Sold to the Alpha With Silver Eyes - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

We are overrun in mere minutes, the original thought of only injure and not kill those who have no choice in this fight, gone. It is not me killing these warriors, though it will be my hands stained with their blood. No doubt another strategic plan of my uncles.
It is clear he knows me too well, preyed upon my grief and my loyalty to my pack members. Even the ones who surround me have a look of guilt and self hatred glowing in their eyes as they lurk, trying to fight their orders to kill me.
“Just a reminder, if you stop fighting them off, it means certain death for both of us,” Leoni whispers, her back bumping into mine.
“I am aware of that.” I tell her back, steeling my resolve as the ashes from above continue to fall around us.
“Great, now mind telling me if I should plan on dying or…” she trails off, allowing my thoughts to fill in the remainder of the sentence.
Our lycans needed a break. Time to heal our wounds while we have continued to gain more. But when in a pinch like this, it is amazing how far the two of us can push our luck.
I spin, grabbing hold of her biceps and whipping her around so her eyes meet mine, then she dips her head. A manic glint in her eyes as she places her foot on my knee as I bend it and she flies over my shoulders.
Leoni uses my back as a launch pad and I lunge forward using the force or her jump to accelerate myself. The two of us shift mid attack, lycans roaring as they come out for more blood. There is no strategy when it comes to moments like these.
Only an initial attack and hoping your strength can outlast those who oppose you. So I make sure my claws dig in deep when I attack the fighters and sink my teeth into something hard and hairy.
My fingers slip through with ease and I force my fists closed through the thick skin. Warmth oozes between my fingers, the warrior writhing to get out of my grip. The person I’ve sunk my canines into fights me with a violent force that feeds my lycan. The constant yanking and strikes to my muscled muzzle forces me to adjust my hold.
They slip away only slightly as I try to get a better grip and I feel a flutter against my lip. That’s when I recognize the notch my bottom tooth is in. My lycan bears down, a deep rattling growl breaking through me as my victim’s orbital lobe cracks and then shatters.
Pain prickles the roof of my mouth as I let go and throw the two assholes who have given up their fight with my clawed hands. Something strikes me over the head and I sneer, spinning to witness a young warrior. His eyes are filled with panic and regret, his whole body shaking before I smell urine and see he has wet himself.
“P-p-please…” he stutters out, rushing over to a body and strategically places himself between us.. “He is my brother and he didn’t want to hurt you.”
I tilt my head, intrigued by the kid who, the more I look at, the more I realize, is not one old enough to be a trained warrior. Not old enough yet anyway.
My lycan doesn’t care as he stalks him down and a thrill slips through my body. One that I hate and yet can’t control. It’s a sick animalistic feeling that fuels my lycans desire to kill this kid.
“King C-c-Cedric, he did an open voting to see who felt you were fit to be the king…That is how he selected us.” He stutters and I stop walking, cracking my neck as my eyes slide closed.
I fight back against my lycans’ violent thoughts, reminding him what is at stake, and after huffing at me and the kid, we back away. Leoni moves over to me again, her back in her human form, blood dripping from her head as she limps to my side, leaning on me out of desperation.
“They stopped attacking.” She gasps out, trying to catch her breath. “Why the hell did they stop?”
I watch Jack as he looks up and all the warriors remaining step back, trees collapsing around us as smoke grows as thick as the heat burning my lungs. They aren’t retreating because of us. They are running because what started as a small fire has turned into a raging beast that can not be controlled.
My lycan tries to flee, leaving everyone behind, but my alpha blood stops me. I force him back, taking control of him, and shift into my human form. We are more screwed by the minute. Each second we waste is one less minute, we are likely to live.
“We need to get a move on,” I tell Leoni, who is already searching for ways out.
“Yeah, well, I hate to say it, but we may be fucked.” She hollers above the outrageously loud roar of the flames.
“Peter, wake up.” The kid from before screams at his brother, shaking him as he scans around, discovering what we just did. We are all royally screwed at the moment, and the likelihood of a heroic rescue is unlikely.
“What about the assholes who…” I pause, looking at Leoni. If we are stuck here and going to die, I want to know the ones who killed Hastings are dead as well.
“I killed the only two I remembered seeing that night, but I think they are acquiring more or they have a huge group.” She grumbles, her eyes slipping over to where a pile of bodies lay, flames consuming their dead naked flesh.
“Peter!” The kid screams one more time and I exhale, guilt riddling me as I move over to him.
He flinches away before he shields his brother from a branch that tumbles down. My body takes the hit as I step between them, shove it aside with a shrug as quickly as I can. It doesn’t matter how quick I am. The heat makes me roar out in pain, shoving the younger kid aside as I lift his brother whose skull I have already cracked.
