The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 462

Chapter 462: What The Fuck Are We Watching

Two hundred military careers were about to be hanging by a thread in the next thirty seconds because the Crown Princess’s wolf was about to engage in the most absurd fucking display of combat anyone had ever witnessed.

Nothing could have prepared them for this shit.

It started when Thor’s wolf sat down. Raised a paw. And smacked Aurelia across the face with it.

Hard enough to make her stumble. Her front legs shuffled sideways, her balance catching up to the impact a half-second late, her golden eyes going wide with the specific shock of a wolf who had invented a game and just discovered the game hit back.

Two goddamn Alpha Kings, the most powerful wolves on the continent, were standing on a sideline vibrating with suppressed fury because a soldier’s wolf had slapped their mate across the face during a drill they couldn’t interrupt. Both men were fighting their wolves who were clawing at the surface with everything they had.

The fighting was visible. Embarrassingly visible. Dex’s shoulders were shaking. His hands were fists. His eyes were solid gold and the gold was flickering with the rapid, strobing intensity of a wolf slamming against a door his human was holding shut. Fin was worse. His neck tendons were standing out like bridge cables, his entire body rigid, his face locked into an expression that could only be described as violently constipated.

They looked, collectively, like two men trying to hold in sneezes that could level buildings.

A warrior standing three feet to Dexmon’s left took one very quiet, very deliberate step to his right. The soldier beside that soldier saw the step and took his own. A third followed. Within four seconds, a radius of empty space had formed around both Alphas, a buffer zone created by men whose survival instincts were sharper than their loyalty to their positions and whose positions were relocatable and whose lives were less so.

On Fin’s side, Captain Thane, who had traveled with him through the portal, took two full steps backwards without turning around. He had seen this enough times to know the warning signs.

Meanwhile, Aurelia’s paw was already back up.

She hit Thor again. Same paw. Same catlike swat. Same energy. Right across the snout. The hit said "I started this and I am continuing this and the rules of this game are mine."

Thor’s wolf recoiled. His ears went flat. His expression cycled through offense, confusion, and something approaching indignation, the face of a wolf whose feelings had been hurt twice in thirty seconds by the same paw and whose feelings were now forming a union to protest working conditions.

A soldier in the front row leaned toward the man beside him. "What the fuck are we watching?"

"I have absolutely no idea."

"Is this the drill?"

"I think this is something else entirely."

"Should we be concerned?"

"I think we should be quiet and let it play out."

Thor hit her back. Same paw. Same force. Same bewildered energy of a wolf who had his feelings hurt and now this was personal.

Aurelia: The broken wolf is slow.

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