The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: What The Hell Is Wrong With This Pack?

Alaric shut his mouth the moment the question slipped out. He clearly saw both of them mark her. Such a dumb question.

Brilliant. Truly. Top of his class at the Royal Academy and he just asked who marked the woman after watching two alphas sink their fangs into her neck.

Having learned from the times Dexmon bit off his head, he asked for the purpose of determining who would carry her.

He should’ve asked which one of them was claiming her. That was the actual question on everyone’s mind.

"Hyran, I need a portal to a private room in the infirmary for her," Alaric called. He stepped back from Serena, deciding to let them sort it out. He’d intervene if they tore her in half.

Hyran opened a portal and everyone watched. Unable to look away. Thinking the exact same thing.

Gavriel took control and scooped her up in his arms. He didn’t need to be told or ask.

He stepped through the portal, ignoring the angry glares from the two apex predators behind him, both wanting to rip his arms off.

Wonderful. He’d done a lot of questionable things in his life, but this might top it.

Fin stood immediately and followed, unwilling to let her out of his sight.

Dexmon’s eyes shot daggers into his back.

Agnes was still crying, calling Dexmon’s name. Her sobs filled the room.

Two guards showed up at that moment.

Agnes spotted them and her cries grew louder. She reached for Dexmon, but Aegon didn’t acknowledge her.

"Dex, please," she whined. "Don’t let them take me. You know I didn’t do anything wrong."

One of the guards stepped forward. "Princess Agnes, you need to come with us."

"I’m not going anywhere." She lifted her chin, tears still streaming. "I am betrothed to the Crown Prince of Drakenfell. You have no authority over me."

The guard didn’t flinch. "King Tiberon’s orders, Princess."

"This is ridiculous." She stamped her foot, then immediately crumpled, clutching her ankle. "Ow! See? I’m injured. Dex, tell them."

Aegon’s gold eyes slid to her. Cold. Unrecognizing.

She recoiled at the look.

The second guard moved in and scooped her up without ceremony.

"You hurt your ankle, Princess," he remarked flatly. "We’ll have someone look at it."

The first guard glanced at his partner. His partner stared straight ahead, jaw locked, the unmistakable expression of a man being paid exactly enough to not laugh.

"Put me down! This is assault! I am royalty!"

Her voice bounced off the stone walls as they attempted to carry her, each echo shriller than the last. She fought to get free.

"Dex will have your heads for this! Both of you! I’ll have your ranks, your pensions, your—"

Hyran rolled his eyes and opened a portal for the guards. No words were needed. No one spared her a second glance.

As soon as they stepped through, the portal snapped shut.

Gavriel placed Serena on the bed and the assistant prepared an I.V.

Aeron followed Fin into the infirmary. But when his arm brushed against Dexmon’s, he stopped cold. "I don’t sense any dark magic from him. That concerns me more."

"Separate room then," Hyran replied, then glanced at Dexmon. "Follow me."

Aegon, still controlling Dexmon, didn’t want to leave.

The fact he had marked her and couldn’t feel any matebond was a glaring red flag.

He had no clear memories of Serena, but her scent pulled him. Something ached in his chest, like he was grieving a loss he couldn’t remember.

No. He would not leave her alone with another alpha who marked her.

Hyran’s voice cut through the room. "We don’t know the nature of it. We can’t afford to have you both compromised."

Aegon knew he was right. He still wanted to rip Fin in half.

His jaw ticked for a second and he reluctantly followed.

"Aeron, this is your expertise. While you’re here," Hyran called from over his shoulder.

"Of course," Aeron replied, following them out.

King Tiberon turned to Hale, Elara, and Gavriel. "Back to camp. We will mindlink if we need further assistance tonight."

His tone was final. Elara didn’t argue, but her eyes stayed on Serena until the last possible second, when Hale finally grabbed her hand to pull her along.

When the door closed behind them, his gaze settled on Fin.

"I would rather you hear it from me than from the sound of dragons. We have intelligence that an invasion is occurring tonight in less than an hour. Hence my absence at the war summit today."

"You made an offer in good faith. I intend to honor it the same way."

"A portal to your camp is available. You are also welcome to remain with her. If you do so, Drakenfell will extend you protection."

Fin drew a slow breath. There was no world in which he would leave her.

"Your honesty is appreciated," he said evenly. "Drakenfell is among our most valued alliances. Shadowclaw does not abandon its allies. I will remain."

"Understood," King Tiberon replied. "My warriors will be notified."

King Tiberon gave Fin a single nod, then turned to leave.

"Send her to me. The High Western Wall," he added to Alaric on his way out.

Bellatrix’s eyes were still on Serena. Her usual cold composure was gone. It was clear she was enraged, but aimed at who was the question.

She followed Tiberon without a word.

Alaric put a tonic in the freezing cabinet and grabbed a syringe and needle.

"For her fever," he explained, sticking her.

The burning in Fin’s arm ceased.

It’d been going down since the second his venom entered her system. But whatever Alaric injected wiped out the rest completely.

Alaric muttered under his breath. "That was fast."

Fin: Serena’s combat suit is laced with something. Her entire body has a rash. No one is in the halls and I will not leave her. Is anyone nearby who could mindlink for a different one?

Aeron: She only has a few combat suits and they’re at the War Summit. Hyran made a portal back to camp to get another.

Fin: Are they not concerned about what was laced in it?

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