Alpha Maximus The Last Lycan novel Chapter 5

Let's face it. The Werewolf community fears him. We will be heroes if we kill him!" Alpha Tate chuckles.

Coward! I think to myself.

It just goes to show how weak Alpha Tate is that he has to lock another Alpha up before he attacks. Storm says.

He is unworthy to be called an Alpha. I growl.

I continue to crawl along to the other side of the roof, I reach for my window to the attic, but it won't budge open.

I scrape all the ice around the edges, and the window finally opens. I climb in and quickly close it behind me.

Sitting on my mattress in the corner, now huddled up, I blow breath into my entwined hands to warm them up.

A while later, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly race to the window and open it. I'm halfway through it when an arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back in.

Squirming, I try to wriggle free. "You are coming with me, Slave," Alpha Tate says as he carries me down the stairs.

I continue to try to break free of his hold after hearing his plans, I don't want to be a part of it, and I don't want him to mark or mate me.

He takes me to the dining room. All the people I heard talking from the roof are still there. He sits me on the chair next to him.

"Sam! Your knife, now!" Alpha Tate orders.

Sam stands up and pulls a small knife from his belt, handing it to Alpha Tate. He grabs the knife and slits the palm of his hand open with a deep cut.

All the she-wolves gasp. Alpha Tate flings the bloodied knife across the table and places his hand in front of me.

I stare at his palm as the blood pools and dribbles down his wrist and between his fingers. I turn my head to look at Alpha Tate with confusion.

"Heal me," he says. Everyone leans in closer to watch. I sit there, remaining silent, not moving. "Damn it, Slave! Heal me!" he snaps, making me jump.

I shake my head no. He aggressively takes my hand and puts it on his hand, then grabs my other hand and also places it with my other hand.

"Now! Or you will go a week without any food!" he threatens. I stare down at my hands, covered in his blood. I don't know how to do it.

Not sure what to do, I entwine my fingers through his, making him flinch from the sparks. The room remains silent as I stare intently at our hands, my hair begins to rise, and my hands begin to glow as my eyes become a bright silver. The warmth I felt earlier flows through my body again.

Won't Alpha Tate come after us, though? Storm asks.

Most likely, but we must at least try and get away from here. I tell her.

Let's get some sleep. Hopefully, it will be our last night in this pack house then. Storm says.

What if he catches us? He might kill us for running away-Storm worries.

He won't kill us if he wants to use me for my healing ability. I tell her.

I make myself more comfortable and nestle my head into my arms to use as a pillow before drifting off to sleep.

A few hours later, I'm woken by Alpha Tate tearing the place apart, looking for me. "I can smell your scent, Slave!" he says. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" he chants like it's a game of hide and seek.

I remain as quiet as possible and peek through the crack, to try and see where he is. Suddenly his head comes into my line of sight. Our eyes are inches apart, with only a small wooden cupboard door between us.

"Found you!" he says with a sadistic smile.