The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 499

Chapter 499: Are You Fucking Kidding Me, Serena

They ran for a while in silence before Serena stopped suddenly.

The jungle shook and a rumbling noise sounded in the distance.

Her eyes flared pink and her head snapped towards a rocky outcrop half-buried under vines.

Before anyone could ask, Serena blurred forward toward a slit in the stone, too small, too dark, too suspicious.

"Serena, wait, don’t—"

Too late.

She ducked and slid straight into the narrow opening like gravity was a suggestion.

"Serena!" Dexmon roared as he dove after her, his thermal weave armor scraping stone. The chute was steeper than it looked, more like a granite throat, and he skidded down with zero control over his speed.

Gavriel, Maelor, Aeron, and Hyran sprinted after but were forced to stop at the entrance; the shaft was too tight, too angled, too risky for all of them at once.

Dexmon dropped the final few feet. Hard. Hard enough that it made even him wince.

Serena was already on the ground below, dazed, brushing dirt from her hands, eyes adjusting to the dim cavern.

The pink in her eyes was gone and she looked as confused as Dex felt.

She barely had time to inhale.

TWANG. TWANG. TWANG.

A volley of arrows shot out of the darkness straight for her heart.

Dexmon’s instincts detonated. His arm hooked her waist and pulled her flat on the ground.

A gold dome slammed around them in the same second and the arrows ricocheted off his barrier with metallic shrieks.

Dexmon pulled Serena against his chest.

"You’ve got to stop scaring the shit out of me."

He kissed her forehead.

Serena turned into his chest, arms wrapping around him. She wasn’t hiding the tremble in her body. Her eyes were red, breath shaking.

Above them, the chute produced a sound. The sound was Gavriel Sterling’s ass hitting granite at speed. His body shot out of the shaft at an angle that physics would describe as "uncontrolled descent" and Gavriel would describe as ’tactical entry.’ He landed on his back, slid four feet across the cavern floor, and came to a stop staring at the ceiling.

He lay there for two full seconds.

"Nailed it."

He sat up. Ash still in his hair. Orange pulp still on his thermal weave suit. Ancient vampire dust coating his entire left side. He looked like a man who had been rolling through every bad decision this continent had to offer and had collected souvenirs from each one.

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