The Alpha's Instinct (Boyxboy)

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Battle at Eastern

Part Six

Sam

Don’t worry Sam. Dallas has a plan. Attack when he does.

 

Zack’s voice entered my mind as I gaped at the scene unfolding in front of me. Some huge dude named Rocky had a gun at my best friends head—but apparently he had a plan.

Before I could even try and decipher what it was, Rocky was on his ass and his gun had flown across the room. Shit does this mean I have to fight now?

A blow to my abdomen answered that question for me. I looked up angrily and was met with the face of the disgusting rogue we had captured. His eyes were shifting in all directions and he was drooling. I sprung forward and dove my claw right under his heart. He yelped as I continued thrusting my claw up—trying my hardest to kill the bastard. His flailing limbs began to settle and his eyes fell signaling my victory.  His body collapsed on my arm—my paw still inside him—and I recoiled in disgust, tossing his body aside and scanning the area for any more threats. In front of me Dallas was pummeling in Caleb’s face. Caleb was the man who said that he hurt Troye-- no wonder Dallas was beating the absolute shit out of him.

The guy was barely conscious from the impact of Dallas’ fists on his body. He was spitting up blood. Dallas pulled away from the man for a second, catching his breath. But then the man smiled, and hell, Dallas did not like that. He charged forward, ramming Caleb into the wall. He pulled himself off him, then grabbed his neck and hoisted him up off the ground, slowly cutting off his air supply.

I cringed, but didn’t say anything. If Dallas wanted to kill him, so be it. He deserved it.

“Dallas!”

I turned around to see Cody watching the same scene I was watching. He had screamed Dallas’ name to get his attention. Dallas snapped his neck in Cody’s direction displaying a menacing glare.

Cody didn’t seemed too phased by it. “The goal of a scout is to capture the enemy not kill him!”

Dallas sneered at Cody’s words. “Well I’m not a fucking scout. I am an Alpha.”

And with those final words, Dallas plunged his claws into Caleb’s heart with as much hate and anger as I’ve ever seen in my entire 18 years of existence. As Caleb fell to the ground Dallas watched him the whole time, a sinister look in his eyes. Dallas looked truly evil for the first time in his life.

A frightening growl in front of me turned my attention away from Dallas. It was the she wolf with the blue hair challenging me to a fight. I scoffed at her. Seriously?

She charged towards me, her fists swinging. But before she could even touch me, my leg shot out causing her to tumble to the ground. She squealed and turned to fight one of the scouts, obviously annoyed that I didn’t fight fairly. I smirked.

In front of me was that weird guy Damien, standing there in the middle of all the fighting. He was examining something on his nail, seemingly oblivious to the entire situation going on around him.

“What the hell are you doing just standing there?” I yelled, stepping up to him. He glanced up at me and smiled.

“I could ask you the same thing Sam,” he responded quietly. His voice was low and soothing to the ear. I just glared back at him.

“Well then let me ask you something. Why are you so indifferent to this whole situation when you’re the one orchestrating it?” I asked.

His eyes dashed back and forth, latched on to something behind me—he wasn’t listening to me.