Enslaved by the Alpha

Chapter 15

I pulled myself to my feet and stared off in the direction the howls emitted from, contemplating whether to do the smart thing and turn-tail... or the heartfelt thing and go back. After all he's done for me, it'd be cruel of me to abandon him. But going back would mean dying. Now the consistent question is being asked and the answer I always dodged is being forced from me. Am I truly willing to give my life for him? Does he mean that much to me?

"Fuck," I exhaled in frustration.

My gaze darted in the direction of the wolf pack then forward into the human town, feeling conflicted on what choice to make—the most important choice I've ever had to make.

Scrunching my face, I turned toward the town and took a step only to be halted by the loudest, deepest howl I've ever heard. Everything in me clenched and goosebumps covered my skin, making me inhale sharply as if my body knew exactly who it belonged it.

I dropped my eyes to the ground in instant shame, tightness piercing my chest with tears flooding my eyes, blurring my vision.

Was it frustration? Pent up anger? I couldn't say for sure what it was that caused me to feel like death had its hooks embedded deep into me, but I knew what it wasn't. I've experienced anger, frustration, and all the in between on every level, from clenching fists to seeing red. I've felt every form they came in. This feeling is different—it's foreign to me.

The same howl filled the air and I whipped my head in that direction, exhaling shakily as the tears fell freely. It felt like he was calling for me and I wanted to be the one to save him this time. I also wanted to save myself for once.

My body remained planted in this spot while the internal conflict continued and it killed me inside. Doing nothing because of emotion is far worse than making a choice based on emotion.

The scent of blood suddenly filled my senses, then something in me snapped back into place and I bolted to find the origin. The scent led me toward the war and the closer I got, the stronger it became, and the quicker I pushed myself to go, reaching speeds I never had before.

My feet halted when I came up on the massacre playing out before me, my panicked eyes jumping from dead body to dead animal while the live ones proceeded to fight. Wolves and people dropped like flies, tearing into each other like the beasts we always claim not to be.

My gaze moved along everyone, and I didn't have the slightest clue as to what I was searching for, but my eyes did. They settled on a massive wolf wearing a coat of thick, wavy black fur covered in patches of blood. I caught a glimpse of its bright green eyes that seemed to glow and recognized him on the spot. Foam and saliva dripped from his lips as his jaws snapped at the three vampires circling him.

Tension left my body seeing him and I couldn't help but stay beside the tree, watching him dodge every strike they made and successfully land every shot back.

Furrowing my brows, I began to frown in suspicion. They're no match for an Alpha. It was clear these vampires are amateurs. They looked very young, like they haven't even hit the age they'll be forever. Then my gaze snapped over at the movement a few meters behind him to see Valentino and it all made perfect sense.

They're decoys.

No.

He approached Draven from behind while he was distracted and a surge of adrenaline showered over me, filling me with a feeling I haven't felt in decades. My feet kicked off and I charged straight into the fight, my focus set on Cyprian. He neared an oblivious Draven and the sensation constricted my muscles, tearing their every last fibre, sending an excruciating amount of pain through me that brought tears to my eyes.