Chapter 117 – Alpha’s Regret – My Luna Has A Son

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Yelps and snarling ripped from the stairwell, causing me to become distracted as I tried to double back only to be jumped on. His claws ripped through my fur, making my back arch, and his teeth were like a serrated knife as they tore into the back of my neck. The stairwell, the stairwell, I kept thinking, while trying to toss him off as more flooded into the stairs, escaping past me while I was being ripped to shreds.

My teeth sank into its front paw, and I felt the crunch as its bones broke under the pressure of my jaw, forcing him to release me long enough to fling him off. I turned, running for the stairwell, my vision blurring as I ran when forsaken were suddenly running back out of the stairwell. My heart jolted seeing the rabid creatures running when one dropped as a huge, molten-colored wolf tore into its neck.

And it took me a second to realize it was Claire. Yet she didn’t look like a pack wolf but one of the forsaken. Her blood-red eyes were savage, and venom was oozing and dripping from her teeth. Panic coursed through me, knowing if she turned on me, I would have to kill Everly’s mother when her head twisted in my direction. Her lips pull back as she drops her head, snarling and stalking towards me before she runs at me.

I snarled back when she lunged, only she missed, and I jumped aside, skidding on the slickened, blood-soaked floor, only to see her rip into a forsaken that must have been coming up behind me.

Four more rush through the barrier and I jump over her, jumping into the fray. She was a full-blown forsaken. However, she was fighting our side, not theirs, which gave her an advantage, as they kept recognizing her as their own. With the savage gleam and the way she fought, you could tell John trained her himself.

She was just as lethal, but with a vicious edge, she tore into them, locking her jaw each time and tearing them to shreds, not even flinching as they tore into her back. Relentlessly, she fought, saving my ass twice and I hers as we fought tail to tail, trying to hold them back.

My back leg was useless, and I was running on three, the other hanging behind me. “We’re in the street,” Valen called, and I couldn’t reply. I was too focused on the wolves in front of me. We needed to try to push them back to the street. Claire was taking on three, but even she was on the losing end this time as I ripped one off her that was ripping into her flank, her jaws locked around another one’s neck.

My paw swipes at the other, and we push them back and keep pushing them back up the ramp. Daylight broke as we kept forcing them further back when she let out a whimper as we made it out the front of the hotel. Pivoting, I ran towards her when a deafening howl ripped through the air as she swayed on her feet. Her throat is torn out, and her front legs buckle when a giant black and grey wolf starts ripping them off her, and another Forsaken tackles me.

I break the wolf’s neck and turn my head to find it was John. The three dead, forsaken lying around him, and John now stood naked petting her wolf. Her chest rises and she wheezes as blood pools around her when her chest appears to deflate.

And the agonized howl that turned to a wail shook me to the core when I heard Everly’s wailing scream ring out above as she felt her mother’s link disintegrate. 8 Everyone stops at the noise, even the forsaken who are flooding into the street. Valen’s wolf was huge and the one beside him equally big, and I recognized the wolf as the Slasher packs Alpha.

When Marcus’s Grey wolf rushed past me toward the forsaken, his coat tainted red, and the chaos started again. John’s angered roar made my fur stand on end, and he shifted. He erupted and barreled towards the forsaken with blind fury, ripping them apart as the bloodshed started again. Yet as an observer, I realized something. They were heading here, and they were running for the Alpha’s homes, making this targeted and well thought out.

From what I heard, the rogue’s side and Everly’s hotel side of the City remained untouched by the information coming through the link. The carnage only happening on one side. Nixon had to be behind it. And he was casting the rogues as the ones starting it. Chaos ensued as we battled, our men falling and the forsaken kept coming. Valen and the Slasher pack Alpha, even John and Kalen, were lethal beasts.

The four Alphas working together as they got right in the middle of the battle, huge towering beasts compared to the Forsaken. Not a speck of fur was left untainted, their coats dripping in blood, both theirs and the Forsaken. This is what made them Alpha’s, pure lethal muscle and precision like no other. Despite their massive sizes, they were fast and ran through them like a bowling ball knocking down pins.

The street’s gutters ran like rivers with blood, and it stained everything. They didn’t stop, but neither did the Forsaken. These numbers should not exist! How could they outnumber us? Three packs were fighting, and we were still somehow outnumbered, or so we thought until the snarls shook windows.

The deafening force of pure rage reverberated around the street, everyone stopping to stare down the end of the road looking for the source of the rumbling noise when Macey appeared. My heart stopped as she ran from down the street straight at us with a huge bat in her hands. Fear coursed through me, and I ran towards her as the forsaken took off in her direction.

Only to start skidding across the ground as they tried to stop and double back when the Rogues tore up the street towards us. I stopped as she led her army of Rogues to the battle, and they were a sight to be seen.

Our men were given rest as they jumped into battle without hesitation. Saving those who shunned them, cast them out, and fought as one. Pack members and Rogues were fighting alongside each other and painting the street red with the blood of the Forsaken and proving their innocence and their own desperate need to fight for our City. Teeth sank into my neck, and I was flung across the road.

My head smashed into the gutter, and I could hear screaming in the distance before I felt air blow the fur across my face as her bat connected with the wolf’s skull with a thud. My eyes blurred as I opened them to see her bashing its skull into the earth with brute force.

