Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 51

Not far from the Crescent Moon pack, my warriors and I began looking for rogues. As we know this territory around our pack, it is more advantageous for us to start here.

A fearsome battle unfolded once we found the first group of rogues.

Each step I took resonated with a purpose as I embarked on a perilous journey to vanquish as many of these motherfuckers as possible.

"First come, first serve," I said through mindlink to my warriors as I growled when I spotted several rogues heading our way.

Underneath the shroud of darkness, the air crackled with an electric intensity. Troy, endowed with supernatural strength and agility, leaped into action, his senses heightened to their peak. His muscles flexed with raw power as he lunged towards the first rogue, teeth bared and claws unsheathed.

A symphony of snarls and growls filled the night. Troy moved with a fluidity that belied his monstrous form, striking with deadly precision. His fangs sank deep into the flesh of his adversaries, rending them apart with savage ferocity. Each foe that fell only fueled our determination, our eyes ablaze with an unwavering focus: Win this first round!

The rogues, consumed by their bloodlust, fought back with equal savagery. Their glowing eyes, tainted with madness, revealed no signs of mercy. They lunged and clawed, their feral instincts honed to a deadly edge. But I was relentless, my movements a lethal dance of strength and cunning.

All I can think about is kissing my mate. Our last kiss wasn't just any kiss. It was a good luck kiss. It seems that the goddess Selena put all the strength and power into that kiss and gave it to me as I felt invigorated.

Whenever I needed to shift to my human form, I reached for the scarf I'd daringly taken from her.

I needed a concrete memory of her to know she was real. The scent of her on the scarf makes me intoxicated. I smell her sweet scent, and immediately, I feel stronger.

Troy was in a frenzy over what happened, and I couldn't blame him because I couldn't control myself.

Despite my relentless efforts to escape from the clutches of my destined mate, before I realized it, I found myself inexplicably drawn towards her, running towards the very person I had instinctively attempted to flee from.

Even though she is human, and I know she will be my downfall, I cannot deny the undeniable pull she has over me.

I just can't reject the mate bond. I can't stay away from her anymore!

Fuck! I need to get my fucking self together.

But how I can do that when there is a resounding echo within my mind, repeating the word "mine" over and over again. And it's not Troy talking to me in my head.

This echo comes straight from my heart.

I am filled with an insatiable need to be with her, I feel now this profound realization that we're destined to be together. It is an unyielding desire to confess the truth that resonates within every fiber of my being, urging me to bridge the gap and tell her the truth about our mate bond.

I have an overwhelming urge to express to her that we are destined for each other, to confess the truth that we are mates.

And honestly, I need to talk to Chad, I need to share my feelings with him.

Fuck my life!

In the midst of the chaos, my senses guided me, allowing me to anticipate and evade the rogues' attacks.

I commanded my warriors by mindlink, I informed them about the strategies we were going to do. Chad excelled at that task just as Charlotte excelled at executing the plan. So far, she is the second wolf who killed the most rogues after me.

One by one, the rogues fell beneath our wrath, their twisted bodies littering the battleground.

As the relentless battle continued to unfold, the signs of physical fatigue etched across the faces of my warriors became painfully evident. Five days of ceaseless combat had taken its toll, leaving them to grapple with a physical fatigue that was as expected as it was unwelcome.

But my exhaustion became a mere distant whisper, drowned out by the sheer adrenaline pumping through my veins. Troy's primal instincts merged with an unbreakable resolve, pushing him to his limits and beyond.

Out of nowhere, I tread deeper into a trap, and five rogues pounce, launching a surprise assault with ruthless precision. Caught off guard, I find myself locked in a desperate struggle. The cunning rogues unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks, overwhelming me with sheer numbers.

Troy's strength began to wane. His once-fierce blows became feeble, his movements sluggish. Bloodied and battered, he teetered on the precipice of defeat, his life force slipping away with each passing moment.

None of my warriors were around to help me, and it was glaringly evident that these rogues were unlike any I had encountered before. Their strength exuded an air of danger, augmented by an eerie sense of sorcerous aid that clung to them.

I could sense that they were using some kind of witches' help.

Amidst the malevolent circle they formed, it was a female rogue who launched a merciless ferocious upon me, her brutality undeniable. The others, no less imposing, orchestrated their roles in this grim theater, held me back. It took many of them to gather strength to be able to render me.

This situation defied logic. I hadn't pursued these rogues, at least not yet; it was they who had descended upon me. The precision with which their attack unfolded left no room for doubt – this was premeditated, calculated to the last detail.

A shiver of apprehension coursed through me as I pondered the unnerving question: Had they been lying in wait, anticipating my arrival? My instincts screamed in agreement as their strikes were executed with precision and strategy that bespoke a meticulously plotted assault.

They had orchestrated this, there was no doubt.

The question is – *why*?