The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 127: Betrayal

I was shaking in anger as I asked, “Why are you doing this?”

Olga just shrugged and a sadistic gaze glowed in her black and gold eyes, “Simply because I wanted for the line of the Lycans to end. We are living too long”

I hold myself back from killing her. I still need her to find the way out. No matter how I wanted to help up there, I could only be of help to them if I killed Keith and got out of their lives. After all, everything happened because of me.

“Enough chit-chat. Let's move now” Olga said.

The urgency tightened its grip on my heart. I followed her silently, my steps light and quick trying my hardest to ignore the loud footsteps above and screams. After countless turns and twists, the staircase ended in a narrow tunnel. Without hesitation, we crawled through the cramped passage, the damp earth brushing against my skin. I was a little frustrated since Olga moved a little slower and honestly I am more concerned with how she was short of breath.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we emerged from the tunnel into a forest. The familiar scent of pine filled my lungs after being locked to the stale air of the prison but the terrifying sounds of fight and screams made my skin crawl.

Olga, panting slightly, pointed in a direction ahead where a black SUV was parked.

"We need to drive that to leave the pack" she whispered. "We need to meet Sir Keith at the Croaghaun Sea Cliffs"

I stopped, turning my head towards her, “What did you just say? Croaghaun Sea Cliffs?” I gritted my teeth, “We are in Achill Island. Moonstone pack is Achill Island”

She looked at me confused about how I got it correct, “You're right”

I am so stupid for forgetting to find information about the pack’s location. I was so focused on other things I forgot everything from gathering information.

“Let’s go,” Olga said, glancing around.

I tried so hard to ignore the sounds and run to the SUV, following Olga.

"Get in, quickly, Florence!" Olga rasped, urging me towards the vehicle.

But just as I reached the car door, a heart-wrenching scream pierced the forest. I looked behind me and my heart sank when I saw a young boy, no older than ten, running for his life with a rogue chasing him. My brows furrowed at the sight of the rogue.

But this wasn't your average rogue. Yes, its fur was matted and coarse. But unlike the rogues I'd encountered before, this one was different. Its eyes, which should have been red eyes, were milky white. Fear coiled in my stomach, icy and sharp. This wasn't a mere rogue; it was a mindless beast, a twisted mockery of what a werewolf should be. And it had a child in its sights.

All thoughts of escape vanished.

I froze, my gaze snapping toward the source of the sound. A hulking figure, a rogue werewolf with eyes burning, chased after the young boy, his snarl echoing off the stone walls.

Without a second thought, I bolted towards the rogue, the SUV forgotten. Olga's voice, laced with panic, reached my ears, "FLORENCE, NO! WE NEED TO LEAVE!"

But the roar of anger and protectiveness rising within me drowned out everything else. I wouldn't let another innocent fall victim to these monsters. I pumped my legs, pushing myself to my limits, adrenaline masking the growing ache in my muscles.

I outmatched the rogue in speed, easily closing the distance between us. Just as the wolf lunged for the boy, I tackled him, sending us tumbling to the ground in a flurry of fur and limbs. My every instinct screamed at me to protect the young girl.

I scrambled to my feet, shielding the boy with my body. The rogue, snarling in frustration, rose and faced me, its red eyes blazing with primal rage. The boy, whimpering, clung to the back of my legs, his terror painting a chilling picture of a childhood robbed of innocence.

"Run, boy!" I yelled, my voice hoarse. "Go! Now!"

Tears streamed down his face, but he hesitated, his small hand clutching my shirt.

"I won't leave you," the boy choked out, his voice barely a whisper.

I pleaded, my heart breaking at his naivety. "I'll be fine, but you need to get away. Find somewhere safe. I am just behind you, okay"

The boy stared at me for a long moment, his innocent eyes filled with fear. Finally, with a small nod, he turned and ran.

My heart twisted, a pang of guilt mixing with the surge of relief. I had sent him away, vulnerable, but it was the only chance I could give her. Now, it was just me and the beast. I faced the rogue, squaring my shoulders. The rogue turned, his eyes locking onto me. I met him head-on, the raw power of Nasya—my inner beast running through my blood.

For a moment, we stood locked in a tense standoff. Then, with a ferocious growl, the rogue lunged.

