Alpha's Hunt - Chapter 24
23-07-25 (04:43)
24. My partner
✧ Luke ✧
The moment my eyes open, I feel the overwhelming
pain in my head, as if its about to explode into bits.
The effect of the wolfsbane dose I took last night
before sleeping wears off and my senses return again.
The fire has died down, leaving a pile of embers and
ash. My eyes go across our camp site, searching.
I take a sniff of the air, her scent is too faint. The next
moment, I’m on my feet walking towards the tree she
was standing against.
I notice a piece of paper struck to it with a knife. I tug
it off and unfold it.
If you want your little whore back, come by the
waterfall. Take your sweet time. We’ll be sure to take
ours with her.
I stare at the note, mind and face equally blank. The
scent of it is vaguely familiar. Woodsmen.
A low growl escapes my throat as my hand curls in a
fist, crumpling the note. The pain in my head recedes
as white hot rage consumes my mind. No, he wouldn’t
dare touch her.
His infuriating grinning face from our time in the lodge
flashes in my head, making my finger elongate.
Adrian Woodsmen is going to regret ever thinking
about taking her from under my nose.
…
The sound of the waterfall reaches me way before I
see it, deafeningly loud to my hyperactive senses. I
catch a whiff of her scent— like gardenia flowers and
rain and I start towards it.
When I see the waterfall, my eyes quickly scan the
place. Her scent is strong but she’s not here. My lips
curl in a snarl and a growl claws at my throat.
Then I catch two other scents along with the coppery
tang of blood.
In a moment of hot rage and instinct, I almost think of
going straight out there but then stop. Damn it,
Winters. Get your mind together. You think it’ll be so
easy?
I alter- my course, swiftly going through the trees so I
have a view of the clearing from a far. Is see two men
near a hole, a net nearby.
“When I get my hands on that bitch,” Woodsmen is
seething with anger “I’m going to snap her pretty little
neck in two.”
Without thinking, without caring my hands find their
way towards the guns and two loud bangs! echo
above the sound of the waterfall.
Woodsmen crumples to the ground with a scream,
clutching his side, his beta holding his own bleeding
arm.
My feet move forward, I feel my lips pull in a snarl as I
see Woodsmen’s face. The next moment, my hands are
at his shirt front, holding him up the ground.
“Where is she?” My voice reverberates with a growl
“Winters,” his brown eyes dart in every direction “She
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