Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 126

***Kaiden***

Troy was already losing his mind without his mate. And now that he feels her close by, it seems like he is renewed with new strength. New power.

I breathe roughly for a moment, and then I reach out to Troy, making sure that he is not only focused but also prepared to find our mate the second we enter the house.

He isn't just ready, he's hungry. Hungry to do everything that he can for our little mate, to run towards her, to let her know that even though he is like this, like a beast, he loves and wants her.

He can't even talk to me. He's wholly possessed. Like a wild beast, Troy rips apart everything around him without worrying about any consequences.

I don't give two shits either; for me, everything turns to dust and blood.

The moment Troy is done destroying everyone around him, I force him to look around us.

I try to fully process what's happening; Troy shredded all of them as though it's nothing but tissue paper.

Alpha Benjamin's wolf leads the charge, flanked by his loyal warriors, together, all the wolves rogues they attack outside the house.

Shadows dance among the trees as Alpha Benjamin and his warriors, fierce and determined, clash with a huge horde of rogues.

The air crackles with tension, punctuated by snarls and guttural growls.

One of the rogues lunges at Alpha Benjamin's wolf with terrifying speed, aiming to strike, but the agile creature anticipates the attack, and with uncanny agility, he evades the strike with a swift sidestep, countering with a vicious swipe that leaves deep gashes along the rogue's arm.

I catch glimpses of my Beta and his mate fighting with unwavering unity in the face of adversity. They move with a primal grace and lethal intent, their movements fluid yet deadly. One of them lunges forward, teeth bared in a feral snarl, aiming to protect their mate. Simultaneously, another is locked in a fierce struggle, grappling with a rogue twice their size, anger burning bright in his eyes.

A group of rogues lung forward to Maia, teeth bared, aiming for her throat, only to be met with a swift dodge and a retaliatory strike.

Chad's wolf sprints towards her and begins to attack all the wolves that are surrounding her. The rogues try to attack them, one of the motherfuckers narrowly misses a vital strike against a Chad's wolf flank.

On the opposite side of Alpha Benjamin's warriors are my warriors fighting bravely for their Luna.

Most of them are doing the standard strike – they attack the neck and immediately kill their prey.

It's easy to do, the quick, lethal bite, followed by an instantaneous cessation of life.

They are channelling all the anger and frustration they have had throughout these days, looking for my mate and taking the opportunity to kill all these rogues that are in the way.

I see them quickly gaining the upper hand; they killed so many in one fell swoop that the number of rogues dwindled immediately. We were outnumbered, even with many warriors, but now we are almost in the same number.

Which makes me think about how strange this situation is.

Typically, rogues don't group together. That wasn't supposed to happen.

I look around the house in front of me and immediately move towards it.

This looks like an old abandoned packhouse.

Wait a damn minute!

This isn't a packhouse, it's a fucking maze mansion.

As I surge through the sprawling mansion, my senses are heightened by the desperation, the haunting corridors stretch. Each step reverberates through the labyrinthine halls, my heart pounding in sync with the relentless rhythm of my paws against the polished floors.

As I streak through the dilapidated mansion, my senses alert and on edge to find her, the decrepit corridors stretch endlessly before me. Each stride echoes through the crumbling halls, a relentless drumbeat accompanying the frantic rhythm of my paws against the debris-strewn floors.

The mansion stands as a haunting ruin, its shattered walls and broken archways concealing the path ahead. My heightened senses guide me through the maze of decay, navigating through the oppressive darkness in search of my little mate, snatched away and imprisoned in this desolate fucking place.

A tempest of fear and rage churns within me. The scent of her fear hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the blood, dirty and decayed. Troy is a beast, driven by a singular purpose to find her alive, but my mind threatens to consume me—the dread of arriving too late. Yet, I push forward, the seething fury that propels every step, following the faint trail of her scent—a fragile lifeline that pulls me closer to her.

As Troy sprints through the ruins, stumbling upon cells holding people captured, conflicting instincts clash within me. The primal urge to tear this place apart until I find her. But I must remain focus if I am to have any hope of liberating her from this forsaken place.

I'm gonna kill Chad! I'm gonna kill Chad so fucking bad! I put a pin on it.

With lethal precision, Troy dispatched any obstacle blocking our path, his claws slashing through the air, his jaws snapping with a chilling ferocity. The stench of decay intermingles with the metallic tang of blood.

He destroys everyone in the corridor he encounters, no one is left out of Troy's fangs.

Just his enormous size is enough to leave his prey trembling and paralyzed with fear. He takes advantage of the opportunity and doesn't think twice before ripping the prey's head off.

Finally, a small shift in the air alerts me—a stronger trace of her scent permeates the decay. I can smell her fear, her blood. It's faint but unmistakable.

I would recognize anything of hers anywhere, even though this place stinks of rot.

I follow her scent, my heart racing louder than the crumbling echoes in the mansion's corridors.

Every fibre of my being strains as I bound toward the origin of her scent. The ruined mansion seems to conspire against me, obstructing my path with fallen debris and collapsed passages. Still, I press on, driven by an unyielding resolve to find her, to protect her, no matter the cost.

I will hold her in my arms, and I will never let her go.

The scent intensifies, leading me to a staircase that seems to lead to a basement. It seems that the stench only gets worse here.

Troy's nose burns with the stench of this place, but he tries even harder to follow the small trail of our mate.

This corridor seems to be a copy of the upstairs, I'm already sick of this maze.

I take out all my anger on the rogues I see ahead.

It's always a good time to kill a fucking rogue.

I see through the open dirty door a rogue motherfucker heading towards my mate.

Anger boils over and spills from me in waves.

I growl so deep and animalistic that he turns back and trembles in fear to see me.

Behind him, I see my little mate curled up on the floor, stinking of rot, blood and dirt.

There is blood all around her beautiful face and around her chained arms and legs.

I nearly suffocate on my fury.

My heart skips a beat... I don't know how she's still alive.

She must have lost the baby.