Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 41 Unexpected SheWolf

Hunter Leto P.O.V

The alley was a dark, oppressive cocoon, fractured only by the harsh staccato of bodies hitting the pavement and the acrid scent of blood mingling with the night air. My forehead pulsed with the aftermath of a brutal impact, yet the throbbing pain was overshadowed by a surge of unrelenting rage.

The man in front of me lay sprawled, unconscious, his eyes rolled back in a grotesque display of vulnerability. A twisted satisfaction curled my lips as I surveyed the trio attempting to restrain me. I counted aloud, each number dripping with a chilling calmness. "One. Two. Three."

Three. They'd thought three would be enough to subdue me. A derisive scoff escaped my lips, followed by a dark, sadistic chuckle that reverberated through the narrow confines of the alley.

With a swift, brutal elbow to the right, I drove my sharp claws into his chest, the flesh yielding to my onslaught. His howl of agony filled the air, and he released his grip, allowing me to shove him away. The satisfaction was short-lived as a blow to the back of my head sent a fresh wave of pain surging through me.

Fury ignited in my chest, my gaze zeroing in on the regret seeping from the eyes of the man to my left. His bravado barely concealed the dawning realization of his grave mistake. My right hand clenched into a fist, and I swung with swift, unforgiving retribution. The sickening crack of breaking bone was accompanied by a whimper drowned out by the flow of crimson from his shattered nose.

He stumbled backward, clutching his stomach in agony, as the chaotic dance in the alley continued—a frenetic ballet of defiance and revenge, set to the soundtrack of pain and retribution in the dimly lit shadows.

A cry of agony escaped my lips as claws raked down my back, igniting a searing pain that only fueled my fury. Spinning around, I seized the attacker by the neck, my grip tightening as my left fist hammered mercilessly into his face. His nose bled, his lips split, and bruises bloomed across his cheekbones, painting a grim portrait of his suffering.

The man I'd previously thrown against the wall lunged at me once more. With a snarl, I redirected his trajectory, sending him crashing into his comrade. The alley echoed with groans of pain, mingling with the cacophony of the brawl.

The broken-nosed assailant, now half-shifting into wolf form, approached with misplaced confidence. My growl cut through the air like a declaration of dominance. Despite the wound on my back healing, the situation was spiraling beyond control. They needed to submit.

"I'm an Alpha!" I roared, baring my canines in a fierce display of authority. The previously unconscious one stirred, groaning, as the others hesitated, their defiance wavering but not yet broken.

"I'm naturally stronger than all of you here!" I asserted, frustration lacing my words. "Bow down to me."

Their defiance held, their loyalty to an unseen Alpha unshaken. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with the promise of a confrontation that extended far beyond the alley's confines.

A familiar voice shattered the tumult, freezing everyone in their tracks. Noah, the man whose authority loomed over us all, stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock at the chaos before him.

He stormed toward me, his face a mask of outrage. A slap across my cheek snapped my head to the side, and I growled, struggling to suppress the surge of anger that threatened to erupt.

"You have no right to lay a finger on me." I stated, my voice deceptively calm, masking a simmering storm beneath.

"Why not? I'm the Alpha here. I do whatever I want." he retorted, his arrogance a thin veil over his growing unease.