Alpha's Human Mate

Always By Your Side

"You see, mate, why did you deny me as your mate and pick this scum bag instead?" Fiat sneered, his voice dripping with scorn.

"Why didn't you listen to me and come with me when I asked you nicely 25 years ago?" He reached out, brushing his fingers through Gulf's dishevelled hair with an unsettling tenderness.

Gulf's response was muffled, his mouth covered. "Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm," he attempted, his words choking behind the cloth.

"Oh, my love, how could I forget this little inconvenience?" Fiat tugged at the cloth, his grip intentionally harsh, relishing the sting it left behind as Gulf flinched and bit back a whimper.

"Now that's better, isn't it?" Fiat cooed, sickly sweet, his eyes glinting with perverse delight.

"Yes, Fiat, very much," Gulf replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm, the politeness just a veneer for his contempt.

"Now answer me, love. Why did you deny me?" Fiat leaned back theatrically in his chair, a predator watching its prey.

"Because, my dear Fiat, you are a psycho and I'm not your bloody mate. Mew is my true mate," Gulf spat venomously, the chill in his tone clear.

*SLAP*

The sound echoed harshly as Fiat's hand met Gulf's cheek violently. Unfazed, Gulf shook it off, a defiant smile creeping onto his lips. "The answer to your second question is that I would never listen to a sick bastard like you or be anywhere near you," he shot back, a small trickle of blood escaping his lips.

*SLAP*

"You will never have him. If I can't have you—no one deserves you, Gulf. NO ONE!" Fiat bellowed, rage fuelling his movements.

With another brutal strike, he slapped Gulf again, the force resonating in the tense air. Mew rushed toward Gulf, but Fiat was quicker, his knife slicing through Gulf's stomach before he bolted for the door.

"Fuck, bii, Gulf!" Mew screamed, desperately unbinding himself as he cradled Gulf's trembling form.

"Boo, you came," Gulf managed, looking up at his mate with a pained smile, pressing his hand to his wound.

"I will always come and be by your side, bii. Always," Mew vowed, kissing Gulf's forehead, his heart racing.

"Let's get out of here, boo," Gulf murmured, weariness creeping into his voice.

Fiat's maniacal laughter pierced the air, "HA-HA-HA! You can come in but can't go out~," he taunted, the joy twisted in his deranged tone.

"Let's go, bii!" Mew gritted his teeth, lifting Gulf carefully as they focused on escaping.

The first door was locked, solid against their desperate push. Mew tried a second door—locked. Frantic, they dashed to the final door, and it swung open, revealing a gruesome scene.

The stench hit them like a wall—a room filled with the dead, their lifeless faces staring back in horror.

"It's a meeting room full of dead bodies," Gulf whispered, his voice hollow as Mew hurried past, intent on survival.

"Did you like my present?" Fiat's voice boomed from the balcony, gleefully watching them, a smile stretched across his twisted face.

"Go, boo, let's get the hell out of here," Gulf urged, ignoring Fiat's madness.

"Don't ignore me, my love! I thought you liked my present?" Fiat growled, anger rising, his tone sharp as glass.

"I said don't bloody ignore me!" he shouted, and as they reached the exit door, there was a chilling finality in Fiat's words: "Fine, let's end this, shall we, love?"

A shotgun pumped, the sound echoing ominously in the confined space.

"NO!" Gulf screamed, breaking free from Mew's protective grasp and shoving him away from imminent danger just as the trigger was pulled.

The shot found its mark, Gulf's body jolting back, slumping to the cold floor, blood blooming across his chest.

"NOOO!" Mew howled in despair, racing to Gulf, cradling him in his arms, panic mixing with grief.

"No, bii, please. No. No. No," Mew begged, tears flowing freely as he rocked Gulf gently, desperation clawing at his throat.

In agony, Gulf fought to focus, pulling Mew's face close, their eyes locking for one last pivotal moment.

"I..."

"Love..."

"You..."

"Mate," Gulf gasped, the word a fragile whisper as he exhaled for the final time.

Mew howled, a sound of pure anguish, fists clenched as he cradled his mate's lifeless body.

"Fucking asshole! Why did you kill my mate?" Fiat raged, descending into madness as he stormed the room, his obsession blinding him to the chaos around him.

With reckless fury, he aimed at Mew, madness in his eyes, unrepentant as he pulled the trigger again, the echoes of betrayal ringing in the air.

Tharn's primal growl reverberated through the air, raw and animalistic, as a raging tempest of fury surged within him for his dying mate cradled in his arms. All thoughts of mercy and reason evaporated, consumed by a single, blinding desire for revenge as his gaze fixed on Fiat—who carelessly unleashed a volley of bullets aimed directly at him. Ignoring the lethal sting of a wolf's bane piercing through the air, he charged forward, a predator intent on ending his prey with mere flesh and bone.

As the venom coursed through him, sapping his strength and clouding his vision, Tharn embraced the transformation into his wolf form. With a ferocious snarl, he lunged at Fiat, sinking his teeth into the flesh of the man's right shoulder, feeling the satisfying rupture of skin beneath his jaws. The room turned into a grisly canvas, splattered with Fiat's blood, as Tharn—now Mew—tore into him with merciless ferocity, ripping him limb from limb with the unhinged savagery of a beast fuelled by vengeance and sorrow. Tears streamed down Tharn's face as he disassembled Fiat's body, rendering him unrecognisable, the echoes of battle mixing with his anguished cries.

Finally, as the carnage lay behind him, Tharn dashed back, morphing mid-stride into his human form, where he cradled Gulf's lifeless body once more. He gently caressed her cold cheek, fighting against the overwhelming pull of despair, desperately trying to remain awake and present.

"PHO! MAE!" screamed their three children, rushing forward, their youthful voices tinged with panic and heartbreak.

"I love you too, mate, and I'll always be by your side," he whispered to Gulf, holding her tightly as darkness crept into his world, a suffocating shroud.

The children burst into the house, wailing and howling in unrelenting grief at the loss of both their parents.

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"I love you, mae, pho," murmured Thorn, his grip tightening around his son Tin and his wife for support.

"Mild will try to be a good boy, mae pho! I will be good and make you proud," he promised, biting back tears as he clung to his sister, who was a quivering mess of sorrow beside him.

"Princess will be a great doctor, just like me, pho. Don't worry, I'll always remember how you taught us and loved us," cried Mai, hugging her brother tightly as fresh tears poured down her cheeks.

They lowered their Alpha and Luna into the grave, laying them side by side, attaching a red string around their hands—a final symbol of their unbreakable bond, a promise that they would find one another in whatever life awaited them next.

Years slipped by, and the tale of Alpha Mew and Luna Gulf remained alive, echoed through the generations. Their legacy of love—playful yet unwavering—was etched into the hearts of their children, who shared stories of their fearless parents with the next generation.