The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 714

Chapter 714: ON THE RUN

Once Otto had run off with the baby in his arms, Eleanor turned to the howling wolves who had already arrived.

"Come and feel my wrath."

She demanded in fury.

She waved her hands up together by the sides and tree vines emerged from the ground before enveloping Jasmine’s dead body.

She wasn’t going to let them take or harm her body.

Soon Jasmine’s body had completely vanished.

When there was no trace of Jasmine or her scent anywhere, she turned to finally focus the attackers.

She didn’t need to see them with her eyes to know they were over forty of them.

All Aiden’s loyalists, she knew.

She was going to finish them off.

At least until Otto was safe far away.

She waved a hand off and the forest answered her.

The ground trembled first.

Then it split.

Roots tore through the earth like something ancient waking from a long sleep, thick and twisted, rising with a violent force that sent two wolves flying backward before they could even land their strike.

They came anyway.

They always did.

Forty of them, maybe more. Eyes glowing. Teeth bared. Hungry for blood. Loyal to a man who had forgotten what it meant to be one.

Eleanor didn’t move.

Not at first.

She let them come close enough to believe they had a chance.

Then she lifted her hand.

And everything stopped.

Not them.

The air.

It thickened, heavy, suffocating. Like the forest itself had decided to hold its breath.

The first wolf lunged.

He never reached her.

A root shot up through his chest, lifting him clean off the ground before slamming him back down. The others howled, rage replacing hesitation as they charged from all sides.

"Come," Eleanor said softly. "Let me show you what you’ve chosen to follow."

The vines answered.

They whipped, coiled, crushed. Wrapping around limbs, snapping bones, dragging bodies of wolves already pouncing to attack into the soil.

Wolves shifted mid attack as their claws flared ready to attack.

This wasn’t a fight.

This was a warning.

Their blood soaked into the roots.

Screams tore through the trees.

Eleanor stepped forward slowly, her eyes glowing faintly now, something deeper than anger sitting beneath her skin.

She was going to make an example of all of them.

One of them managed to reach her.

He shifted mid-air, claws aiming straight for her throat.

"For my master!" He snapped. "I will take your-

She caught him.

Just like that.

Her hand closed around his neck before he finish his sentence or even touch her.

He froze.

His eyes widened.

"Tell your master," she said quietly, almost gently, "that he has crossed a line he can’t uncross."

Then she snapped her fingers.

The vines dragged him away screaming.

Silence fell.

Heavy.

Final.

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