“Move it, kid.” I mutter, forcing him to wake up from his stupor.
There is no time for him to fight me as he stumbles around, hands over his face, as we run into a dead end. Leoni growls in anger, the two of us looking up at the tops of trees rain down flames in every direction.
At this point, the only way out of this fucking mess is to just run and hope we make it through it with minimal injury before we catch smoke inhalation that ends us.
“We are stuck,” the kid cries out. “Just put my brother down and let me keep him close so I can die next to him.”
“Shut up and follow me.” I mutter, noticing the way the flames seem to crawl toward us, swimming in from the east. Fires rage from time to time, much less in our parts of the world than the humans, so my knowledge may not be sound. But when I think of an enemy who is chasing me, I would stop and wait for their attack head on.
Fire is not a body I can pummel or a neck I can break. But I can face it head on, rushing through to the other side in hopes that the fire has only come this way with the wind and that the untouched forest is on the other side.
Leoni sticks close, not questioning me as I break into a run, the likely dead brother on my back and the kid close behind. The heat is unbearable, stinging my skin, and all I can think about is Eden. The way she experienced this, all alone, filled with fear and heartbreak.
She is so much braver than I ever thought, rushing back in knowing what she was likely to not only find but feel as she died. This heat is not nearly as intense as I remember her house fire being. But perhaps that has more to do with the reason I went running in the first time. I was running in for her, and this time I’m running to her again, outside of it.
I run like hell, my vision going fuzzy as I try to shake my head and focus. The smoke is so thick it burns my eyes and the air is so hot it sears my throat, my lips dry and bleeding. Leoni groans next to me and I blink through tears, watching her drag the kid who has passed out. Fuck. We need to get out of this now or we are all literal toast.
“Dev!” she screams out, her voice raw.
“I’m here! Keep moving!” I roar at her just as hands grab me, yanking me forward. And then suddenly the heat is gone. Something cold wraps around me and I can’t help but sign in relief. My eyes are burning too much to open them and look.
“Get the fuck off me!” Leoni hisses, and I can hear her trying to fight.
“Woah, woah. Calm down, it’s me, okay… It’s Toph.” Topher’s voice is loud and clear and I freeze.
“That worries me more,” I rasp out, water rushing over my eyes as someone doses me with it in the face, my head moving side to side before gentle fingers brush over my eyes and I open them, the world stopping.
Eden is covered in soot, her face sweaty as she looks me over with displeasure.
“What are you doing here?” I breathe, the world feeling right just seeing her close and safe.
“Who do you think set the fire so you could get out?” She scoffs, and my eyes widen. Eden shakes her head and bites back a laugh. “The look on your red face and the fact that your eyebrows are gone just makes this that much funnier.”
“We will circle back to how bad I look in a minute…” I say, putting my blistered hand up. “You set the fire?”
She smirks and shrugs. “It is kind of my family’s go to trick in order to help people disappear.”
I furrow my brows, or rather what used to be there, my skin tight and crinkly. With all the trauma she has had surrounding fire, I would assume she would still be afraid of it…
“Be honest, I am the one who set the fire,” her brother says, leaning on a tree toward the right.
“It has gotten out of hand,” I tell him, looking back over my shoulder to see the flames grow further away from us.
“Right now, my concern is getting you to the backup location so Topher can take care of you.” She says, helping me up.
I look over at my best friend who almost tried to kill us, not of his own will, but still not a great time. He caters to the brothers, wincing as he tends to the older ones face, an eye raise as he looks at me mildly amused and I shrug like it’s just another day’s work.
“You good now?” I ask him, and Leoni walks up, slapping him on the back of the head, hard.
“Fucker better be, or I will mess him up.” She growls, and he sighs.
“You forced me to stay behind with Jasmine.” He bites back at her and she rolls her eyes.
Eden’s hands stroke over my cheek and I close my eyes, exhaling as the small sparks rush over me. It is strange how sometimes they are there and other times they seem to never of existed.
“You shouldn’t scar.” She whispers, still tending to me with a gentleness I shouldn’t grow to expect from her.
“Are you okay?” I ask her and she smiles.
“Now that I know you aren’t burning to death, yeah, I am fine. It would be ironic, me blaming you for burning my family that is actually alive and then you dying in a fire set by us?”
I can’t help but grin.
“Does this make us even?” I tease, and she shyly looks away.
“You have far more to grovel for, Alpha.” Then she bites her lips, her cheeks flushing. “But if you grovel good enough, we may be even one day.”