The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: A Chair, A Chokehold, & Hale’s Entire Ass

At the entrance, Dex stood frozen. Not quite himself. But coming to.

He knew Serena’s name and that he loved her. He knew he rescued her from the forest weeks ago. But he couldn’t remember her face or her scent. Or anything else.

He didn’t fully understand what the hell happened. Or why his memories felt like shattered glass being reassembled by a drunk.

But when he entered the tent, he knew immediately. That was her. Her scent pulled something deep in his chest. His wolf knew too.

Mate.

Then he saw she was being held in silver chains. And his father was trying to negotiate to get her back.

What the hell? Why wasn’t Hyran doing more? Why was Gav just standing there?

He saw Viremont’s blade slice into her neck. Her blood hit him like a battering ram. The scent and sight both.

He’d seen that blood before. It was gold and unforgettable.

Then it came back to him, he’d seen that blood when she was initiated as a pack member. More than that, he saw it when she was crowned.

Memories started to come back in fragments.

Flashes of her laughing with him. Flashes of a kiss on an island in middle of a lake underground. Flashes of holding her against his chest in the bath. Flashes of picking her up and carrying her.

Like a bowstring, something snapped back into place where a void had been.

He could feel her emotions through their matebond.

The terror she felt.

Viremont scared her.

Why the hell was she in this situation? Why couldn’t she burn someone who held a knife up to her throat?

Was this the plan? He was having a hard time remembering.

No. He never would’ve approved of that plan.

Viremont raised his blade. Dex roared, lunging for her.

But when the blade came down, she vanished.

Dex continued moving towards him, murder in his eyes.

But Bastion Grimward stepped into his path, blade already swinging. The slash caught Dex across the throat.

Or it would have. His cuff vibrated. Gold light swallowed him before the blade made contact with his skin.

Grimward’s blade sliced through empty air. He stumbled forward, off-balance, snarling. "What the fuck."

Fin’s hands were already around Viremont’s neck.

"How. Dare. You." he snarled, shaking with rage.

Viremont’s hands clawed at Fin’s wrists, trying to pry them loose. His face purpled. His legs kicked uselessly against the ground.

Fin squeezed harder.

Garrett: Don’t kill him, Fin. We need to question him.

Fin’s wolf howled for blood. Every instinct screamed to crush this man’s windpipe and watch the light leave his eyes.

Hyran: Shadowclaw, we need him alive.

Fin shook with the effort of restraint. Viremont’s body went slack and Fin let go and immediately tied him in the silver chains he used to restrain Serena. Not caring that his hands burned while he did it.

Fin: He’s alive.

King Tiberon buried his sword in Grimward’s shoulder. "On your knees," he commanded, voice like thunder. "Now."

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