Possessive Alpha Kaden ✔️

Chapter 36

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"Any minute now."

Allivander's grip on the back of my neck is tight, his warm breath souring against the wet, tear stained skin of my cheek. The knife he is holding against my neck is long, jagged, and pressing deep enough to draw blood, the thick black liquid dripping down and staining the neck of my hoodie.

He's expecting Kaden to find me, to sense the death of Lyle on his pack lands.

I can't even look at him.

Allivander stood me right in front of him and made me look, but I won't look anymore. He won't even let me close his eyes, so those brown irises that used to hold so much love and compassion are now empty and lifeless and staring into nothing.

"Why'd you have to kill him?" I sob quietly, tears falling harder as the cold steel of the knife is pressed further into my neck. I'm speaking to him, whilst trying to call out to Shiva in my head, hoping and praying that she can hear me. "Did he really have to die?"

Allivander tuts continuously next to my ear, shuffling his feet as he moves ya from side to side in the clearing as his eyes dart around to look for any signs of movement. He's no longer Mark, his faces void of any substance. "Don't you get it, Lola? You're all going to die sooner or later. No supernatural creature is getting out of this alive. You'll be next to die, and once you do, everyone else will follow."

"But you've already lost." I choke against the frigid steel of the blade, spots dancing my vision as the pressure on my carotid becomes too much. "You're dying, and you're going to die before you finish this pissing contest with my mate because Shiva has almost finished rejecting you."

I'm not lying. The white veins dancing across his pale blue skin in a similar pattern to my own have almost reached his brain, their icy fingertips clawing at the blood vessels on his neck as they complete their climb. No matter how immortal he believes he is, with his Faerie heart and vampire blood, he went too far with using my wolf and it will kill him.

A poison that can kill a wolf can kill anything, especially if the poison is themselves.

I heard my father say that once when at a funeral for a boy who's wolf rejected him about 8 years ago, and I knew it had significance.

I looked it up and found it from an old scripture that alphas hold sacred, and the words are used and upheld in the highest honour. Kaden will have read them, just like my father read his, as it is essential to a male Alpha's ritual ceremony. The Female alpha ascension ceremony is similar, though they read the scripture of Luna herself, they hold their own specific words dear.

The scripture states that a wolf bite can kill any supernatural creature. The toxins in our saliva are deadly to any creature that is not our own. The toxin morphs, latches onto DNA in any being and kills them very quickly. Only humans aren't affected because half of our own werewolf DNA is human.

The spirit of the wolf rejecting their human host is like a werewolf biting a vampire. It poisons the DNA, morphs it, makes it defective. It's slow and painful for the toxins aren't released in a bite, so they don't enter the bloodstream directly.

Allivander is dying, and his small overlook on werewolf tragedy is how I'm going to kill him.

I can't bite him myself, now not having a wolf would make it harmless and make him angry. But I have a plan, and I hope to god that Kaden understands me so that it can work.

A twig snaps nearby and Allivander flinches, spinning us around quickly to face whatever is coming out of the woods. He is no longer the composed madman who tried to kill multiple races, he's become a lunatic with his sanity attached on its very last, very thin string.