Page 70 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part Two

“What did he say?” she asked quickly.

When Dylan gave her a pointed look, she remembered she wasn’t supposed to let other people know she knew about them and what they could do.

“I’ll go. Take care of our girls,” Micah said before he ran down the stairs.

Dylan bundled her back into the house and shut the door before she could see Micah shift.

“Wait! It’s happening again, isn’t it?” she asked. “We’re under attack again.”

“Take Jasmine and Diedre to the bedroom and lock the door,” Dylan said, ignoring her question as he rushed to one of the large windows to look. “And stay there this time. I mean it.”

Micah’s wife and Diedre appeared in the hallway without her having to call them. But she wasn’t going anywhere if Jackson was out there on his own.

It wasn’t just the discomfort that the separation brought; it was also the thought of losing him that made her feel ill. She’d just admitted how she felt about him! Why did this stuff keep happening to them?

“Aren’t you going to help him?” she asked Dylan.

“I have to make sure you and the child are safe—”

“You have to make sure Jackson is safe. You’re his best friend!”

Diedre came to the window and looked outside. Then she brought her hand to her mouth as if she had seen something horrific.

“No,” Diedre whispered.

The woman looked tired, and she swore Diedre had somehow aged years in the few months she had known her. But that didn’t strike her as much as the amount of pain and fear she felt from her.

“Diedre, please go upstairs,” Dylan said. “Jackson will fix this.”

“Has Micah gone out there?” Jasmine asked, and again, the fear from her was overwhelming, too.

Something big was happening. Something that terrified these strong wolves.

“Go and help them,” she whispered to Dylan. “Please. I’ll lock the front door.”

Dylan looked outside again. It was clear that was what he wanted to do. It was what she wanted to do, too. Every part of her was pushing her to go and help Jackson despite the fear that was making her heart beat so fast.

‘Then do it,’ the voice in her head said.

She just about managed not to jump that time.

‘Do it, Layla. I’ll help you like I did last time. We can’t let Jackson die.’

The moment that voice said that she heard the snarls and growls from beyond the gates. She knew before she felt the rage inside her that Jackson had started to fight.

Dylan rushed to open the door but stopped to look at her. It is evident from the look on his face that he’d heard the noise in the forest, too.

“Lock the door. Do. Not. Leave. The. House,” he growled before he ran out of the house.

She focused her senses the way Jackson had taught her and followed the direction the fighting sounds were coming from. It wasn’t just Jackson she heard. There were hundreds of wolves out there. Their paws thundered in unison on the ground as they approached the town. And somewhere in all that noise, Jackson continued to fight. He continued to defend his people. But he was still alone.

‘Go to him!’

“Lock the door behind me,” she said as she opened the door.

“Layla!” Diedre called out. “Jackson won’t like tha—”

“Lock the door,” she repeated before she slammed it and ran after Dylan.

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