Alpha's Human Mate - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

'Oh, Goddess, it's been more than a month now! Why can't we find him?' Mew screamed, his fist crashing into the wall of his office, sending cracks spiderwebbing across the surface. Tharn snarled in response, stifling a whine as despondency washed over him, lamenting his failure to keep his mate safe.
"Alpha! We've located their hideout!" Kokliang's urgent voice surged through their mind link.
"Warriors, gather around! We are bringing my mate home!" Mew commanded, striding purposefully out of his home office.
"The rest of the pack stays inside! No one leaves, not even for a stroll until we return! Teenagers, keep them safe—time to flex those training muscles while we're away," Mew instructed as he reached the main door.
"This bastard, Alpha Fiat, loves to launch surprise attacks on other packs, but now it's our turn to strike with full force," he added, determination blazing in his eyes as they set off.
'Good grief! I hope they get the message,' Gulf muttered to himself while cradling a small boy in his arms.
"Rise and shine, my love," Fiat proclaimed grandly as he entered the room, flicking on the lights with a flourish.
"Why the hell are you holding him?" he barked, fury etched across his face as he stormed towards Gulf and the boy.
"Don't, Fiat! Please don't!" Gulf pleaded, positioning himself as a shield between Fiat and the child.
"I said move, mutt!" Fiat commanded, directing his ire at the boy. The little one trembled like a leaf, crawling away from Gulf until his escape was halted.
"Fiat, please! He's just a kid!" Gulf implored again, gripping the boy's arm to halt him.
"Don't you dare protect this little bastard!" Fiat snarled as he wrenched the boy from Gulf's grasp. "You dare to touch my mate, you stupid mutt?" he spat, delivering a brutal kick to the boy's stomach.
"No, don't!" Gulf screamed, lunging towards Fiat in a desperate attempt to intervene, but was shoved away with effortless contempt, the sheer force of Fiat's alpha power sending him crashing back several metres, his head colliding with the bed frame.
"Damn it, Gulf!" Fiat shouted, rushing to his side and cradling him protectively. "Gulf, baby, please open your eyes," he urged, lightly slapping Gulf's cheek in a panic.
Little did Fiat realise that fortune had smiled on Gulf; he had merely grazed his head and lay unconscious for but a moment. Gently, Fiat laid Gulf back on the bed, his eyes narrowing with pure hatred as they landed on the boy.
"You stupid boy! I will kill you for this," Fiat growled, stalking towards the child after carefully positioning Gulf on the bed.
With merciless intent, he seized the boy's frail body, hurling him aside like a rag doll before unleashing a flurry of punches that iterated the violence with every impact. The boy lay helpless beneath the onslaught, blood spilling forth while he endured each blow, succumbing slowly to defeat.
"Warrior, remove this filthy body from my mate's room," Fiat ordered coldly before striding out of the room, spitting disdainfully on the boy as he left, eager to rid himself of the blood staining his hands and clothes.
After freshening up in a hasty manner, Fiat sauntered to the kitchen, searching for sustenance for himself and Gulf. Yet, before he could step foot inside, the alarm blared throughout the house, signalling they were under attack.
"Damn that duplicitous mate!" Fiat spat, fury bubbling beneath his skin. "Warriors, gather and kill them all!" he yelled, quickly transforming into his wolf form as they dashed towards the forest.
Leading his warriors directly to the Novsamrong Clan House, Mew's resolve was unwavering. As they neared the Clan House, the blaring alarm pierced the air, rousing both werewolves as they confronted the Novsamrong pack's warriors.
In a ferocious melee, they clashed on the battlefield, each side clawing, jumping, and tearing at one another; necks snapped with sickening ease as blood saturated the air, the scent unmistakable for miles as Novsamrong Clan numbers dwindled.
"Give me my mate!" Mew roared, fangs bared as he glared at Alpha Fiat, who returned the snarl in kind.
"Never! He's mine!" Fiat retorted, circling Mew like a predator.
"Then die!" Mew growled, lunging at Fiat, who charged forward without hesitation.
