.

I take the chance to peek in the gap between two houses, nearly gasping when I see the young alpha boy pressed against the wall, struggling as the huge, older, and clearly enemy male holds him like that.

He's going to kill him.

This alpha is going to kill this boy who's barely lived his life yet, just because he despises Cyrus's pack. He must be part of one of the packs that rejected alliances with Nightshade out of bitterness. How he can take it out on an obvious civilian, evident by his lack of weapon or fighting garbs, is lost on me.

I think about my own son, how devastated I would be if this was his fate. So I don't think, I just do. I lunge from the shadows, ambushing the assailant from behind. He lets out a ferocious roar as I sink my knife into his left shoulder. 

Seconds later he's bucking me off of him with a powerful elbow to the gut and I let out a silent cry as the air leaves my lungs. I slam into the wall of one of the houses, pain in my nose as half my face takes the impact. I hear no crack, but feel the hot trickle of blood down my mouth and chin.

I blink away the fogginess, registering that the alpha has let go of the teenager to redirect his vengeance at me.

"The fuck? An omega?" he growls, eyes glowing in fury. He gestures to the teen, who looks white as a sheet from fear. "This your alpha? Bit young for you, ain't he? Bet he doesn't know what to do with all that,"

I grit my teeth as his repulsive gaze trails down my curved figure. Curse alphas. Can they not stop being perverts even in the middle of an attack?! What do I have to do to be taken seriously, and not seen as some sexual prize?

I throw the mustard seed powder in his face.

He roars, hands going to claw at his face as my mixture does its work of burning those sleazy eyeballs of his. By his choked coughing, he must have inhaled it, too. Good. I waste no time. I dart past him, grabbing the arm of the young alpha who's been frozen in some kind of stupor, unable to remove himself from harm's way.

He stumbles after me as I pull him in the direction of the Pack House. He'll be safe there. It's at the heart of the pack, so most of the attackers won't have reached it yet. It is also where many of the children, omegas, and civilians were herded to at the first sound of the alarm horn.

When we reach the large structure, he roughly pulls out of my grip. "Hey, I can take it from here," he snaps before panting harshly from our sprint, bracing his hands on his knees.

I frown at his accusatory tone. "Are you seriously being a prick right now?"

"F-fuck, I didn't need an omega to save me!"

I roll my eyes at the insecure little fucker. "Don't scream like a pup next time, then,"

His face reddens at my words and he quickly runs to the Pack House. Once he's inside, I turn and go off in the other direction. Alphas' fragile masculinity is so laughable. He was probably worried his friends would see him from the windows of the Pack House, being guided by an omega, of all things, to safety. How embarrassing! Yet, he had no problem grasping my hand for dear life the entire way here. It's still wet with sweat from his clammy hands, and I wipe it off on my leathers.

I jog along the path, keeping an eye and ear out for any signs of fighting. Moon Goddess forbid a pup is stuck out here, lost and scared.

Aside from caring about innocent lives, as any person with a heart should... I also want to prove myself. Not just to Cyrus, but to this Pack. But the reason why is almost too embarrassing to admit.

Because you want to show them you are worthy of being their Luna. Of standing at Cyrus's side.

My wolf pushes the thought forward despite my unwillingness to hear it. He always gives me the hard truths!

I hate feeling inadequate. I hate holding myself back from truly being with Cryus because of my fears. Is it time I start accepting--

"There you are, you little minx!" A huge weight pounces on me and I'm slammed into the ground. "What the fuck was that back there?!" the same, cruel alpha's voice growls into my ear.

He roughly flips me over on my back and grabs my face, glaring down at me with hate in his red, swollen eyes. "You thought a petty little trick was all it would take to fight me off? Pathetic,"

He enunciates the last word so hard droplets of spit fly from his mouth. I cringe at the feel of them landing on my cheeks. I need to think fast. I have my knife in my holster still; he hasn't seemed to have noticed it through his haze of rage yet. My right arm isn't restrained, either, giving me perfect access. 

"Fuck, I wanna kill you. But it'd also be a waste," he jerks my face back and forth to take me in, the pressure of his fingers sure to leave bruises. "I'd like those plump lips wrapped around my cock, but you'd bite, wouldn't you?"

I shoot a defiant, withering look up at him. Fuck his disgusting little fantasies. "You know what I'd like? Your head on a spike,"

"Fiesty little thing," he smirks, "Maybe I'll take you back with me. But I don't really want to share my spoils of war..."

He actually trails off, lost in thought about this apparent conundrum, and I can't believe how stupid lust makes alphas. I make my move. 

My hand slips lightning fast to my sheath and I pull the dagger out, angling it right up into his heart--

A deafening roar shakes the ground and the alpha is being ripped off me by a huge, black mass of fur. Blood sprays in an arc as the wolf tears through his body with its jaws, leaving me splattered in the metallic substance. 

I blink as the wolf discards the bloody heap of what remains of the alpha to the side, its piercing blue eyes turning to face me. 

Cyrus.

And oh, he looks furious.