The Alpha's Submissive

Chapter 77

The rain poured heavily as the two wolves stormed at each other with whatever strength was left behind. The gray one, now, wearying with every second passing by while the black wolf stood strong and tall over him. My emotions were tangled. I still wasn't sure if I had given him enough blood to make him win.

His loss would destroy me entirely. I'd blame myself if anything happened to him forward.

The wind remained strong, gushing left and right. The wolves moved in a circle, heads levelled, and eyes glued on each other. I held my breath back. The first one to attack would have a greater chance of winning this. It would then mean his senses were far quicker than the weaker one.

They both came in a union, leaping at the same time before attacking each other. My heart began thudding. I gritted my teeth while watching the black wolf soaring higher than the gray one. When they fell back to the ground, Wayne lunged, gave Grayson the first strike. His claws extended, sharper than usual, before they slid across his face, leaving a brutal mark, and nearly blinding him. The claws were only inches away from Grayson's left eye.

Inches.

My jaw tightened. Wayne swung again, this time with more force, ridding him back to the ground where he sunk his teeth into his raw, gray flesh. A howl split in the silence. I stepped back at the sound of pain. The people on the side, under the shadows, began shooting glances at each other.

Two of them even stepped forward. Warriors.

"Another inch and I'll tear your head!" I snapped at them both and they slowly paced back.

It was a fair fight, and I was going to make sure of that.

Grayson lost his balance after he had been bitten. Walking, let alone getting up from the ground was difficult. Immense blood spilled from the wound, turning the grass red but most of it was washed away with the rainwater. Wayne let out a menacing, hideous growl before he ruthlessly struck at him again, biting him on his right shoulder.

The gray wolf bared his teeth in pain and howled before he plunged his razor-sharp claws into Wayne's wolf, splitting through his belly and injuring him worse. I gasped and my eyes widened. My nose flared before I began rushing toward black wolf who fell on the ground beside gray one.

By the time I reached, the gray one was gone, dead. There was no sound of his heartbeat nor his breathing. His blood continued dirtying the grass, but he ceased to exist.

Just like that.

My heart tightened. I stepped forward and away from the gray wolf. Reaching the black wolf, I wrapped my arms around him, praying with all my heart that he was still alive.

"Wayne?" I whispered, shaking him.

He turned, his eyes wide open but his face brimming with pain. Slow, shuddering howls escaped his mouth.

It took me only seconds before tears appeared in my eyes. "It's okay. I'm here. He's dead. Grayson's dead." I looped my arm underneath his head and whispered, "Please, shift." His heartbeat was against my fingertips, I could feel, all of it.

He groaned in pain and twisted around. My chest rose and dropped. My hand moved over to his stomach where he had been clawed by another Alpha. The gashes were deeper, much worse than the one he had on his leg. When I looked at the wound, I cried and immediately turned my head around.

"Please. Shift. I'll take care of you, Wayne." I begged.

He needed to shift. It was the only way he could heal. If he didn't shift, he'd die, right here, right in my arms and I wasn't ready to let him go—I was never going to be ready.

His bones cracked once more, he growled in pure pain before struggling to shift back. It took him several tries, and he failed most of the time. Each time, it weakened him even more. I sat right beside him, hoping he would be able to shift. At last, he managed to shift and when he did, I gasped upon seeing the gashes over his bare stomach.

He laid on his back, breathing heavily. His own blood turned his body red. Breaths barely left his throat. I placed my hand over his wound, stopping the blood from spilling anymore. My head ran in circles. I was unsure of what to do. We weren't in our town or even our territory. There was no one here that we knew, no one that would help us, especially not after Wayne killed their Alpha.

I had to take him home, but I couldn't take him like this. I needed for him to heal, even if it was a little.

"Take my blood, Wayne." I offered him my wrist while maintain pressure over his wound.

"No," He snarled at me before turning his face. "I can't."

"Why not?" I grew fumed. "Take it. It will help you to heal. You're lacking blood, that's why you cannot heal now." I told him in a softer tone while pressing my wrist against his mouth.

He grabbed it and moved it aside, "I can't. I'll weaken you..." He croaked out.

"I don't care."

"You need blood, Clara. You need for yourself and if you're—pregnant, you need it. I already took enough..." His head continued to shake while his eyes began drifting shut. "I can't take anymore."

"I don't care. Do you think I'm going to fucking live if you're gone? Do you think anything is going to happen if I'm gone? Take my blood. I don't want you to die for me. I want you to live for me, Wayne. Please." Tears burned in my eyes and my chest tightened further. My breaths became shallow as I looked away from Wayne, unable to even think of what would happen if he was gone.

I wouldn't live.

Wet hair covered my face as I sobbed silently to myself. It hurt me when I left him a year ago, but this was much, much worse than any pain I had ever felt. My soul was bonded with Wayne's, I couldn't imagine breathing if he wasn't breathing the same air as I was, I couldn't imagine living if he wasn't living with me.

When his fingers wrapped around my wrist, I turned and watched him as he took my wrist into his mouth and bit down hard. The pain was barely noticeable. A warm smile spread over my face, and I sighed in relief as he drank my blood.

His body jerked up a little as he drew his wrist away from my mouth. I moved my hand underneath his head and held him closer to my chest as his body took time to heal. His eyes were large, wide open when he raised his head to look at me.

"It's all over." He breathed those words out, finally.

I took another breath and nodded, "Yes. It is."

It finally was. My mother, an abomination to the werewolf world, was dead and whatever she had created was going to be in our possession. The sole poison she thought would destroy us only toughened us. Though, we had to brace ourselves and our hunger for the rest of our lives, but we knew that we had protected everyone else from turning into a monster.

But were we monsters anymore?

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