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Alpha Ares promises to kill anyone who has the Malavite Stone—a crystal packed with ungodly powers and healing properties... that is until he meets Aurora.
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Ares
“No killing,” I said through the mindlink to my warriors, hopping out of the narrow cave and onto Darkmoon’s property. One by one my warriors walked out and stood behind me in their wolf form, eyes trained on the patrol guards in the forest a mile away.
The early morning sun filed in around the monstrous trees, hit the forest floor, and created grotesque shadows. These picturesque lush greens would turn into a fucking blood bath soon because I wasn’t leaving until I found that damn stone.
I’d search for it even if it’d be the end of me. All these packs in the Sanguine Wilds played games, taunted me about it, plotted ways to rid me of something so precious.
But I was done with that shit.
I needed the stone and I needed it now.
Liam stood next to me with his head held high, saliva dripping from his canines. I growled lowly to silence all my warriors. “We take the stone and then take Alpha Theia’s daughter.”
Aurora. Her name was Aurora. The goddess with the brown hair and eyes as bright as the dawn. An alpha wolf who would rule by my side, whether she wanted to or not. I didn’t want anyone to know her name, except me. She was mine. All mine.
She didn’t know who I was yet. She had laid with me by the lake last night. She had touched me. She had begged for me. But she didn’t know that the god of war was speaking all those sinful things into her ear.
Then she disappeared in the middle of the night when I had to head back to camp to deal with pack drama. I had traced her scent through the entire forest, using her secret little passage, until I found her packhouse. I had cursed myself for leaving her so vulnerable and then I cursed my beta Liam who had torn me away from her.
But nobody would stop me from having her this time.
Now, I stood inside of her borders with the need for her growing stronger every moment. She might not know I was here for her now, but when we attacked, when she smelt the blood of her own people, she’d know.
“We run.”
I sprinted ahead, the wind rushing through in my fur, rage in my blood, fresh air in my lungs. Our paws hit the ground in a thunderous roar, and I let out a ferocious growl to let the Darkmoon Pack know who had arrived while they slept so innocently in their beds.
As if they were waiting for an attack, enemy warriors ran at us with their teeth bared. “No killing,” I repeated through the mindlink. There would be blood, but no deaths. I only did that shit to Hounds, those vicious rogues who tried to wander onto my property every so often.
Claws on fur. Flesh tearing. Blood splattering.
My gaze traveled across the herd of werewolves running at me, searching for her. Being the next alpha, I expected her to be here but I couldn’t smell her scent on any of these wolves. I smelt Tony. I smelt that dirty, used sweatshirt Aurora wore last night to meet me, that rotten stench.
Black fur. Blacker eyes. Teeth dripping with blood.
He sprinted at me with so much ferocity that, if I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought he would be the next in line to become alpha. I stepped out of his way, let him fall flat on his face behind me, and growled.
The Darkmoon Pack knew what I wanted. They knew all they had to do was hand the stone over or give me any information on its whereabouts. That’s all I fucking wanted. And if the stone really wasn’t here, I’d still come out of this battle victorious because I’d take my mate Aurora back home with me.
I didn’t care if she pleaded, screamed, hit, or flat-out refused. She would be mine.