The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Dick-Size Contest

Gold light pulsed under her skin in erratic waves, like a fire that had run out of fuel and was burning the container instead.

Serena lay on the bed, her body radiating heat like a furnace.

Hyran’s hands hovered over her, jaw tight. "She’s overloaded. The magic has nowhere to go."

Aeron stood on her other side. They exchanged a look. Neither had answers.

The tent flap ripped open and Alaric strode in, medical bag already in hand. He took one look at Serena, muttered something under his breath, and pulled out a syringe.

"What is that?" Fin demanded.

"Fever reducer. Her body is cooking itself." Alaric didn’t wait for permission. He jabbed the needle into her arm and depressed the plunger. "This buys us minutes, not solutions. So if anyone has a brilliant idea, now would be the time."

Silence.

In the distance, Velkaris roared. The sound shook the ground beneath their feet.

Every Hidden Flame mark in the room flared white-hot.

Hyran’s hand flew to his own mark. Even Alaric winced, though he tried to hide it.

Fin hissed through his teeth, gripping his forearm. It hurt more than usual. He pulled up his sleeve, and watched a mark sear onto his skin in real-time.

He’d seen a similar one on Serena when he peeled her out of her combat suit, the first night he marked her. It had disappeared by morning and he hadn’t seen it since. So he assumed it was tied to her blood oath and only revealed at certain times.

But he had no explanation for why one was being carved into his arm right now.

Hyran’s eyes flicked to it. Then to Fin’s face. He said nothing.

Alaric noticed too. His expression didn’t change, but his gaze lingered a moment too long before returning to Serena.

The tent flap burst open again.

Dexmon stormed in, chest heaving. His mark was burning too.

He moved past Fin like he wasn’t even there, dropping beside the bed, his hand finding Serena’s face. Her skin was scorching beneath his palm.

"What is wrong with her?"

"She overpowered herself." Hyran’s voice was grim. "To a degree I’ve never seen before."

Everyone’s marks flared hotter. Alaric cursed under his breath.

Velkaris roared again from outside, closer now. The sound was different this time. Irritation. Impatience.

Dexmon’s head snapped towards the sound. Something passed across his face. Understanding.

He didn’t hesitate. He scooped Serena into his arms and stood.

Fin moved like lightning, blocking the exit. His eyes blazed molten gold, Xeon surging to the surface. When he spoke, his voice came out layered.

"Where the hell do you think you’re going?"

Dexmon’s voice was also layered, his and Aegon’s, woven together.

"Saving her life, you overgrown house cat. Move."

Fin didn’t move.

"That’s my mate in your arms. Put her down before I make a coat out of you, Pup."

"You aren’t even housebroken. Go back to obedience school," Aegon fired back through Dexmon.

"She has my mark. My venom. My claim. Put. Her. Down." Fin’s voice had dropped out entirely. This was all Xeon now.

"She moaned my name before you ever touched her. Go fetch your own mate."

"Take a seat, son. She was moaning my name last night no problem," Xeon growled. "She deserves an Alpha King. Not a whiny prince."

"An Alpha King who lost his mate to a prince. Sit. Down."

"I will kick your ass."

"Fine. Right now. Let’s go," Aegon snarled.

Aeron’s eyes were going back and forth in fascination. A genuine smile on his face. Like it was the coolest thing he’d seen in his life. He leaned towards Hyran and whispered, "Are they aware when it happens?"

Hyran didn’t look up. "They do not care."

"Incredible." Aeron pulled a small journal from his coat and uncapped a pen.

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