Sold to the Alpha With Silver Eyes - Chapter 39: Chapter 39

Soft fur brushes by the side of my cheek as I lean away, spinning my head around at the sound of gnashing teeth eerily close behind me. My lips fall open, eyes wide as I watch the wolf fight another covered in blood that is not his own. My hands move as I try to face the fight more, trying to decide who the hell I should be rooting for.
A hand clamps over my wrist and I squeal in shock, looking down at the now conscious warrior, his face pale and lips dry and cracked. He tries to whisper something, but his words are not heard over the constant growling and gripping behind me.
“Shhh, just rest. I won’t leave you,” I tell him and he seems to grow more distressed, his weak grip growing tighter as he shakes his head.
“Run.” He croaks out, notching his head back out to the forest. My body instantly clams up at the thought of being lost out there again.
“Not a chance in hell.” I hiss at him, “stop moving and let me put pressure on your wounds or you will die.”
“No,” he sneers, determined to get me to safety.
“Which one is on our side?” I ask, ignoring his failed attempts to get rid of me. His eyes blink slowly, watching the pair fighting before his pained frown deepens, and he blinks up at me.
“None,” he forces out as he tries to move, crying out in agony, his hand flying up over mine and applying more pressure.
He must see the way my face pales, a glimmer of guilt in his eyes as he pushes my hands from his body, his cheeks growing large as he holds his breath and releases the pain when he exhales.
“I can fight.” I muster up the smallest amount of confidence I can, turning to watch the two still tearing each other’s fur out in bloody clumps. It’s disgusting, but I wipe the red from my hands onto my pretty dress, regretting not wearing something less formal than this. But then again, at least I won’t ruin my nice pajamas with this shift.
My skin shakes, my bones quivering as my wolf takes over, and all I can hear is the snapping of my body, rearranging itself into my small wolf form. I am much stronger than I was when I was saved, no longer able to see the outline of my ribs or sunken cheekbones.
This may be a fight I can not win, but surely it’s one I can at least outlast the other two in. If they’ve been fighting all this time, exhaustion and injuries sustained will deplete them, giving me an advantage. Shit, I’m just grateful they aren’t Lycans.
My head falls back, my neck snaking side to side as fur crawls up my throat and my mind changes. My wolf shivers with excitement, my human thoughts and commands on the back burner as she shakes her fur out, and then we leap forward, diving into the fury of teeth and claws.
The smaller of the two smells like a rotting piece of raw meat, causing my wolf to gag as we latch on to their back. The wolf squirms under my hold, trying to shy away from me as I claw at his back.
In his attempt to shake me, he reveals his stomach just enough that the other one rushes forward and imbeds his teeth into the soft underside. The rogue roars out in pain, my body shaking from side to side as he tries to escape the two of us, thrashing and flailing.
I bite down on the back of the neck harder, bones crunching under the force of my jaw as a thrill shoots through me. For once, I am doing something, defending myself and someone else, and it feels liberating.
The rogue slows, dropping down to the ground as his fight comes to an end. He whimpers in pain and I whip my head to the side, a sick thud in his neck forcing me to release him and step back, dry heaving as I shudder in disgust.
The blood in my mouth tastes foul, a sick gooey feeling as it tries to creep closer to my throat, my long tongue scraping against my teeth to remove the flavor of death and rotting. Then I remember the other wolf, the one I’m not certain is even on my team, and I peek around, finding him staring at me.
His rib cages flare in and out with his deep breaths before his head tilts and a curious whimper escapes his muzzle. A growl breaks from behind me, a lycan stepping up next to me before I can even bother to glance back. Leoni stands next to me, her claws dripping blood as she sneers and approaches the wolf, who spins and sprints away.
Leoni shifts back to human form, rushing to the side as she pulls out a bag and slips on a shirt and shorts, tossing the bag my way before she drops to her knees to take care of the other warrior.
