The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175: No Threesome Survives A Blood Oath

Fifty warriors across Drakenfell simultaneously grabbed their arms, swore, and started running in the same direction.

Thor Crushturn was having the best, most lucky, lightning-strikes-only-once night of his life. He was staring at his own reflection, mid-thrust in a redhead omega, trying to convince her brunette friend that his bedroom ceiling was "mirrored for strategic purposes," when his mark went off.

He pulled out, then shoved them both off of his bed.

"Duty calls."

The redhead smacked first, her friend second. Neither believed him the mirror was strategic.

On the castle’s west lawn, a golden dragon landed with a roar that rattled the windows. An unconscious Alpha Prince lay across his back, one arm hanging limp over his side, muttering the same word over and over like a prayer.

"Serena... Serena..."

The dragon roared again, louder this time, trying to get the attention of the guards. Three of them spilled their drinks. One dropped his sword.

Velkaris shifted his weight impatiently, as if their processing speed was a personal insult.

Directly under them, three alphas and three master mages were trying to save a girl’s life.

Maelor grunted, finally able to push his green magic into her, breaking through the barrier of darkness.

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She didn’t know when the running had started or how long it had been going on. Time didn’t work here. Direction didn’t either.

A dark tendril cracked like a whip, catching her with a sting and wrapping itself around her.

It yanked her back towards what looked like a pool of black water. More tendrils wrapped around her legs.

Her gold magic sat behind a wall she couldn’t break. She reached for pink, but her insides burned and none came.

The tendrils dragged her faster, and then the ground dropped out from under her. She was waist deep in the black water before she could scream.

In the distance, a black wolf saw and sprinted towards her with everything he had.

Dexmon shifted back mid-stride, his body reforming from wolf to man without slowing down.

He slid, arms locking around her, then lowered himself and began to use his weight as leverage to pull her up.

The tendrils wrapped around his ankle and leg, but it wasn’t enough to move him yet.

"Dex, I don’t have any magic to break it. You should run." She said it with the calm of someone who had stopped hoping and started calculating how long she had left.

Her acceptance bled through their matebond, and his insides twisted.

"No. I’m not going anywhere," he said firmly. "Hold onto me, baby."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, a sob escaping her mouth. "I don’t want to pull you under, D-D-Dex."

"I’m not letting go," he said in her ear, his voice raw and steady.

Her whole body shook against him, and Dex felt the exact weight of her trust land on his shoulders like an anvil wrapped in silk. It was the heaviest thing he had ever carried, and he would have died before he dropped it.

"Channel Velkaris into me."

Velkaris didn’t give her a moment to find him. The dragon’s fire slammed into her through whatever tether connected them, hot and golden and furious, flooding through her body.

She pushed it into Dexmon and the black magic touching them began to melt, hissing and recoiling from the heat like a living thing that had finally touched something it couldn’t consume.

It wasn’t enough to kill it or completely stop it. But the tendrils let go of Serena’s legs and Dexmon pulled her out and away from the blackness.

"Wrap your legs around me," he said in her ear, which, under literally any other circumstances, would have gone in a very different direction. "Don’t stop channeling."

She wrapped her legs around him and he moved them through the darkness, as far away as possible from the source.

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