Alpha's STOLEN Mate (by Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Her words stirred something-fragmented memories trying to surface through the madness. Four years ago. Rejection. The mate who’d

thrown me away like garbage, who’d valued his pack’s politics over the bond between us.

Fuck mates! My mate is my enemy! The one who abandoned me, who made me nothing!

Why should I care if he dies?

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The thought was the final break. Whatever thin thread of sanity I’d been clinging to snapped completely.

I unleashed everything. Lightning and fire in devastating combination, no longer aimed or controlled but simply pouring out of me in waves of destruction. The bombardment tore through stone, shattered crystal formations, turned sand to glass. Somewhere in the chaos, I felt the black wolf take more damage from my attacks, felt his pain spike through the bond.

I didn’t care. Couldn’t care. My mind knew only the need to kill the witch, to destroy anything and everything until she was dead.

The witch laughed and vanished. The moment she disappeared, the massive crystal’s light flickered and died, plunging us into darkness.

The oppressive magical presence was gone.

The cave went eerily quiet, just the crackle of flames and settling rubble.

Then-noise from the entrance. Running footsteps. A gray wolf burst into the ruined chamber at full speed, eyes wild with desperation.

Something about it tugged at buried recognition, but the killing frenzy overwhelmed everything else. The witch had escaped, but here was a new target! Finally, something I could sink my claws into!

Another weak wolf daring to enter! Perfect! Let me show you what a white wolf can do!

I snarled and attacked with blinding speed, my claws striking with enough force to shatter stone. The gray wolf flew backward, slamming into rubble with bone-breaking impact.

But it didn’t fight back. It just looked at me with eyes full of something that almost, almost penetrated the madness-recognition. Grief.

Love?

I knew this wolf. Somewhere deep down, past the rage and fire, I knew it.

But my claws only wanted to tear and rend and destroy.

Enemy or friend-the distinction no longer existed. There was only prey and the hunt.

I lunged for the killing blow, my flaming claws aimed at the gray wolf’s exposed throat. It didn’t even try to defend itself, just stared at me with those impossibly sad eyes, like it was accepting death.

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Suddenly the black wolf surged upward despite its catastrophic injuries, throwing itself between us with desperate strength. My claws raked across its throat, the sharp edges opening deep gashes that just barely missed the jugular. Hot blood sprayed across my face and

chest.

Fuck! Another enemy trying to interfere!

I leaped back into a predatory crouch, circling, snarling threats. The black wolf positioned itself protectively over the gray one, its eyes showing profound confusion and fury at being attacked by me.

Well, you look stronger than the gray one. More worthy of a fight. But still weak compared to me.

I decided to test him without elemental powers-wanted to feel flesh tear under my claws, wanted the visceral satisfaction of pure combat. I accelerated to inhuman speed, attacking from every angle in rapid succession-above, below, left, right, behind-flowing like wind made flesh. My claws struck again again, each blow calculated to maim.

The black wolf was powerful, clearly an exceptional fighter with strength that would terrify normal wolves. But he refused to attack me back, putting every ounce of his considerable power into defense alone. He took hit after hit, blood flowing from dozens of wounds, his breathing growing labored—yet never once did he try to hurt me in return.

Even in my feral state, I recognized this

was unusual. Wrong, somehow.

But mostly I just felt disappointed. Bored.

Only defense? I expected more entertainment from such a strong black wolf. How dull. How pathetic.

I lost interest and pivoted toward the gray wolf. In a blur of motion, I grabbed it by the scruff and hurled it into the air with savage force. It crashed down hard against the stone floor, the impact echoing through the cave. The gray wolf lay motionless, knocked unconscious.

Perfect. Now I could finish it.

I stalked toward the limp form, claws extended, ready to tear out its throat while it was helpless-

The black wolf crashed between us, throwing itself over the gray wolf’s body. My claws punched clean through his chest with a sickening crunch. I felt them pierce his heart, create a gaping hole.

Inexplicable agony exploded through my own chest.

The black wolf’s eyes met mine-not with hatred, but with acceptance. Relief that it was him instead of the gray one.

His blood dripped onto my white fur, warm and horribly familiar. Each drop burned through the rage.

The mate bond flared with his pain. Suddenly I could feel everything-his love, his desperate need to protect me even from myself, his willingness to die for me.

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Reality crashed back like ice water.

The red haze cleared. The feral rage drained away.

Fuck. This is Kaius. The gray wolf is Frost.

And I just killed him.

What have I done?

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