Alpha Loren novel Chapter 226

Leo's POV

Two days later Luca and I were stood in the streets of Seattle. 

The last 48 hours had been enough to drive anyone off the edge. Five of my commanders had been attacked, one shot in the shoulder but none killed. Between attacks, no one had any idea where he was or what he was doing and we still weren't entirely what game he was playing but at long last he'd been seen leaving the territory towards Seattle, presumably to head back to Mexico.

Our objective now: stop the motherfucker ever leaving the country.

I had men all over the city, all armed with guns. As far as we knew, there was only two of them: Andrea and the big gunman everybody unfortunate enough to recieve a home invasion had described.

Taking him down shouldn't be difficult but finding him was an issue. He was a slimy thing with a habit of disappearing and in a city as large and busy as Seattle, it was a nearly impossible task.

"How's Ella?" Luca asked me as we stood leant against a wall on a street that led to the docks, scanning every passer-by.

"She's been better," I replied. "And I'm angry because I should be there to comfort her but I'm not because of this Mexicunt wreaking havoc on my pack."

"Hey, enough with the racist slurs! My Grandmother was half Cuban," Luca said. "A cunt will suffice in future."

"How is that at all relevant?" I asked. 

"They speak Spanish there," he replied. "You know where else they speak Spanish? Mexico."

"They speak English in Australia. Does that mean calling Australians 'kangaroo-fucking digeridoos' is offensive to the French grandson of an English man?" I asked.

Luca paused in thought.

"I see your point, Alpha," he said finally. "Kangaroo-fucking digeridoos?"

"It was just an example."

"Did you know that there are twice as many kangaroos in Australia as humans meaning that there are four times as many kangaroos as women meaning that you could either fuck four kangaroos or one woman," Luca said.

Before I even had chance to decide how on earth I was meant to respond to myself he'd carried on with his own conversation.

"Although that's assuming you wouldn't mind fucking a male kangaroo which realistically if you're willing to fuck a kangaroo you're probably not gonna be concerned about its gender. Some believe homosexuality is a sin but if you're already gonna commit beastiality surely no one would worry about throwing in some dick on dick action.? And by no means do I have anything against LGBTQ+. Dick away for all I care. But the whole kangaroo thing? Not for me. Although I wonder whether you'd get less STDs from a kangeroos anus than a human's-"

"Do you see that man over there?" I said, unfortunately, interrupting Luca. 

Across the street and a few buildings down walked a man. He was tall in a black suit with black hair and tanned skin. He wore sunglasses but it was certainly him.

"Martinez," Luca confirmed. "For sure. He's inhumanely tall."

I pulled Luca down behind a parked car and pulled my radio to my lips.

"Spotted Martinez walking West along 28th Avenue towards the docks," I said. "Prepare to shoot. I want him dead. Do not let him get away."

I then shuffled to the edge of the car and positioned my gun, aiming at a spot on the street I knew Andrea would walk into any second now.

"Alpha, these streets are so busy. Start a shoot out and an innocent could get killed," Luca pointed out.

"And if he survives my family and my pack members could get shot. I'm willing to take the risk of losing a few humans. There's far too many of them anyway," I replied. 

Luca nodded, "Whatever you say, Alpha."

A few seconds later, Martinez stepped into my aim and I shot. 

"Fuck," I cursed. The bullet had just missed him but obviously he had heard.

He pulled out his gun and sent a shower of bullets our way, not taking as much care as I had to avoid the other users of the street. I shot back and the big man with him dropped straight to the floor gasping as blood gushed from his throat.