The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 545

Chapter 545: Every Ounce Of Alpha He Owned

Serena: Gav, if there are more of those—

Gavriel: Then I’ll cut those too. Anyways, rivers are fine. Bathtubs. Puddles, even. But lakes are off the list. I’m drawing a firm personal boundary with lakes.

He swam towards the statue using the fading glow of her arrow to guide him, the gold light pulsing like a heartbeat in the distance, growing brighter with every stroke. He moved at speed with Serena against his chest, his green blade raised in his free hand, eyes scanning the dark water around them.

The lakebed rumbled. The vibration traveled through the stone and up through the water and into his teeth, a low, grinding tremor that communicated a single piece of information: the thing he had just cut a tentacle off of was bigger than the tentacle suggested. Something enormous shifted in the abyss beyond the statue’s light, something that displaced enough water to create a current, something with more than one spiked limb and very fresh opinions about the man who had severed one of them.

Serena: There are more.

Gavriel: And if they come near you, then they will face an aggressive green glowing Gamma named Gavriel.

Serena: Why do I have a feeling you have been waiting to say that?

Gavriel: It really rolls off the tongue.

A second tentacle shot from the darkness.

Gavriel was ready.

The swing was faster this time, cleaner, his body learning the weight and reach of the green blade in real time, and the tentacle split apart three feet from Serena’s body. The severed end recoiled, dissolving into ink-black silt before it hit the lakebed, and the creature retreated again with another grinding vibration that sounded less like pain and more like patience.

It was learning too.

He didn’t waste a second. Arm still locked around Serena, he kicked toward the statue with everything he had, the green light flaring brighter around them as if his magic understood the urgency and was pouring more fuel into the shield.

Serena reached out and her fingers brushed the dragon’s carved head.

Gold light erupted from the point of contact like a sunrise detonating underwater.

The blast radiated outward in a sphere of steady, pulsing brilliance that swallowed the dark in every direction, filling the lake from floor to frozen ceiling with a glow so total and so absolute that the shadows didn’t retreat so much as cease to exist. The lakebed was illuminated in its entirety for the first time in however many centuries the statue had been sitting here, and the world beneath the ice was suddenly, stunningly, terrifyingly visible.

Ancient stone stretched in every direction, carved with runes and symbols that pulsed in response to the gold light. The lakebed was a floor, engineered and intentional, and the statue stood at its center like a monument to whatever civilization had built this place and submerged it.

In the distance, something gold glimmered.

A token was resting in a second dragon statue’s mouth.

The statue was identical in size to the first.

Gav: Hold onto me, not the rope.

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