The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 500

Chapter 500: That’s Cheating, You Undead Fucks

Aeron came last. His body dropped from the chute in a controlled tuck, his boots finding the cavern floor.

He landed on his feet. Brushed one sleeve. Scanned the cavern. Filed twelve observations in three seconds.

"How remarkable," Aeron said, turning from warrior Master Mage into scholar with the speed of a switch flipping. His eyes were already tracking the rune patterns on the walls, the light sequences, the architectural geometry of a space that was ancient and deliberate and producing questions his journal was going to answer. "This predates the Second Age. The construction technique is pre-wolf. Look at the jointwork. Look at the rune alignment. This is the oldest thing I have ever stood inside."

They heard another rumble, closer this time. Dexmon swallowed his own fear down. Those things scared him more than he would like to admit. More than Dark Fae or dark mages ever had.

Aegon: That is because they kill us with one bite and they smell like something died inside something that already died.

Dex: Helpful observation.

Aegon: Also, they put their heads back on. That is cheating. I remove a head, the head should stay removed. That is the social contract of violence. They have violated the contract.

Dex: I don’t think vampires signed a social contract.

Aegon: Then they are also criminals. Add it to the list. Smelly. Cheaters. Criminals. Ugly. Want to eat our mate. I hate them with my whole body.

Dex: For once, we are in complete agreement.

Aegon: Also, the green wolf is the same size as us and I have feelings about it.

Dex: Later.

Aegon: The feelings are loud.

Dex: LATER.

Next to him, Gavriel was scanning the cavern, searching for threats, his own wolf producing a parallel commentary.

Rook: The runes recognize her.

Gavriel: I can see that.

Rook: They recognize us too.

Gavriel: What does that mean?

Rook: It means what I keep telling you. MATE.

Gavriel: Rook, I swear to the gods—

Rook: Three. Mates. You. Her. Them. Three. I can count. Can you?

Gavriel: What the hell are you talking about?

Rook: Mate. Real mate.

The space was larger than he first realized. The cavern opened up beyond the entry chamber, the ceiling rising into a darkness that swallowed torchlight and returned nothing, the walls curving inward at angles that were too smooth, too intentional, too designed to be natural.

Serena turned to the glowing runes carved into the cavern wall. Her eyes went pink and she spoke in a language only Maelor knew.

Hyran and Aeron shot Maelor a knowing glance.

Maelor lifted his chin and straightened, but did zero translating.

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