Page 100 of Mated By the Alphas
“Fine,” Daisy sighs. “They taste horrible anyway.”
“Some wolves like the taste,” Remy says, tearing one apart as he marches down a hallway of blood, destruction, and bodies upon bodies of vampires.
This feels like a massacre, but the warrior in me is thriving on it. I can feel it like a glow of approval in my chest. The warrior soul. She approves of this. The violence. The protection. Vanquishing evil. The sword in my hand feels like it’s always been there, and I know how to fight, but underneath it all, I’m still me. A woman who’s pregnant, absolutely new to all this, and still really terrified.
I keep fighting. We keep killing. I mainly make sure Daisy is safe and alternate with Hayden. Thankfully, my best friend doesn’t seem to be transforming into anything. I think we’ve had enough transformations today and Super Daisy isn’t one I’d like to imagine.
Through the pack bond, I can feel my mates. Their determination. Their protective ferocity. Hayden’s love for our child. Jaxton’s brutal, raw rage. Wyatt’s curiosity, even as he tears apart vampires, like he still has plenty to learn. Remy’s faster now, and he loves it. And Storm. He thrives on things thatmake him feel closer to the old world, even as he embraces the new more than his brothers. I guess killing vampires is one of those ways.
“Almost to the top,” Hayden rumbles as he moves up the stairs.
No other vampires here. It’s quiet. Too quiet, and if the dying rasps below us weren’t still echoing, we could hear a pin drop.
“Five Alpha Wolves. A lost little… lamb,” a raspy voice echoes through the still, stale air. “And divine fury. My, my, what has been brought to my doorsteps tonight?”
Then we see him. He’s floating, moving through the air slowly, but it’s clear he’s holding back. His eyes blaze crimson, like blood-red diamonds reflecting the light. His skin is withered, hanging on his skeleton, stretched thin, bone showing in places.
“Yeah, so, Ansley,” Hayden speaks quietly, taking a step back. “There’s a difference between an old vampire, and anancientvampire.”
“He’s old, right?” I say, mesmerized by this macabre vision. Then I realize everyone’s taking a step back, so I do too.
“I’d call him ancient,” Daisy squeaks out, now cowering behind Jaxton instead of cheering me on.
“Well, regardless, I saw you guys tearing him apart,” I try to sound encouraging, but there is a little concern in my voice as I feel theirs through the pack bond.
“And your vision could be wrong,” Hayden cautions. “But we have to fight. We don’t have a choice.”
Hayden lunges at the vampire but it catches the eight-hundred-pound wolf like a naughty puppy, slinging him towards awindow. Hayden recovers midair and avoids being thrown through the jagged shards of broken glass still hanging in the frame. He rebounds off the window frame and all five of my mates go in for the attack.
“Weaken him first!” Remy shouts, zooming in faster than his brothers.
The vampire avoids them with a dash, and slings Wyatt across the room. He lets out a pained yelp when he hits the concrete wall. I’m torn between rushing to him or rushing to help, so I choose to join the battle, praying he’s okay.
I cut at the vampire’s leg and he dodges. He smirks, winks, and the next thing I know, he’s behind me.
“Let’s see what you taste like, little angel child,” he snickers, then he tries to sink his teeth into my neck.
Tries. He doesn’t pierce me, but it hurts so much I drop my sword. I collapse but he still doesn’t let go, trying with all his might to break through my skin. I scream, and try to shove him off, but I can’t.
“Help Ansley!” Multiple voices scream in my head, and my mates converge.
The vampire refuses to let go. He bites down harder until it feels like my spine is going to snap before Remy bites down on his arm.
“I want a taste!” the vampire screams, then he clamps down harder.
My body is shaking. I can’t move. I’m pinned. My mates are all around me. They’re tearing into the vampire, but he’s not lettinggo. He’s still fighting them off, even as they sink their fierce teeth into his flesh.
Then he shrieks, his fangs pulling away from my neck. He spins around and I find enough strength to draw myself away.
When I look over my shoulder, I see him moving towards Daisy. She must have distracted him, bitten him, based on the blood around her mouth. He doesn’t look happy about it in the least.
“You think you could handle even a taste of my power, little lamb!? This will be a mercy killing!” he screams, then he swipes at Daisy.
His hand almost makes contact, but Jaxton is already soaring through the air. He clamps down on it before the vampire can connect with Daisy’s face and begins snarling and shaking his head. I grab my sword, it ignites, and I run forward. Hayden catches the other arm. Remy sinks his teeth into the vampire’s ribs. Wyatt and Storm each gnaw on a leg.
They’re waiting for me to strike. I aim my sword and try to run the vampire through, but I can’t pierce the chest. I’m not strong enough. My sword burns his skin and he shrieks, but I can’t get through…Wait! I remember!
“In my vision, you were missing an arm!” I snarl, then slice through the one Jaxton is holding.
