Mated To The Alpha King. - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Alpha Ethan's POV
“A rough attack,” I muttered to myself as I took in the chaos unfolding before me. The scent of blood tainted the air, mixing with the heavy aroma of damp earth and burning wood. The night had been eerily calm before the first howl shattered the silence, signaling the beginning of an invasion.
Without hesitation, I mind-linked my Beta, James. We’re under attack. Assemble all warriors immediately. We need everyone on the front lines—no exceptions.
James responded instantly, his voice sharp and alert. Understood, Alpha. How many are we dealing with?
I surveyed the battleground, my keen eyes picking up the swift-moving shadows in the tree line. More than a dozen, perhaps more, but something tells me this is just the beginning. I sense more waiting beyond the trees. Move fast, James.
On it, he confirmed before cutting the link.
My claws elongated instinctively as I stepped forward, my wolf clawing beneath my skin, eager to be unleashed. I turned toward my Gamma, Caleb, who was already shifting, his powerful black wolf standing ready beside me.
“Hold the eastern flank,” I ordered, my voice laced with authority. “We cannot let them break through. If they do, the pack house will be vulnerable.”
Caleb growled in agreement before taking off, his massive form disappearing into the darkness.
A piercing snarl rang through the night as the first wave of rogues lunged forward, their eyes gleaming with savage hunger. I met them head-on, shifting mid-leap into my wolf form. My bones cracked and rearranged, fur bursting from my skin as I landed on all fours, fangs bared. The first rogue made the mistake of rushing me blindly—I clamped my jaws around its throat, snapping its windpipe with ease before tossing the lifeless body aside.
More followed, their movements frenzied and erratic. These weren’t ordinary rogues; they fought with an unsettling coordination, their attacks calculated. I barely had a moment to register this before three of them pounced at once. Twisting my body, I used their momentum against them, knocking two unbalanced while sinking my teeth into the third’s hind leg. A pained yelp filled the air as I dragged the rogue down, tearing into its flesh until it stopped moving.
Through the haze of battle, James’ voice rang in my mind again. Warriors are assembled and moving into position. We have around seventy on the field now, but I sent a distress call to the allied packs. If this is an organized assault, we’ll need reinforcements.
Good. We hold our ground until they arrive, I replied, dodging a rogue’s snapping jaws. I retaliated with a brutal swipe of my claws, shredding across its face.
Shouts and snarls filled the air as our warriors clashed with the rogues. The night pulsed with the violent symphony of battle—bodies colliding, bones crunching, pained cries echoing into the darkness. My pack fought fiercely, but the rogues kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless.
Then, from the shadows beyond the tree line, a figure emerged—a tall, imposing man, his scent foreign yet oddly familiar. Unlike the rogues, he didn’t charge into battle. Instead, he stood still, his piercing gaze locked onto me.
A growl rumbled deep in my chest as I took a step forward, readying myself. Whoever he was, he wasn’t just another rogue.
This attack wasn’t random. It was planned.
And the real fight was just beginning.
The rogue in front of me lunged, but I was faster. I slammed my weight into it, sending it crashing into the dirt before snapping its neck. Blood sprayed the ground as I turned to face the next attacker.
We were holding our ground, but barely. The rogues were relentless, their numbers growing instead of thinning. James and Caleb fought fiercely beside me, but I could see exhaustion beginning to creep into their movements. Our warriors were strong, but the onslaught was wearing us down.
Then, just as a massive rogue barreled toward me, something changed. A powerful presence rippled through the battlefield, a force unlike anything I had felt before. The air grew thick with energy, and for a moment, even the rogues hesitated.
A golden blur shot through the darkness, its movements swift and lethal. The massive wolf landed in front of me, its golden fur gleaming even under the dim moonlight. It moved with an otherworldly grace, its eyes burning with an intensity that made even the most savage rogues falter.
I had never seen this wolf before.
And yet, something about it felt familiar.
The golden wolf wasted no time, launching itself into the fray with devastating efficiency. It tore through the enemy lines, its powerful jaws crushing bones, its claws slicing through flesh like they were nothing. The rogues scrambled to defend themselves, but they were no match.
I took advantage of the shift in momentum, throwing myself back into the fight. With renewed strength, my warriors pushed forward, cutting down the remaining rogues with ruthless precision.
The battle that had seemed unwinnable only moments ago now turned in our favor.
The golden wolf fought as if it had a personal vendetta against the rogues, its movements precise and brutal. It struck down every enemy in its path, leaving a trail of bodies in its wake.
When we were done fighting, she stood before me, but just as I was about to shift and ask who she was, she pushed past me, causing me to stumble and fall to the ground. When I turned, I saw her fighting with a rogue.
I was stunned.
Did she just save me?
The fight between them was rough. I wanted to help, but I couldn’t. She brought out her fangs, biting into the other wolf, and it growled in pain before collapsing to the ground. When she raised her head, her mouth was full of blood.
Just then, I saw a bullet coming toward her from behind.
“Watch out!” I shouted.
But before she could react, the bullet pierced into her chest from behind.
“No!” I shouted as she fell to the ground.