Sold to the Alpha With Silver Eyes - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

Everything moves as if time stands still. Leoni roars out, lunging forward in a futile attempt to make it over to Hastings. There is no time to honor Hastings’ request to make Leoni look away. He drops to the ground, but in the fray of screams and moving bodies, there is no way for me to tell if he dropped before the spear hit him or after it embedded itself into his back.
The next moment weapons of silver launch toward us, one clipping me in the shoulder as I grit my teeth. I reach over, my hand gripping the wooden shaft of an arrow as I yank it from my flesh with a grimace. I adjust my hold on the arrow, turning it around as I charge toward the first asshole I get close to.
The wood splinters in my hand as I hammer it into his chest. His body drops, forcing him onto his knees where I throw my kneecap into his nose. It crunches under the pressure, his head flying back, blood following in an arc, shimmering in the firelight that seems to continue to spread and faster.
Someone is on me before the previous body hits the ground as I twist to the side, my arm flying over my head as I avoid a clawed hand to my ribcage. I step back, re-centering myself as he comes after me again, this time shifting mid jump, teeth clamoring for a bite. My lycan stirs in my chest, begging to come out, but my injury keeps him at bay, only allowing my claws.
I stand still, watching as he grows closer by the second, my hand at the ready, waiting for the perfect moment. As I slip to the side, I spin, my back brushing against the fur of the wolf that tries to twist in the air, jaw snapping, trying to catch an ounce of flesh.
My claws reach out, slipping into his muscles with ease, allowing me to grip his spine with crushing force as I squeeze, feeling the vertebrae’s harsh shape against my palm.
He howls out in pain as I throw him away from me, looking up only when I hear a squeal of fear and watch as Eden falls back on her ass, scrambling away from the body I threw at her feet. She makes her way around a large tree trunk on her hands and knees, and I wince inwardly. This can only add to the trauma she has already lived through.
I force myself to look away, scanning for my next victim. There can’t be too many of them. Why else would they need such a dramatic diversion and illusions to make themselves look scary? Who the hell uses weapons like this if they aren’t outnumbered? And yet, they seem to come from the very ground, sprouting up like crocus at the end of winter.
The ring leader of the group stands unmoving, the fire behind him, highlighting him and now doubt making him appear bigger than he is. If he were truly formidable, he would be here fighting me.
My lips curl in disgust, loathing a so-called leader who refuses to fight side by side with his warriors. I stalk toward him, ignoring every attempt to dissuade me from heading toward him.
Until someone tackles me from behind, my leg giving out as I drop like a sack of potatoes. My head bouncing off the ground as I growl in pain. Teeth sink into my upper shoulder, tearing at my muscles as I bite back a scream of agony and roll.
The fucker falls beneath me as I force my weight onto it with every rotation until the wolf loosens its grip enough that I can reach behind me and tear him off, tossing him to the side.
With a grunt, I chase the body as it tries to twist, allowing itself to land on its feet, but the moment it regains its bearings I grip it by the jaw, lifting it over my head and spinning, slamming it back onto the hard earth with every ounce of strength I have. A rasp of air escapes before it resorts back to human form, leg bent in an awkward position and rib bones poking through the side.
Annoyance prickles through my core, provoking an anger in me that just wants one fucking week where we aren’t attacked for the good we are doing by assholes who want to steal people’s rights.
The alpha in charge points at me, instructing his men to protect him at all costs, and I have enough. My eyes roll as I lick my teeth and look forward.
“ENOUGH!” I bellow, the power of my authority reverberating through the trees.
Fighting dies down, but doesn’t cease as I reach down, picking up one of their hand crafted spears and stalk toward the asshole still fighting with Leoni as she tries to make her way to Hastings’ body. I stab it through the back of her opponent’s neck, his arms flying out as they shake and Leoni’s eyes wide as she steps to the side and lets him fall where she stood.
“You aren’t in charge here,” one of the alpha asses says, strutting forward. He is untouched. Hell, it looks like he never even tried to enter the fight, just letting others do it for him.
“Yet somehow I am the one in control.” I tilt my head, my face stony as I stare at him.
The bastard lets out a forced laugh, shaking his head.
“Do you have any idea how many packs you have ruined with this little hunting party of yours?” He asks me and I shrug, uncaring. “You think the King will stand by and allow you to do this?”
–Check on Hastings–I tell Leoni through the mind link, already seeing her inching in his direction.
“The king?” I ask, a smirk growing on my lips. “The king who I work for? The king who sent me here with express orders to shut down these auctions that have been illegal for nearing thirty years? That same king?”
Nothing frustrates me more than someone trying to claim the king will be upset over something that is wrong and long been illegal.
“I happen to know the king very well. We go way back. I did his bidding for many years. Arrest me and take me with you, and I promise he will have me released with a slap on my wrist.”
“In what world would the king defend perverts, breaking the law?” I snort, moving closer to the fool, who only now seems to realize the error of his words. My eyes scan the ground, catching a glint of silver as I stoop low and grab it by the hilt, tossing the small silver dagger up and down.
“I am Alpha Conrad of the White pine pack.” He announces, as if it should mean something to me. It doesn’t, and I highly doubt it will be of any consequence to remember his name either.
I sigh, moving closer to him, dropping my voice low so only he can hear me speak.
“And I am Alpha Devereaux, Heir to the Lycan King throne, Nephew of King Cedric and son of the deceased King Francis.” His eyes widen as I stare into him, watching the way his fake confidence dwindles and becomes raw fear and panic. “Ah, now you see the problem we have.”
His eyes skirt from side to side, looking around for anyone he may have left to come to his aid, his throat bobbing before he closes his eyes and whimpers. I smile to myself, good he at least knows the consequences of his actions here today.
“RUN!” He manages to scream out to whomever may still be lingering in his group.
I raise my hand, burying the dagger into the side of his neck, letting him feel the sting of his own failure. The remainder of his group break into a sprint, rushing back through the flames as I watch them, my men and warriors looking to me for the word to hunt them down.
“NOOO!” Leoni cries out, her agony piercing my heart and everyone in our groups. “Hastings, please…Just look at me one more time.”
I turn my eyes to her, watching as she shakes, her hands touching Hastings with such a gentle touch I can only assume the worst. It’s not until she drops and sobs on his chest that my eyes light up and I reach out, as if I can reach out and protect her. She is too far away for any of up to get to her as one of the Alpha’s stands tall behind her, weapon in hand, preparing to bury it in her back.
“LEONI!” I roar, my throat tight as we all move as one rushing forward.
A feral scream breaks out to the left and I watch in complete shock as Eden rampages forward, a spear in hand as she dives forward, drawing his attention. He stumbles to the side as she hammers into him, taking him down.
She lifts her arms, the spear broken now, and drips blood as she drives it into him over and over again until she is heaving for air and near falling over. Then she drops the weapon, looking down at her hands, surprised to see the red before she slips to the side and crawls over to Leoni, who she comforts.
“He is alive…” Eden says, her voice soft before she looks around for Topher. “H-he is alive,”