Filed to story: Claimed by My Ex’s Alpha Brother
With shaking legs, I managed to propel myself at the bastard who was still biting Ella’s arm. He didn’t hear my pursuit, focused entirely on his prey.
You’re about to become my prey, you monster.
When I was only ten feet away, I leaped into the air, aiming myself at the Rogue. Thankfully, he turned his head at the last second, unclamping his jaw from her arm. Ella’s blood dripping off his teeth made my insides blister with rage. I let out a low, guttural growl. The Rogue’s eyes widened with fear right before I slammed into him, knocking him to the ground and tearing into his throat. He tried to fight me off, but there wasn’t much he could do while on his back. My wolf took over, and instinct drove me to violently shake my head, ripping apart his throat.
After only a few moments, the Rogue stopped struggling. His body went limp, and his eyes were blank, expressionless.
He was dead.
I didn’t linger over my first kill. I spun around, and my eyes zeroed in on Ella. She was still lying on the rock. Her eyelashes were fluttering, and soft groans were escaping her lips. She had a large bite wound on her arm that was gushing blood. The book she had been reading had fallen to the ground, and some of the pages were flecked with dark blood.
My fear for her safety skyrocketed.
I swallowed past my terror, knowing that I had to act fast. She was losing too much blood. If she didn’t see our pack healer soon, she would die.
Breathing deeply in and out, I centered myself enough to change back into my human form. I wouldn’t be able to carry her as a wolf.
My hands shook slightly as I gently picked her up, making sure to support her head. As I started running, my stomach churned.
“You’re going to be all right, Ella. I promise,” I muttered as I left the sunny clearing, the stream still bubbling behind us.
As I sprinted through the forest, trees blurred past me and branches cracked under my quick feet. The woods continued to play their melodic sounds, but all I could hear was the faint thud of Ella’s heartbeat against my chest – a sound I’d do anything to keep hearing.
***
Please wake up. Please wake up.
Ella was lying in a hospital bed, her beautiful face troubled, even in sleep. It had been hours since the attack, and Healer Elijah stopped her sedatives an hour ago. Our pack’s healer was standing over her now, waiting for her to wake up.
The knot in my chest loosened a little when Ella’s eyes blinked open, and she raised her head.
Her gaze went straight to mine.
Oh…
My breath caught in my throat.
“What…happened?” Her voice was groggy, like she hadn’t spoken in weeks.
“Ella, you’re in the hospital,” Healer Elijah said in a calming yet methodical voice. “I’m going to ask you some basic questions. Is that all right?”
Her bright blue eyes swung away from mine and focused on the healer.
“Um…yeah,” she said and cleared her throat. “Sure, that’s fine.”
“What’s your full name?”
“Ella Ray Wilson,” she answered and blushed.
Once, she had told me that her name sounded too cheerful. She was afraid that after people heard her name, they would expect her to be happy all the time.
“Do you know who these people are?” Healer Elijah gestured to a middle-aged couple gripping onto each other with matching expressions of anxiety.
“Um, yeah.” She cleared her throat again. “They’re my parents. I hope I’d recognize them.”
Ella’s dad let out a shaky laugh and ran a hand through his black hair. It was the same color as his daughter’s. Her mom gently patted Ella’s knee. Her daughter had inherited her delicate features and tall, willowy build.
“What about these young men?” Healer Elijah pointed at Noah and then at me.
“Yeah, they’re my best friends, Noah and Liam. They’re brothers,” Ella said, her eyes still on the healer.
Biologically, that wasn’t true. One could tell by just looking at Noah and I that we didn’t share any DNA. Physically, my best friend and I were complete opposites. I’d always been tall for my age, and Noah was on the shorter side for a male shifter. My skin was honey-colored, whereas Noah’s was pale. Noah was naturally skinny, and I had an athletic build.
But he was my brother.
He was five when his parents died, and my parents adopted him. His dad had been the Beta of the pack, so he was going to be my second-in-command when I became Alpha.
Healer Elijah smiled.
“You’re doing great, Ella. Now, for the hard question. Do you know why you’re in the hospital?” he asked.
She winced like something awful had just occurred to her. Then, she glanced down at her injured arm, staring at the large bandage covering the wound.
“I was…attacked,” Ella whispered, her eyes filled with horror, her face draining of the little color it had.
Ella’s mom let out a quiet sob.
“Um, I think it was a Rogue wolf,” Ella continued. “He bit my arm, and all I remember is feeling like someone had lit my arm on fire. It was the worst pain I’ve ever been in.” She swallowed, and a few tears fell down her cheek.
My fingers twitched involuntarily. I wanted to wipe her tears away. I wanted to take her pain away and make it my own.
“I thought, um, I thought he was going to kill me. But someone fought him off. That’s all I remember,” Ella finished.
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