Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien) novel Chapter 151

Standoff

Standoff

Third POV

Bram focused his sharp eyes as he scanned the Shadowfang perimeter where he had run to in the north. He had cradled Tamara close to him. The pup was crying

constantly and he was getting impatient.

She was so small and so vulnerable that it was a perfect leverage. He was going to take her to his hiding place in the human town, and then trade her with Auren. Simple. He had nothing to do with the pups. Lucien could keep them. As long as Bram was concerned, it was a fantastic idea. A win–win situation.

He knew that the Shadowfang warriors were scattered. Mo

of

on the southern border, fighting off the Alphas who had launch them were focused

their attack. He

smirked at how easily he fooled the alphas. They were all fighting for him for his selfish reasons–which they didn’t know. It was the perfect distraction.

He noticed that there were a few patrolling guards here and there in the north. He

could use that.

With a deepth, he cooed the little pup, who became distracted, and then gave her

a pacifier. Distressed, she took it immediately and became calm. He shifted silently on his feet, moving like a ghost. His mind was calculating, plotting, on how to get out. He took out scent–masking herb from a small pouch in his slacks, crushed it in his palm and rubbed it against his clothes and a little over Tamara. The powerful scent Tamara. The powerful scent immediately hid his and Tamara’s scent, blending it with the natural smells of the forest. Even if a warrior passed near, he would go undetected.

He crossed the territory and started running as fast as he could, holding Tamara close to him. Her smell, though mingled with Lucien’s, soothed him a lot because it also carried Auren’s scent. He didn’t care what would happen after Auren came to him for her pup’s sake, but he was going to take her away and hide her forever. And she would be only for him.

He came across a stream, a place he knew well. He moved swiftly, keeping low. He followed the stream down. The rush of the water kept her soft cries muffled. He came across a narrow bend of the stream, crossed it, and moved as fast as possible into the forest. Luckily, he didn’t come across any of the warriors. He stayed hidden under thick foliage for a few minutes, scanning, listening carefully. Though he could hear occasional cries of the battle, there were no warriors on patrol this far into the

It was beginning to get darker. Since he couldn’t shift into his wolf, he knew he had to spend the night in a safe place. He kept moving until he came across a path that he remembered, and which led to a secluded cave. Tamara had begun crying again. “Can you stay quiet?” he growled. He knew the pup was hungry. He had a milk formula