With the advantage of agility and greater size, Mew pressed forward, fuelled by the drive to rescue his mate, while Fiat faltered, insidious thoughts darting through his mind. Recognising his imminent defeat, Fiat resorted to treachery, ordering one of his warriors to sacrifice themselves, allowing him a chance to escape as Mew doggedly pursued him.
Mew was momentarily wrestled down by a group of Novsamrong warriors, while Fiat seized the moment, bolting from the scene with a few remaining, battered comrades.
"Bloody hell, my head!" Gulf groaned, cradling his throbbing skull in an attempt to regain his senses.
"Shit. I'm still stuck in this hellhole," he added, glancing around before the reality came crashing down upon him.
"Why aren't they here yet?" Gulf fretted to himself as he pushed himself up from the bed and trudged towards the door.
"What the actual hell?!" he exclaimed, jolted by the cacophony of noises emanating from outside his room.
Gulf strode purposefully towards the door, only to find it stubbornly locked. Faced with this obstinate barrier, he resorted to his only course of action: to wreak havoc upon the doorknob in hopes of escape. With a flicker of determination igniting within him, he surveyed the room until his eyes landed on a chair languishing by the side of his bed. Seizing it, he approached the door, chair in hand, ready to unleash his fury.
But just as he prepared to confront his escape route, a diminutive warrior burst through the door with all the subtlety of a stampede, catching Gulf off guard. "Ow! Watch it, you numpty!" Gulf spat, feeling the warrior's grip like iron around his arm.
"Pipe down, you little harlot! The alpha commands your presence outside," the warrior barked, all attitude and no tact.
"Why? What's the emergency?" Gulf asked, a smirk creeping across his face, well aware that he already held the answer.
"Shut it, you little tart," the warrior shot back, which only stoked the fires of Gulf's indignation.
"Oh, sweet cheeks, you've got it all wrong. I suggest you zip it and behave if you want to see another sunrise," Gulf retorted, halting mid-stride, striking a pose of defiance.
The little warrior blinked, taken aback by the unexpected transformation in Gulf's demeanour, almost toppling over at the sudden display of unexpected fortitude.
"Be nice, and perhaps I'll consider sparing you the embarrassment of kneeling in front of me," Gulf quipped, hands perched jauntily on his hips.
"Stupid cow!" the warrior fumed, resistant to being swayed by Gulf's newfound confidence.
"Darling, you've asked for it," Gulf smirked, quickening his pace and delivering a punch to the warrior's stomach, sending him sprawling to his knees.
"I told you to shut your pie hole, you dolt!" Gulf proclaimed as though he were scolding a petulant child, hands firmly on his hips.
"Bloody hell!" the warrior gasped, only fuelling Gulf's fury.
"I warned you, didn't I?" Gulf said, yanking the warrior up and landing another solid blow to the same spot.
This time, Gulf truly gave the warrior a taste of his own medicine, hearing a gratifying crack as the warrior clutched his belly, attempting to suppress a howl of agony.
"I. TOLD. YOU. NO. CUSSING. NUMPTY!" Gulf punctuated each word with a swift kick, the rhythm of his retribution relentless.
As the kicks rained down, the warrior's consciousness began to wane, which only stoked the embers of Gulf's wrath. His mini-episode of fury persisted until it was finally interrupted by Kokliang, who burst onto the scene, aghast at the sight before him.
"Gulf! Gulf! We're here now!" Kokliang announced, wrapping his arms around Gulf with enough force to bring him back from the brink of his rage.
"Let's get a move on, shall we? He's practically on his last legs," Kokliang said, tugging Gulf away from the now-unconscious warrior.
"Not dead, Kokliang. Come on, you're a doctor. You know full well that a werewolf like him, a warrior no less, has a recovery system that could rival any superhero. He'll bounce back quicker than a bouncy castle in a kid's birthday party," Gulf replied, his furious tone transforming into a playful jest, much to the concern of both San and Kokliang, who nodded in hasty agreement.