I change quickly, making my way over to them and squatting down next to him as he shakes in agony. His wound is massive, but a small light pink line is beginning to form along his skin from both sides of the cut. He is healing. Which in our world is a good thing. It is when the body refuses to heal that the likelihood of survival is low.
“Why the hell are you here?” Leoni asks, annoyed.
His teeth clatter as he groans in pain, his head sliding along the earth as he tries to control his pain.
“Alpha Dev sent me.” He grits his teeth, trying to answer quickly as Leoni presses harder on his stomach.
“Why the fuck isn’t he here on his own?” Leoni snaps her eyes up to me and I shrug.
“He never showed up,” I say, and her lip twitches into a sneer.
“Well, he isn’t responding to my mind links either.” She exhales. “I need you to rush back to the main part of the pack and find Topher.”
“I will get lost,” I bite my lip, afraid to admit to her I already was lost earlier.
“Eden, look at me. You were able to shift and fight off a wolf on your own. Clearly, you protected Killian here, so I need you to trust yourself just once more, okay?”
“How about I put pressure on his wound and you go fetch help? You would be faster anyway, since you are a lycan.” I argue and she growls at me.
“The amount of pressure needed to be applied to keep his intestines in his body is more than you can handle right now with those shaking hands. Just run straight until you hit the city. Then find anyone and beg for help finding Topher.” Leoni insists and I can sense it is an order and not up for debate.
I sprint away, trying to calm myself as every terrible scenario runs through my head. What if I get lost and the warrior dies because of me? Or what if Leoni gets attacked by that second wolf she scared off? How do we know he isn’t lingering around, although I didn’t entirely get the dangerous vibe from him, but still?
By the time I see lights and wolves and lycans rushing around, I am out of breath and sweating like a human running a damn marathon in high heat. I rush up to the first person I see, moving closer as I open my mouth to ask for Topher, but freeze when I notice it is Dev.
A smile comes to my lips and all my fear drops to my feet, as if shucking the armor of the day away and entering the safety of home. He is turning toward me and my heart hammers, tears in my eyes as I prepare to throw myself into his arms and beg him for help.
Only someone else gets to him first. A naked, slim woman flings herself into his arms, her body pressed to him in his basketball shorts. I wait for him to push her away, but his strong arms that have on several occasions held me, wrap around her, flexing as though he was worried she might slip away.
“Holy shit, I’m so glad you can fight.” He murmurs, the words meant for her, but they float to me, and my chest stutters, a crack forming as I feel myself breaking open.
She lets out a merry giggle before she pulls back, cups his cheeks and presses her lips to his. He seems stunned, and she pulls back for a moment, whispering something in his ear before he pulls her impossibly closer and kisses her back. I watch as my vision blurs and my heart bleeds out, the excitement in my body now rancid with anger and confusion as it oozes from me.
“Eden,” Topher says from my right, and I turn, clearing my throat as I reach out and yank on his arm, breaking into a run as I drag him away.
“Someone is dying and needs you now,” I croak through the lump in my throat.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
“His name is Killian, I think.” I offer him more information about the injured warrior, avoiding anything to do with me. My name is being called out from behind me, the voice of Dev following in our wake, so I speak louder, forcing the memory of how my name falls from his lips to the wayside. “I held his intestines in my hands… He came to protect me, we have to save him.”
“I will do what I can,” He agrees, breaking into a fast sprint, taking over the lead.
“They are just ahead.” I holler, slowing to a stop as I hold my side and try to control the emotions taking over me. A hand gently touches my elbow and I spin, looking up into the most handsome face of the man who just shattered me.
“Eden…” He whispers, and I see the panic and question in his eyes. This jerk has no idea what I did or didn’t see, and he only chased me to find out.
“Oh, Hey.” I muster the courage to say, pointing toward Topher. “Killian is seriously injured. You should go help, since you sent him to protect me.”
Guilt floods his eyes, and he presses his lips together.
“Eden I…” He looks over his shoulder and I blink up at him.
“Now is not the time.” I say, squaring my shoulders. “You can tell me all about your real girlfriend later. Right now, be a decent person and go help your warrior.”