Semua Bab Alpha of Alphas - The Lycan's Impossible Mate: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Kane's POVI give the guards their orders, then take my mate home. Whether she knows it or not, she needs to rest. The silver, brief as the exposure was, has weakened her, and the creation of the oath bonds themselves can be tiring.Willow still doesn’t understand why the wolves would offer themselves up in the way they did, but at least she grudgingly accepts it now. “Are you hungry?” I ask as we walk into the living room. “I will quickly slap something together.”“I suppose so,” she says and without another word disappears down the hallway with Adare.I follow her to the bedroom, just in time to see the tips of her fingers glow blue-white. “What are you doing?”“Healing my fingers,” she says, holding her hands out in front of her, a look of surprise on her face. “I’ve never tried to heal myself before.”“Is it working?”“Yeah.”She’s like a piano wire, tense and stretched way too tight, right on the brink of snapping. “Do you want a glass of wine or something?”“No. I have to nurse

Kane's POV Four hours later, I sneak through the quiet castle, ignoring the few Omegas that are still awake and going about their work. They’re not used to seeing my wolf in the castle, and most of them cower away in fear. The guards, on the other hand, give me curious looks, following me with their eyes. I have no idea what Dario did or where he went, but I woke up right on the boundary of the witches’ forest, naked and freezing cold. I did a quick self-check to reassure myself that I didn’t kill someone or inadvertently hurt myself. I am hungry and thirsty, so at least I haven’t eaten some poor, helpless witch child. Without any interference from Dario this time, I shifted back to wolf form and ran home. He must have really pushed himself to the brink because everything hurt. Within seconds of starting the run home, my lungs burned and every muscle screamed at me to stop, but the worst was my paws. They’re ragged and raw and each step sent sparks of pain up my legs. I forced myse

Trust my father to ruin my life, even from beyond the grave. “Fine,” I say. “You’ve got me. Go ahead and kill me. I hope you have silver bullets in those rifles because I have no desire to suffer.” “Kill you? Oh no, no, no, you are of no use to us if you’re dead. I told you already, Miss Jones, we have orders to bring you in alive.” Oh lovely. Here we go again. Back to dungeons and endless torture, I suppose. “To Rome?” “Yes. The Pope desires an audience.” I snort loudly and fold my legs under me, sitting hip-deep in someone’s blood and not caring. “Why?” Lester crouches next to me. “I don’t know why, Miss Jones. I’m just a soldier. As you’ve said, the kings don’t reveal their plans to the peasants.” “You are hardly a peasant.” Lester chuckles but doesn’t comment. “Bind her with silver.” Oh great. Just what I need. My only fear now is that Kane will feel my terror and pain – he can’t think rationally when that happens. I try to remember how the witches blocked our bond when the

Kane's POV On my way to the forest, I stop feeling Willow. It’s as if someone flipped a switch. One moment, I can still feel all her sorrow and regret, and the next…nothing. If the Templars were hoping this would make me back off, they are sorely mistaken. It has the opposite effect on me. I rip my shorts off and shift, increasing my speed. I’m aware that several more Alphas have joined us and are charging after Jackson and me, determined to help or prove their worth to me – whichever one of the two it is doesn’t matter, they can fight and that’s all I care about. I find Willow’s guards, Mario and Arlene, pacing up and down right outside the boundary. They can’t enter and they’re frantic. I see red, and go straight for them, throwing Mario on his back and clamping my mouth around his exposed neck. The guard lets out a frightened yelp and desperately tries to push me off him, but his efforts are in vain. He needs to die. He should be with her or dead, not out here safe and sound whi

Kane's POV We followed the Templars’ trail all the way to Drummond’s territory. The Alpha was already waiting for us at the border, wringing his hands and looking terrified. “They came this way,” he said and took us to an unused dirt road. “I swear, King, if I had known they were here--” “You’d be dead.” “What are they planning? A war?” “Yes,” I said. “I had a premonition some weeks ago…I just didn’t think it would happen so soon. I thought we’d have a few years at least.” “Why? Why did you think we had time?” Drummond asked. “Because the last time an Ultima was born, the war didn’t start until fifteen years later. It's happening too fast, he's not even grown yet.” “When did you plan on telling us this?” Drummond was clearly upset at the news, and offended because I didn't tell him sooner. “Tomorrow, after my father’s judgment.” “Now what?” “I don’t know. We can’t attack them on their territory.” “Why not?” one of the other Alphas asked. “They attacked us. Came to our home,