The Hybrid (Alpha Trilogy #2)

Chapter 38

Red

One of the warriors hands me a pair of jeans that he got from one of the hidden supplies. I hurriedly put them on, laying my mate on the ground gently before picking her up again and taking her to the pack house to see the doctor. Her head is bleeding badly and I'm close to freaking out.

Doctor is already waiting for me when I reach the house, leading me into the infirmary. I lay Skye on the bed, pressing a kiss to her head. "I will be back my love. I will get our children back. I swear it to you. Just stay strong and heal. I love you." I whisper into her ear then kiss her soft lips again before leaving her with Doc. I have to get our babies back, fast.

I walk out of the house with quick and determined steps, passing by the warriors waiting outside. "I'm going after the rogues who kidnapped my children. You're going to stay here and keep my mate safe. When Brian arrives, tell him what happened and say I asked him to not let Skye leave the house." I tell them seriously, getting firm nods in response from all of them, then use my speed to follow the faint trail that the rogues left behind them.

Those fuckers messed with the wrong person, I'm going to fucking obliterate that whole rogue pack with my own hands! No one goes after my family and gets away with it.

I'm the Beast's son, the first hybrid!

I follow the trail until I finally find the place those sons of bitches are keeping my babies at. There are dozens of rogues here, roaming around pointlessly, laughing manically as they talk about their Alpha's 'genius' plan. I almost growl and reveal myself when I hear what they say.

Thank the goddess I'm way faster than average werewolves and could catch up with them before they put their hands on my babies. I catch sight of one of the fuckers close to the place I'm watching them from, so I swiftly approach him, biting his head off as soon as I'm right behind him.

The thudding sound of the corpse hitting the ground catches others' attention, making them all turn towards me. Apparently I don't need to introduce myself, since they immediately start growling my way.

Bring it on, fuckers!

Desperate to get to my kids, I use my 'hybrid-speed', as my little mate calls it, to get through them, ripping their necks open with my canines, killing them one after another, not even glancing back at them as I rush through the horde.

Just when I'm about to enter the cave, from where I caught my children's scent, something sharp pierces my chest, lodging deep into it and immobilizing me completely.

A loud howl leaves me when I feel the pain spread through my whole body. Silver.

"Look who's here. The hybrid. You walked right into my trap, Alpha Kingston." I hear a mocking voice from above me as I fall to the ground, panting as I attempt to breathe. Shit, the spear went through my lung!

After few fruitless attempts, I finally manage to lift my head, only to growl furiously when I see who's standing in front of me.

Armstrong!

One of my father's allies!

"Don't try to shift yet, you'll get hurt more." The son of a bitch laughs when I try to move. I only growl at him, but it does nothing except making him laugh again. "Take him inside!" He orders and a bunch of rogues walks out of the cave, binding my body and muzzle with some rope laced with silver, stopping me from biting them as they drag me inside. There, I'm being chained to a wall with silver collar and cuffs, while Armstrong prances in front of me with my daughter in his arms. I struggle to stay awake because of the spear in my chest, but the pain still can't stop me from growling at the man in front of me.

"Oh calm down. I'm not going to hurt her. – Armstrong waves me off – She's going to be a beauty, like your mate." He smirks lewdly as he caresses Stephanie's head with his filthy hands. "Shift, we need to talk." I lunge at him but he only laughs again, beckoning at me to obey his order.

No matter how much I hate doing as he says, I can't exactly talk to him like this and I need to find out what his plan is. Despite having the ability to mind-link other alphas, I can't use it now, since the fucker's a rogue.

"See? Such a good boy." He mocks me when I finally shift, smiling at me.

"Leave my kids alone!" I snarl his way as soon as I can.

"Hold your horses, little boy. You don't want to put your precious babies in danger by angering me, do you? I don't want them, don't you worry. It's you I need. – He passes my crying daughter to some woman who nods at him then hurries out of the cave – And you walked right into my trap. Let me explain." He leans against the cave's wall opposite to me, while another woman struggles to keep Adrian from hurting her as she carries him out.

"What the fuck do you want that you had to involve my children?!" I let my fury known, tugging at the chains, ignoring the pain it causes me.

"Oh, I'm sure you know what I want by now. A hybrid. Specifically, a hybrid's blood. But how much blood could I possibly extract from a child? That little bastard would die before I got enough. So I need you. But you're not a weak, pathetic kid, so I needed a way to lure you here. Since you're your mother's son, I knew just the way to bring you to me. Your kids. They are your weakness. - he smirks maliciously, shaking his head - That's why I killed my mate when I had the chance. Someone as powerful as me can't afford having a weakness like that. Not when I'm trying to become the strongest Alpha on the continent.

So, here you are, just like I wanted you to, and you can't get away. And since I like your mother so much, I'm going to tell you exactly what's going to happen from now on. Make sure to relay it to Hunter, okay wolf? Good.

I'm going to have you tied down to a table in the cave next to this one, where I have all the equipment prepared, then slit your throat open again, and again, and again. I'm going to drain you of your blood to give it to my warriors, until I have enough. Then I'm going to kill you. Due to your amazing healing abilities, I reckon it all shall be done within a few days. Oh, and before you get angry again, your little bastards are safe. Those women you saw, they'll drop them off at your pack's border for your pack to find. So no harm will come their way..." I listen absent-mindedly to his useless chatter, concentrating on contacting anyone that's available.

Without success.

The silver must've weakened me more than I thought.

"Getting weak aren't we? – Armstrong's teasing tone reaches me through the haze I'm in – Go ahead, sleep. I'll take proper care of you." Is the last thing he says before I'm dragged by someone again. I can't even stay awake, but my body still feels everything. Guess it's the undead side that's immune to silver that stops me from blacking out completely.

I feel a cold hard surface beneath me as someone lays me on what feels to be a steel table before tying up my body to prevent me from moving.

The last thing I hear is Armstrong's cackling as he harshly tilts my head back over the edge of the table and slits my throat.