The Alpha's Hunt Chapter 118

HAZEL’S POV

Time was running out. The Elder was putting away his knife, drops of his blood fell into a pool that had formed under his hand and his throat bobbed when he mumbled incoherent words. I turned my head and watched Ophelia practically dragging Kiera by her hair at this point- okay not by her hair but she was peeling her daughter's hands away from her ears to make her listen.

Kiera’s eyes remained closed, she was still listening to Darian over her mother, that’s good.

For some reason, the Dark Guards stopped falling into the room and every last one of the highly trained mercenaries that the Elder had called for were lying limbless and dead on the floor.

They looked like broken chess pieces, falling on the game board. 

Chess was another nifty thing they took from the humans. We took from the humans.

It was strategic, and calculated, not one move was made without a forethought of what the consequences could be and it also taught pattern recognition. Every Alpha had a board set up in their office, but how many of them played was an entirely different story.

The Elder clearly didn't or he would've foreseen the much obvious outcome of this ambush.

Sending his Dark Guards in here thinking they stood a chance against not one but two Lycans was naive beyond measure. He wasn't known for his nativity, he had a plan.

I was trying to look everywhere at once but my eyes always came back to Kiera in the center of the madness.

Ophelia shook her roughly and preyed her hands away but not for longer than a second before Kiera pressed them back over her ears. 

“You little brat, listen to me! I am your mother!” Ophelia’s hand rose in the air and her fingers tightened with her open hand.

Her cheeks were redder than a perfect summer cherry and her lips curled over her gritting teeth as she cut her hand through the air and aimed for Kiera’s cheek. 

That psycho bitch was going to hit her daughter because she wouldn't listen to her psychotic screaming.

Kiera’s eyes were still closed and she was humming the song for a third time. 

Ophelia’s eyes held a blazing fire and I felt my feet moving, running- I pushed off from the floor and watched her eyes widen in realization seconds before I knocked her to the ground and our heads pounded together in a blow that shook my brain around in my skull.

Ophelia growled, bared her teeth, and looked more angry than she had all night as she extended her claws. I felt something cold on my side when I leaned over her about to land a punch- the cold wetness zippered down my back and Ophelia watched me, her nostrils flared while her breathing calmed down noticeably.

“NO!” I looked over and saw Darian’s eyes glowing as he watched me with what seemed like true fear.

He wasn't paying attention to the guards that were in front of him- why was he turning to me?

I saw the crimson drops building a smaller puddle under my leg and staining Ophelia's lemon-yellow blouse on the way down.

The wound was sufficient but the worst part was that her filthy ass claws were still lodged deep into my side. She was faster than I would’ve thought. It shocked me how fast things registered in that head of hers- and here I was thinking that Mr. Light did everything but wipe her ass for her. 

“How warm and cozy,” her eyes were narrowed to slits and she pushed her claws in further- now the tips of her fingers followed and a guttural groan pressed past my gritting teeth.

If I could choke on my intestines, this is how I imagine that would feel. 

“You fucking bitch,” blood pooled in my mouth and it took a moment for me to clear the brain fog and realize that I was on top. I was straddling her, her face was wide open and I was sitting on top of her, not doing shit.

“Consider this my blessing for dating Darian,” she pulled her claws out to reload and dug them into either side of my waist.

A scream rippled from deep in my core and carried my pain when it felt like everything inside of me was being twisted like a rope. 

I raised my hand, the taste of metal filled my mouth and the blood was dripping down my chin.

My claws extended and Trixy snarled, saliva dripped from the side of her mouth and she dug her claws into the floor bank of my mind.

My fist connected with her perfect nose and it cracked to the side as a stream of blood poured down over her lips.

She grabbed my hand, her claws ripping at my skin when she pulled them out and I held my breath when all I did was breathe blood into my lungs.

I felt the warmth of her flesh when I clawed at her shoulder and again when I stabbed them into her neck- but it was too far down, a little higher and it’ll be fatal. White dots were forming in my vision and my balance was faltering like I was drunk.

God, a bottle or five would sit so good right now.

Her porcelain skin was stained with patterns formed of blood and her teeth looked like they’d just taken a bite out of a deer heart.

I narrowed my eyes to keep my balance- it was right there, the spot below her jawline, just above her shoulder, centered and perfect for a quick kill.

My teeth ground to dust but it helped me focus and I slashed my claws through the air but something started burning- it wasn't a fire that touched my skin but rather a shooting pain that felt like burning coal on my scalp and in the next moment I was being ripped of Ophelia and flung across the room. 

My body rolled into the wall and as soon as I was still I immediately grabbed my hair and cursed the pain.

Who did that? Someone just threw me by my fucking hair. I looked up, my vision sparkling like a thousand stars on the sky exploding at once but through the haze, I saw Mr. Light helping Ophelia while she pouted and batted her eyes like a true helpless victim. Mr. Light, getting a boner from seeing his helpless lady, pulled her in and wiped the blood from her nose with a handkerchief. I looked as he pinched her nose and listened to the vomit-inducing lines, “Take a deep breath, my love. This will sting,”

She whimpered in his arms and closed her eyes.

Suddenly I wish that she would've just killed me.

He cracked her nose into place and it would be healed up within the hour. Bones took a little longer to heal than flesh woods but they weren't a big deal- seriously, most pups break their nose for the first time when they’re ten. Ophelia was overly dramatic, letting Mr. Light’s ego grow while he acted as the hero. God, I hated her guts- more than it should be possible to hate a person. She whimpered and pouted while her daughter stood alone humming her favorite song, drawing flowers, and living on the last of her innocence. Mr. Light turned his head- I wouldn't mind getting in a good shot at him too but that might just be the last thing I do. 

Though it could be a poetic way to go, kill Ophelia and her guard dog, and then it’s lights out. As long as I took them with me.

“Such dire thoughts in such a pretty pretty head,” Zade squatted down next to me. He looked at my head where Mr. Light had given me a bald spot and shook his head, “tsk, tsk, tsk,” he clicked his tongue and his eyes shone with that devil's glint. Or was it a demon's glint?

If that was a demon, then what the hell was the devil?

Never mind, I don't want to know, I'm not in a position to play with my life. Everyone else seemingly had dibs on that.