Her clothes were stained with blood, her arm bleeding from where she had been bitten. But even covered in blood, she was beautiful as she fought. And I caught sight of Zoe’s small white wolf protecting Marcus, who was trying to protect her when Macey screamed. My heart thumped and felt like it left my body as I tried to get to my feet, staggering as the venom took hold.

Only it wasn’t a scream of pain but a war cry as she flung her bat at the wolf, ripping into Alpha John. She grunts when she is tackled from behind, only for Kalen to rip the wolf off her. I was delirious as I tried to find my footing and get to her, and I felt my surroundings flip and turn on their axis before I succumbed to the nothingness.

Everly POV

There are no winners in a war. Either way, somebody loses, and even the winners lose.

They lose friends, family, humanity, and themselves. We won the battle, but no one wins the war because no one walks away unscaffed after witnessing such carnage, such loss, and it always ends in grief.

Grief shows you how valuable life is but also how cruel life is. It shows you the darkness of losing someone. Then it shows you the light in appreciating others more. You realize how precious life is but also how short life can be.

You learn how torturous it can be when you lose someone you couldn’t imagine living without, but somehow you do.

Somehow, you’re still breathing even when the pain of grief is so intense you believe it will kill you and sometimes wish it would, just so you don’t have to know the pain of losing them.

Standing in this hall with hundreds of peering faces staring back at us, you could see their grief as if they wore it like armor, as if it was branded into their very being like a tattoo, screaming their anguish.

You could hear their gut wrenching screams as they realized the pain they were feeling wasn’t hurt loved ones but broken bonds, and broken families, broken.

Nothing will kill your soul more than losing a loved one.

Nothing will break you down more than realizing you will never hold them again, never hear their voices, never see them.

1 We stood on a podium while Valen called out the names of loved ones, needing them to come forward to claim their dead sons, dead mates, and dead parents, and while trying to mask my own grief, I witnessed theirs, felt theirs with each broken tether.

How Valen called out the names, it was almost as if he was desensitized to death, expressionless.

Yet, through the bond, I knew he was barely holding it together as their screams and pain rippled through him like a stone tossed in the lake, that rippling tide on repeat, and I don’t know how he bared it as he tried to keep the bond blocked, though those that sifted through I felt, felt him, felt them.

We won the battle, but we lost too. One hundred seventy-six lives were lost, Ninety-one bonds are broken, meaning a possible Ninety-one more lives to wither away until either they die slowly or their bond does.

Most of those deaths were men, she-wolves rarely lived without their mates.

Yet seeing my father sitting vacantly ahead, I knew he wished it killed him.

Valen called the names, and we heard their cries. It felt surreal, like a nightmare, a loop of horror that we were desperately trying to wake up from.

When he finished, we made our way out and met up with the council investigators; they were raiding my father’s house when the attack started and they quick to jump in to help. Then while we cleaned up, they raided Nixon’s pack.

A vast majority of the forsaken turned out to be his own people, unbonded males that apparently volunteered in the name of science, put up their hands for their own suicide, half his pack gone, and for what? The other half was shocked, and Nixon used the attack as an escape from the city.

They were left abandoned. As each forsaken shifted back after their death, we were left with their true identities. He killed his own people.

The rest were the missing rogues. They were promised rnoney, a cure, and a pack for their sacrifice. A sacrifice that ended in their deaths. Some thought it was worth the risk. We were shocked to C: — Jul- 1:1 —-hta .

onload I had find that his daughter was dead. He had apparently switched off her life support before fleeing the city, leaving behind his son in a padded room, which we learned held the cure in his veins. 2 His blood was the key needed to save them.

The investigators told us that Carter was shocked by his father’s plans, that he had nothing to do with it or knew anything of it. That he, too, was a victim of his own father’s cruelty.

A pack that was now left to him, Nixon had moved all his money and took every cent the pack had before running away like a coward leaving behind his mate, his son, and killing Carter’s sister. I thought I knew evil, but ‘Nixon proved he was more than evil.

There wasn’t an accurate word to describe what he had done to this city, to his own people and his family.

Carter had handed his blood samples to the Slasher pack and Valen’s pack for tontina Castor tunaaminoala Nivan had testing.

Carter was a miracle. Nixon had accomplished something. He accomplished finding a cure for the incurable. He was planning on infecting the world and then selling the cure to them.

Zoe was standing by the car with the kids and Kalen

I touch Valen’s arm, and he looks over at me. I nod toward Zoe, and he gives a swift nod before I make my way over to them. Valarian and the girls were sitting in the back of the car with the heating going as the night turned terribly cold, cold-like emptiness we all felt.I look at them, checking on them before leaning against the hood next to Zoe, when my father wanders out looking rather lost. I was about to go to him when Kalen gripped my arm.

“I’ll go check on him,” Kalen says, and I nod, grateful.

“Macey is still with Tatum. He has gone in for surgery to try to save his leg,” Zoe whispers to me.

“And Macey, she was bitten, wasn’t she?”. Zoe shakes her head.

“She isn’t infected. She called me before her blood tests came back clear, however, Tatum is riddled with venom, and they aren’t sure if he will make it,”

“Marcus?” she nods toward him, where he is walking over to Valen, who is still talking to the council investigators.

“He is fine, Beta blood. He is stronger than most, but so many are infected. Hopefully, Carter’s blood really is the cure that’s needed,” Zoe says, and I swallowed.

“Have you seen Ava?” I asked her.

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