The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 520

Chapter 520: A Cat Swipe At A Vampire

It didn’t take a mage scholar to see exactly which wolf the vampires wanted.

Rook lunged first, a green blur of muscle and fury, ripping a feral vampire clean in half. The two pieces hit the ground twitching in opposite directions, still trying to crawl toward Aurelia with the determination of something too stupid to understand it was dead.

Aegon barreled into another at full speed, jaws locking around its torso, momentum carrying both of them sideways. He tossed it off the cliff with a flick of his neck that had zero hesitation and maximum disrespect.

Aurelia darted under Xeon immediately, tucking herself beneath his massive frame like a very expensive, very glowing liability, letting those two put themselves between her and everything with fangs.

Xeon growled, low and vibrating, the kind of sound that rearranged the internal organs of anything dumb enough to be standing nearby. One vampire tried to dart under him toward her. He ripped it apart before its claws touched the ground, spitting the pieces sideways without breaking his guard.

They covered ground faster in wolf form, paws gripping stone that boots had stumbled over, four wolves eating distance that had taken hours on two legs.

But Aurelia seemed to be attracting more of them. Every dead vampire was replaced by three live ones, all of them laser-focused on the white wolf like she was a goddamn beacon broadcasting an all-you-can-eat signal.

Dexmon: I genuinely cannot decide what is worse. Serena attracting every psychopath with a pulse, or her wolf attracting every psychopath without one.

Fin: I was thinking the exact same thing.

Gavriel: Her wolf keeps dodging instead of biting. I think she doesn’t want to get any of it in her mouth.

Fin: Can you blame her?

Gavriel: Absolutely I cannot. That black drool would make ME gag and I once ate a raw fish on a dare.

Dexmon: We get her to shift back the second the coast is clear. She rides on my wolf. Aurelia is a damn magnet and we need her off the ground.

Fin: Agreed.

Gavriel: So our extraction plan is "kill everything, then taxi service." Bold strategy.

Dexmon: You have a better one?

Gavriel: I do. Kill everything FASTER, then taxi service.

Dexmon: Incredible contribution, Gav.

Gavriel: I’m a ideas man. You two are the muscle. Division of labor.

Dexmon: You literally just ripped a vampire’s spine out and used it as a weapon.

Gavriel: Multitasking.

They came in droves, wave after wave, an inexhaustible pipeline of fangs and fury that the mountain kept producing like it had a factory underneath.

Four wolves continued up the volcanic slope, killing and climbing, climbing and killing, a rhythm that was becoming less strategy and more survival instinct set to a metronome of violence.

Every ten feet earned, every ledge cleared, every switchback survived.

Then the mountain ripped them apart.

One moment the wolves fought shoulder to shoulder, tearing through the swarm that refused to stop coming. The next, the path cracked down the middle, a seismic CRACK splitting the stone beneath their paws like a god had taken an axe to the ridge.

Aegon leapt back, hind legs scrambling for purchase on crumbling rock.

Rook and Xeon skidded sideways, claws gouging trenches in the stone as momentum carried them toward the wrong edge.

Aurelia’s footing shattered.

The ledge beneath her disintegrated into a cascade of broken stone and jagged obsidian, and gravity did what gravity does best.

She tumbled down the slope, white fur scraping black volcanic glass, landing hard on a lower ledge with a yelp that echoed off the cliff walls and made three wolves lose their goddamn minds simultaneously.

Before she could rise, three vampires were already on her.

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