Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 97

It feels like time is slipping through my fingers.

I bolt into action, racing towards them at full speed.

With every powerful stride, I close the gap, wrath pounding in my chest. The rogues loom closer to the defenceless children. The suspense is unbearable, and I fear I won't make it in time.

In the final, agonizing moment before disaster strikes, Troy reaches them, a blur of fur and muscle. With a fierce growl, he stands between the invaders and the children, ready to protect them at all costs. The children's sobs of relief echo in the air.

The size difference between the children and Troy is huge, he is much bigger than the children and the rogues.

Hatred takes over me as I look at the rogues in front of me with the memory of my father telling me to kill innocent babies.

Troy attacks them so quickly and hard that they don't even have time to fight back. Their blood is sprayed onto the ground and onto the children when their throats are devoured.

My reputation for cruelty was not achieved in vain. Troy is the fastest and most powerful wolf I know.

Maybe only Alpha Duncan can be a real challenge. I haven't fought Alpha Duncan yet, but I've seen him fight just as vicious and cruelly as Troy.

A woman approaches the children, "I'll take care of them now, Alpha," she says, and the children desperately recognize her and go with her.

I go back to where I was, where the battle is taking place, my heart heavy as I watch my people, some of them my warriors, who have fought valiantly, being hurriedly transported back to Diamond Claw. They're severely injured, their pain etched on their faces. The urgency in the air is palpable, and a deep sense of concern washes over me.

Their wounds are grievous, evidence of the brutal struggle they faced on the battlefield. Blood-soaked bandages cling to torn flesh, and strained expressions reveal the depths of their suffering.

The wounded are carried on stretchers, their faces contorted in pain. It's a somber reminder of the high cost of this battle, a harsh reality of war.

I glance down at my paw, and for the first time, I notice the injury. There it is — a deep wound, an angry slash of crimson against my fur. But oddly, I don't feel the pain. Adrenaline courses through my veins, drowning out any sensation, leaving me focused and alert.

The reason becomes clear as I remember the moment it happened. In the heat of battle, I had lunged at four imposing invaders, teeth bared and claws unsheathed. In the frenzy of combat, one of them had managed to land a lucky strike, he sank his sharp fangs into my flesh as I pressed forward.

With a determined shake of my fur, I push aside the throbbing ache that threatens to surface. There's no time for pain, not when the scent of danger still lingers in the air.

My thoughts return to my mate, and my resentment and hatred begin to grow again.

I feel like she won't stay away from Chad because she wants him to be her backup mate in case she rejects me. Since Chad is so willing to be her fucking chosen mate.

When I mark her, I will do it in a way that she will regret all this anger she is putting me through. She barely knows what awaits her.

Even though she is my fated mate, she will not escape my wicked heart.

I told her, I'm not a good man.

My soul is corrupted.

I have no salvation.

She is my sun, but this time, she will be the one who will burn for messing with fire.

I steel myself for what lies ahead, knowing that the fight is far from over.

Even with a smaller number of warriors, we fight on, the odds stacked against us. The invaders keep coming, their numbers seemingly endless, but our resolve is unwavering.

In the midst of the chaos, Char and Jason's wolves stand out, their skill and ferocity unmatched. I'm glad they were both with me because both of them are indispensable right now. They fight alongside me, their movements are precise and deadly, taking down rogue after rogue. With every swing of their claws and every snap of their jaws, they tip the balance in our favour.

Their eyes blaze with fierce determination. The two fight together, one protecting the other's back, it's a testament to their years of training and fighting side by side.

We carve a path through the rogues, their numbers dwindling with each passing moment. The tide of the battle begins to turn in our favor, the invaders now on the defensive. With the unwavering strength and unity of our warriors, we can see a glimmer of victory on the reach.

As I spot the leader of this fucking attack, my wrath intensifies. But before I can engage with the leader, Troy quickly dispatch the rogue who has been our immediate adversary.

With a swift and decisive strike, Troy ends the fight, and we turn our attention to the true fucking target.

The leader and I engage in a fight. He is not as big or as strong as me, but unlike me, who has been fighting since the beginning of the battle, he seems to have started fighting just now.

He's a cunning adversary, and I can't underestimate his skills. In a surprising move, he attempts to use the environment to gain an advantage, leaping onto a nearby rock formation to gain higher ground.

His strategy momentarily catches me off guard, but I adapt swiftly. With a burst of speed, I leap up to meet him on the elevated platform.

You chose the wrong pack, motherfucker.

The wrong Alpha.

You will regret this.

Despite his tactical advantage, my unrelenting ferocity begin to wear him down. With each clash of claws and snap of jaws, I push him closer to defeat. The leader's resistance wanes, and I have him teetering on the brink of surrender.

Yet, he refuses to yield, and as our final showdown unfolds, I unleash a relentless barrage of attacks.

I have the rogue leader on the brink of defeat, my claws poised for a final, decisive strike that will end his threat once and for all.

He's severely wounded, already unconscious after all my blows. His body doesn't move anymore, teetering on the edge of life and death. But just as I prepare to deliver the finishing blow, an urgent voice cuts through my mind.

'This fucker is the only survivor!' Jason mindlinks me, his voice is full of hate.

His words stop me in my tracks. 'What?' I turn towards Jason's wolf, with hate in my eyes that makes Jason submit.

'Alpha, it's better to leave him alive so we can know the reason for all this... All the other rogues are dead. We need to know why the attack happened,' he replies.

Fuck! Troy is shaking and growling to give a final blow and kill this fucker, he doesn't deserve to live after everyone who was killed because of this attack.

But Jason is right.

Dead people don't talk.