Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 96

***Kaiden***

Troy sprints as fast as our legs can carry us, his powerful muscles propelling him forward like a blur. The Dawnstar, which is one of my small packs that I got and I've sworn to protect, is under attack, and I can sense the palpable fear and chaos that permeates the night air. The scent of blood mingles with the acrid stench of burning houses.

I can feel the fear of the members, I can feel their despair and worst of all, I can feel the death of many of them.

My heart pounds in my chest, an agonizing reminder that I'm late, far too late. I should have returned earlier. I can't take my eyes off my territories for a second because everything seems to be going wrong.

Fuck! Now, all I have left is to face the consequences. The Dawnstar members may despise me, but they rely on my protection. The inner turmoil gnaws at me as I push myself harder, knowing that their lives hang in the balance.

Troy's going so fast that I can't see around us, but I know that Jason and Char's wolves are behind us, trying their best to maintain his running pace.

I'm their Alpha. I'm supposed to be their shield against the horrors that now haunt their place. My instincts scream for me to hurry, to save what's left of the pack, and Troy increases his speed even more, which seems impossible to me, but I'm haunted by the faces of those I couldn't protect, by the lives already lost.

I can hear the distant cries for help, and it's a gut-wrenching reminder that I wasn't in my pack to protect everyone; if I were at Diamond Claw, I would have already arrived and avoided all of this.

Chad is an excellent warrior, but he is my Gamma. He is not the Alpha.

Leaving everything in his care for so many days was a mistake that I can only see now.

The members may hate me for what I am, but they know that when danger strikes, they can count on my ferocity and unwavering resolve.

As Troy approaches the town, I can see the flickering flames, and the fear in the air only fuels my urgency.

My fur bristles, and my fangs bare as I prepare to face the evil that threatens the lives of those who depend on me. The howls of pain and fear draw nearer, and with each step, my hate intensifies, pushing me to be the ruthless protector they need, no matter the cost.

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The scene before me is fucking chaos incarnate. The fight between my warriors and the rogues is in full swing, and I can feel the fury in the air. The odds are stacked against us; they outnumber us by far, but I am a force to be reckoned with, a juggernaut of rage and strength.

I can't find Chad. I'm sure he must have stayed at Diamond Claw to protect it. When he warned me about the invasion by mindlink, he didn't give many details, he just said the code RED2 and the name of the pack, which means that the pack is under attack and the attack level is maximum, in addition, the 2 means that half of the pack members are either in severe condition or dead.

Although I can see a fair amount of the warriors fighting, it is not enough.

There are a lot of motherfucking rogues.

They may be many, but I am better.

With a fierce snarl, Troy launches himself at the nearest two rogues, my claws tearing through their throats. The scent of blood fills the air, and a cruel satisfaction courses through me. The motherfucking rogues, who dared to threaten what is mine, are about to face my wrath. My cruel satisfaction only increases with each strike, each savage blow I deliver. It's been too long since I let my primal instincts reign, too long since I've tasted the thrill of battle.

My fucking heart pounds as Troy wades into the fray, he forms a blur of fur and fangs.

He moves with a whirlwind of wildness and fury. They underestimated my strength. Did they think that just because I was travelling, they could take what was mine?

They will find something different. With each rogue that falls, I feel a twisted sense of fucking triumph.

While I fight, I think about my mate, and that gives me more hate.

I hate that she cares about fucking Chad.

How come the first thing she asks is about the well-being of that son of a bitch?

I can't make her stop thinking about him. And to make matters worse, she doesn't want to let me mark her.

For the first time, Troy is on my side and wants us to mark her, whether she wants it or not. We finally agreed on something.

However, I need to do what she asked, I need to win this tournament, which I will, and I will mark that fucking neck of hers.

What I have cruelly planned for this big moment is going to drive her crazy, but I don't care. She was the one who gave me carte blanche to do whatever I want with her, and I will.

And how I will!

She barely knows what awaits her. She shouldn't trust me so much.

Oh, Katie, you are way too trustworthy.

My anger is fueled by the thought of her wanting me to win the tournament to mark her, could it be that she is choosing between Chad and me? Fuck my life! I snarl to my opponent.

Maybe she's so petty that she only wants me if I'm Alpha King?

After getting to know her more, I doubt this possibility, but I don't rule it out, as there is no other explanation.

I had convinced myself otherwise, I was blinded by our mate bond. But I can see now how stingy she is for power.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

She only wants me if I'm Alpha King.

A rogue bites one of my legs and takes me out of my thoughts; he barely knows what awaits him, either.

And in the next second, I use my anger at my mate to fight.

As I fight, my new thoughts are consumed by the carnage. The thrill of battle courses through my veins, drowning out reason. I revel in this moment, relishing the opportunity to unleash my fury on these motherfuckers.

The town may have resented me, but at this moment, I am their salvation, and I revel in the power I wield.

The battle rages on, each slash of my claws, each bone-crushing bite, is a reminder to the rogues that they've chosen the wrong Alpha.

Troy is a nightmare. This is my pack, and no one threatens it without facing my merciless retribution.

Some of my warriors, loyal and brave, are falling beneath the relentless onslaught of the invaders. The scene unfolds in slow motion, the air thick with tension and dread. Their deaths, like cruel paintings, etch themselves into my memory.

My heart clenches in anguish, but there's no time for mourning. The urge to protect is balanced by the need to avenge.

As I tear through the enemy lines, my movements are wild, fierce, cruel. My claws rend flesh and bone, and I revel in the sensation of their blood staining my fur. Every life I take is a vicious satisfaction.

Many rogues attack perversely at the same time, and I can't help but feel a growing sense of helplessness as more warriors and the Dawnstar members fight desperately for their lives.

I spot one of my great warriors succumbing to the onslaught. Anger boils within me, and I push forward, using my immense strength to dispatch several rogues at once. Their pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears as I revel in the power coursing through my veins.

There's a grim pleasure in watching the invaders meet their doom, knowing that I am exacting vengeance for the fallen. I'll be damned if I let their sacrifices be in vain.

The battle continues to rage, and I am determined to make them pay for every life they've taken. The pain of my fallen warriors fuels my wrath, and I fight with a ruthless intensity.

But then, I hear a sound far away. "Help! Please, someone help us!"

I spot a group of rogues closing in on a cluster of terrified children who are not yet werewolves, their innocent eyes wide with fear.

They can't shift and defend themselves.

The children's screams pierce the air, a heart-wrenching plea for help.

Panic grips my heart, but as I assess the distance between us, dread sets in.

I'm too far away.