The challenge two alphas one girl novel Chapter 71

Katrina’s POV

My throat was sore and my voice hoarse from screaming. I banged on the locked door one more time. It would not budge. I was panting. I tossed the pitcher of water across the room sending drenching the rug near the bet. I sent the platter of cheese and wine flying causing red to splatter across the bed. I screamed again in rage but my voice had really lost its power. I clutched my throat. If that slime-ball thought I would marry him he was sadly mistaken.

I had been in this luxurious bedroom locked up for hours and hours. There were no windows. I was unsure of the passing of time. I was like a rare bird in a golden cage. The door clicked. It opened slowly. Lane, my purchaser, was standing there with a sly gleeful smile and a gleam in his eyes. He was flanked by two of his guards. They were vampire warriors who worked with my father. The last time Lane had checked on me, I had flew at him and scratched his face and neck. I noticed it had already healed. My own stepfather, Ezekiel, had betrayed me, sold me to this fiend.

“I have some grave news, I’m afraid,” said Lane looking anything but sad.

My heart raced.

“Your dear brother, Lord Ezra, was stabbed by a blessed blade during all the commotion he caused when he found out you’d been promised to be! What a mean brother in law he would have been!” Lane clutched his c.hest as though deeply personally offended.

I held my breath. I was shaking. Ezra. No, no, no. He was lying! He had to be! Ezra was the strongest fighter in our coven. I tried to hold back my tears and be strong but my heart was breaking. Tears streamed down my face.

“Here’s proof if you require it,” added Lane, tossing a pouch on the bed.

I held it with shaking hands. It was heavy. I looked inside. The blessed blade was in there stained with bl00d. I could smell it. Ezra’s bl00d. I dropped the pouch on the floor. I crawled backwards away from Lane and his guards. I cowered in a corner, my head in my hands.

“Oh and something else, a certain werewolf came looking for you? Um, what was it…Sabertooth?” Asked Lane with a mock quizzical look on his face.

“Fang?” I breathed. My heart almost stopped.

“Yes! That’s it!” Exclaimed Lane.

As if he didn’t know the name of the Marigold Beta!

“What have you done to Fang?” I whispered, trembling.

“It was ever so heroic how he barged in with a squad of werewolves to come to your rescue!” Cooed Lane.

Fang had come to save me? Even in the midst of despair I felt my heart leap a little as I pictured him storming into the castle, tall, broad-shouldered and hotbl00ded, his warm brown eyes searching for me.

Lane interrupted my daydream, my brief respite, to deliver the final blow.

“Alas, bullets of silver dipped in wolfsbane were rained down on your heroic friend!”

My vision blurred at the edges. I shut my eyes tightly. I refused to speak. I wanted time to stop. If this was my present I did not want to look upon the near future.

Fang’s POV

By now everyone I loved would have learnt of my treachery. I felt strangely emboldened by this. It was freeing in a sick detached sort of way. When you’d fallen short of everyone’s expectations, burnt every bridge, let everyone down, it really no longer mattered what happened or what anyone thought of me. If I could wish for anything just for myself, it’d be to hold my future child, to see their little face at least once. I sighed.

The estate where Lane lived loomed before me. Its walls of dark grey stone were strangely jagged and oddly angled, making the castle look like a crooked mountain. I ran towards it, silent and determined. I was in my wolf form. There was a guard booth at the gate with three armed guards sleeping. Sleeping vampires? Upon closer inspection, I realized they were human. Was there a h.uge budget cut in security? There was no honor in taking down a sleeping human. I leapt over the gate easily and landed soundlessly. They remained sleeping.

A rustle nearby made me flinch. I smelled them. Two vampires were approaching, both armed. They were guards doing a patrol. They were made vampires not novices but not incredibly experienced. I did not bother to hide. One saw me. He raised his gun clumsily I launched myself at his throat. The other was so shocked he had frozen. I quickly took care of him. The humans were still asleep at the gate! Good grief! Being a human was probably tiring or something. Their immune systems weren’t as great. Maybe they all had chronic fatigue.

I shifted, standing there, n.aked as the day I was born. I wanted to check the gun’s ammunition. There were two barrels, one loaded with silver bullets dipped in wolfsbane and the other contained wooden bullets with sharpened points, like wooden stakes. These had been blessed with holy water. Wow, so this manor was anticipating retaliation from either vampires or werewolves. I thought of Ezra. He was well-liked among vampires as the Vampire Prince. If people found out of the mutiny in which he had been stabbed, they’d be furious. Some would remain loyal to their old ruler Ezekiel but many would turn away from the old ways and follow Ezra. I smiled at that. There was hope for the future yet.

Raelynn’s POV

Thaddeus had organized a room for me on the Alpha floor but it remained unused. I used the adjacent master bathroom to shower quickly or take a bathroom break. Other than that, I stayed at Ezra’s bedside in an armchair. He was still unconscious but the doctors said he was improving. His vitals were stable now and for that at least I was grateful. I sighed. I stroked his cold cheek. I k!ssed his forehead and the tip of his nose. I wiped a stray tear as it escaped my watery eyes.

I kept picturing Fang in his wolf form taking down all those vampires who had attacked Ezra and me. He had said he was proud of me. I had barely had a brother and then just like that he was lost to me. Friday had mind-linked me to say she was working on a plan to go after Fang and Katrina. She thought it would be too late by the time Ezra woke up. Thaddeus and Maze would send a squad for Katrina but they certainly wouldn’t be seeing to Fang’s safety any time soon. They had seemed furious after Friday read Fang’s confession letter. I put my head in my hands.

“Raelynn,” said a high-pitched voice softly. I looked up. My eyes widened. It was the little doctor who had agreed to organize the DNA test for me.

“I’m sorry to disturb you during such a difficult moment,” said Dr Jo apologetically.

“No, no, it’s ok. One more day until I get my paternity test results!” I exclaimed, smiling.

“Actually…” began Doc Jo.

My heart plummeted. It would be longer than forty-eight hours? I sighed.

“It’s ok, Doc, I know you’re all doing your best,” I said smiling.

She giggled. “Don’t mope yet! Let me finish! Also don’t call me Dr. Just Jo is fine,” she said brightly. She had a gleam in her big brown eyes. The light was fading outside. Her golden brown curls shone in the last rays of sunlight as they streamed in through the glass windows in the infirmary.

“I called in a little favour owed to me from my friend, the lab tech! He rushed the results so we got it in twenty-four hours!” Jo said.

I felt giddy. I waited with bated breath.

“Are you ready to know who your father is?” Asked Jo.

The door to the infirmary burst open startling both of us. We looked around. It was Friday! Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. I knew she was mourning Fang.

“Jo!” Exclaimed Friday, sounding surprised.

“I’m so sorry about the whole situation,” said Jo, looking at Friday’s puffy eyes.

Friday sniffled and shrugged, smiling sadly.

“I have the paternity test results,” Jo said hesitantly to Friday.

Friday’s eyes widened. She looked as though a lightbulb had just turned on in her head.

“Do you mind me staying or do you want to find out alone?” Friday asked, biting her l!p.

“Together,” I insisted, taking my little sister’s hand.

She smiled though there were tears in her eyes.

“Together,” she agreed softly.