I sidestepped the attack, drawing the silver gun from its holster with practiced ease. Adrenaline pumped in my veins, momentarily masking the ache in my body from the crash. Aiming carefully, I fired. The silver bullet struck the rogue in its chest, its agonizing howl echoing through the forest as it stumbled back, and still lifeless after a minute.

But before I could react further, a flash of movement caught my eye. Olga, her face contorted with a mix of desperation and rage, sprinted after the boy.

"Olga!" I yelled, shock jolting through me. "What are you doing?!"

I shoved the injured rogue aside, ignoring its snarl of renewed aggression, and raced after Olga. My voice rang out through the trees, "Let her go! She has nothing to do with this!"

Olga didn't even turn her head. "He saw too much!" she spat back, her voice laced with a dangerous glint.

My heart hammered in my chest. I wouldn't let her hurt the child.

"Touch him," I growled, the words laced with cold fury, "and I swear I'll kill you!"

Olga scoffed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. Then, with a blinding flash of brown fur, she shifted. A monstrous wolf, its eyes glowing with feral hunger.

“Shit” I cursed.

I drew my knife, its silver blade glinting in the sunlight, and ran after Olga. However, in the corner of my eyes, I felt another rogue running close to me. Shit.

The rogue, its razor-sharp claws aimed for my throat. I twisted aside, the beast's attack hitting my arm, leaving a searing pain.

“AH FCK!” I scream and using my other hand, I quickly swipe one of my knives, aiming for its flank, drawing a pained yelp from the rogue.

Olga in her brown wolf form, taking advantage of the distraction, launched itself at me. I rolled away just in time, its snapping jaws missing me by a hair's breadth. Scrambling to my feet, I used the brief respite to pick up the gun again.

My movements are fueled by a desperate need to survive and protect the innocent child. The brown wolf’s eyes burning with hatred, snapped and snarled, its every ounce of being focused on tearing me apart.

Using the trees for cover, my mind worked overtime to devise a plan. I knew I couldn't fight them both forever, especially with my limited supplies. Suddenly, I spotted a fallen log, its bark cracked and weathered. An idea sparked in my mind. As the brown wolf lunged toward me, I lured it closer, then rolled under the log at the last moment. The surprised beast slammed into the log with a yelp of pain, momentarily stunned.

Taking advantage of the distraction, I aimed the gun at the rogue and fired. This time, the bullet struck its leg, sending it crashing to the ground with a heavy thud.

But my victory was short-lived. The brown wolf stood tall again, its eyes blazing with a renewed ferocity. It launched itself at me with a deafening roar. As the brown wolf leaped, I aimed the gun, not at its body, but at its glowing eyes and forehead. The shot rang out, echoing through the silent forest. The wolf yelped, its body convulsing as the silver bullet took hold. Its glowing eyes dimmed, replaced by a dull lifelessness.

It stumbled back, collapsing onto the forest floor with a heavy thud. Its chest heaved for a final, rattling breath, then it lay still.

Sweat slicked my brow as I lowered the gun. The adrenaline that had fueled me throughout the fight began to wear off, and the wounds I had sustained began to heal as my eyes continued to glow in violet shades.

Turning back towards the clearing where Olga parked the SUV, I took a tentative step forward. But before I could get far, a primal snarl ripped through the air, sending a jolt of surprise straight into my gut. I spun around, coming face-to-face with a sight that froze the blood in my veins.

There stood my mother. Her eyes blazed with an unnatural golden fire, her nails elongated into razor-sharp claws. Yet, it was the expression on her face – a twisted mask of rage and hatred – that truly shocked me.

Before I could react, her claws lashed out, a blur of lethal intent. Shock rendered me immobile, a strangled cry dying in my throat as she grabbed me by the neck, her claws digging into my flesh tightening with each passing moment.

"DIE, FLORENCE!" she snarled, her voice dripping with venom. “KEITH WOULD MAKE YOU LIVE BUT I WON'T! YOU ARE A FCKING ABOMINATION!”

“L-le-let go” I gasped.

A strangled cry escaped my throat as the air grew thin. I dug my elbows into her stomach. Just as the world began to fade around the edges, a primal instinct kicked in. My fingers, by sheer reflex, clawed at her eyes, finding purchase on the soft flesh above her cheekbone.