The heartless mafia Alpha king

Chapter 53

Did you miss me? 🤭

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"Marcos?"

He heard his mate's call, the voice filled with so much fear his heart grew cold.

Earlier~

Barely with a few seconds left before the blood moon, Marcos felt his mate's fear coursing through the wolf bond.

He was shot, the wound bleeding so much, it scared even him.

That bastard Adams!

Marcos didn't know what kind of bullet he was shot with, but it was messing with his brain and body. The unknown chemical caused him to revert to a half-man, half-wolf form.

He couldn't change back to his human form no matter how hard he tried, it proved useless. He didn't want his mate to see him like this, especially on a day like this or history was going to repeat itself.

"Your Highness!"

Of the three guards that remained, plus the driver, one in particular, was bold enough to call him. "Your Highness, you need to seek help from the pack's hospital." He spoke with so much concern, that his frowning face resembled that of an old man.

"No need." Marcos dismissed, turning his gaze out the window.

Due to the last attack, and how depleted the men were, five grown muscular men squeezed into the car. Fortunately, the car had enough space, or Marcos would have gone crazy.

He felt his wolf stirring on the surface of his mind, clawing to get out and in control.

That scared Marcos a lot because his wolf had never done that.

Due to his mother's bloodline, strays were never in contact with their wolf parts. Their other personality was suppressed by their human and magical counterparts than regular wolves.

That was the main reason strays were never affected by the blood moon.

"Grr!" He suddenly growled, making the men in the car jump and become tense. "What the f*ck was in that bullet?!"

Marcos felt the veins in his body pumping and despite the fur that clouded every part of his body, sweat stuck on him, drenching his tattered clothes.

He groaned, the wound on his stomach pulsing as his body tried to heal the wound and force the bullet out of his system but the damned bullet kept moving like it was taking a swim in his bloodstream.

"Stop the car!" Marcos snapped, a vein prominent on his face. The vein pulsed, as he growled again, this time, his hand clutching the door's handle.

"Stop the fucking car!" He ordered with a guttural growl, his eyes flashing a myriad of colors.

A few whines escaped the throats of his men, their heads and necks bent in submission.

The car came to a stop, and without a second thought, he flew out of the car leaving only an afterimage.

"Your Highness!"

He heard one of his men calling but ignored it.
Marcos drove to the woods, his two feet covering miles as he ran. The night's darkness does nothing to hinder him.

He ran with hazy red eyes, his vision tinged in the color.

With his snout raised to the air, he sniffed, coming to a stop.