My Personal Lycan King novel Chapter 78

ALEXANDER'S POV

'Hunter, can you feel where he went?' I asked through my mind link while following the scent of that nasty witch who had been helping Robert in his destruction plan.

'I am not sure. He isn't leaving any traces. Let's go in the north direction first.' Hunter replied, making me run in the north direction.

However, before I could run even a km, I was pushed back to the ground by a large force.

Looks like the coward has finally decided to show his face.

"I don't get what you are running for. You and your species call yourself strong creatures, but when it comes to a one-on-one fight, you do nothing but run with your tail between your legs like a pussy you guys are." I shouted, trying to excite the witch.

"Who is running from you, dog? What can you do with your weakened body anyways? What I am trying to do is buy myself some time so that I can do what I want." Patrick smirked, his body floating in the air.

"Haha... You call yourself a strong witch, and you don't even know that no prisoning and weakening potion works on a king for more than a couple of hours. And it has already been five hours since I was last given any dose." I said before growling at him and lunging at him.

Catching his legs his my hand, I immediately threw him at a nearby tree before changing into my wolf form.

I looked at that witch coughing blood before he closed his fist and chanted something that created large stone walls in front of me. 

Huh! As if these walls can stop me.

Growling loudly, I threw myself at those walls, immediately breaking them into large pieces. 

Gazing at the witch, who was looking at me with a tint of horror, I lunged at him again, however, this time he was quick to dodge me, and I could only scratch his arm with my paws.

His wincing was like music to my ears after what he had made me go through. After what he made Victoria go through.

I might not know what exactly happened, but it looked like hunter had some kind of connection with her as he knows everything but has barred me from knowing anything. 

Not only he called me a bastard to believe everyone so easily, but also an incompatible mate that really edged me.

For my wolf to curse me like this, it must've been something really bad. 

My love has to suffer in the arms of these pathetic people because of my mistake. 

The one that I had promised to care for and protect for the rest of my life was in danger and pain for soo long, and I couldn't do anything about it, and the thought of it angered me enough to almost go berserk.

The only thing that has kept me sane for now is the fact that when I reached the border of my pack, I smelled her, and she didn't smell any different from how I had left her, which was probably a good sign. Though her emotions were all over the place, as long as she was fine, I know I will be able to correct everything.

Concentrating back on the task on hand, I looked at the witch before smiling,

"Is this all you have? You, who calls himself one of the strongest, have only this much? No wonder Christopher is still the king of the witches. It's all because other people in the coven are so incompatible that all they can do while fighting another king is float in the air and chant spells. 

The last time an alpha king fought with Christopher for fun, they had a real sword fight, but you on the other hand only know how to fly." I scoffed, knowing that this topic was a sour spot for him.

Who doesn't know about Patrick trying to take over the throne for the last few decades but has always come empty-handed because the people of the coven didn't believe that he was capable enough to lead a coven full of powerful witches.

"You! You want to know what else I can do?" He said, his eyes glowing green with anger while he opened his palms and shot daggers at me.

Since I wasn't prepared for this, one of the daggers plunged through my upper arm, making hunter growl in anger as he lunged at Patrick again.

Patrick, who was still playing with daggers, was caught so off guard that he immediately fell to the ground with wide eyes as the hunter hovered over him, ready to snap his neck and kill him.

"Kill me! Go ahead! But what will happen to Victoria if I am killed?" Patrick said in a rush, and it immediately made us look at him in confusion before I bit into his hand, urging him to continue.