Page 59 of Sold to the Alpha Wolf

Terrance bucked me off, flinging me ass-over-teakettle into the snow. I landed with a hard thump, and my entire body ached.

I couldn’t stand now, the damage too immense, and Terrance hauled himself up off the ground. He spat blood onto the white powder, sneering down at me as he stalked forward.

And I couldn’t fucking move.

My vision flickered as my side oozed out thick crimson, and I shook my head, whining as the pain and darkness closed in. I couldn’t die. I couldn’t leave Senna alone and unprotected. She needed me.

I needed her.

Crossing the yard toward me, Terrance reared back, raising his clawed hand over my head. He bellowed into the echoey clearing, rocking the trees with the force of his shout. I growled as the Collins alpha grinned maliciously down at me, but it was pathetic, barely an excuse for an alpha’s powerful warning.

The world became a fuzzy mass in the black and white of my vision. This was it. Dammit, if only I could have seen Senna. Fucking hell, she has to be safe.

Rose and almond filtered through the air, landing gently in my nose. My mate, my Senna. My mind was cooking up fantasies of her to ease my passing. Kaiden, don’t let anything happen to her.

“No!”

A sharp cry cut through the quiet, and my blood surged. Senna? No, no. You can’t be here. He’ll kill you.

Terrance turned in her direction as he lowered down to a knee in front of me. He wore that fucking smirk and grabbed my neck, readying to snap it. It took everything to crack my lids and look at Senna standing in the field. She was framed by the white expanse, my home behind her.

Horror touched her expression, and the tears that dripped down her cheek singed my very soul. I couldn’t let him kill her. He’d do it as soon as he was done with me. I had to do something.

Channeling every ounce of alpha strength that my body possessed, that magic that made my bloodline and wolf stronger and deadlier than the rest, I yanked myself free of Terrance and took off running toward Senna.

It was pure agony, moving any part of my body like dragging myself through broken glass. I was clumsy and slower than I needed to be. But still, I kept trying to get to her. Senna’s eyes flared, and she ran forward, screaming my name.

“Jet! No!”

She was just a handful of feet away. I could get to her; I could shift back and tell her everything Terrance planned. I could tell her to run. To leave me.

My legs gave out from under me, and I collapsed to the snow. My muzzle smacked into the packed powder, and stars bloomed behind my lids. The beat of heavy footsteps sounded behind me. It was Terrance, sprinting full force toward Senna.

He was going to kill her. He was going to murder my mate right in front of me, and I was useless to stop him.

No. Please, Gods, no. Something…something help her.

Wolves cannot scream. They cannot cry or sob or beg. So, I just lay there, whimpering and whining as Terrance stalked past me, his claws glinting in the pale light.

I had only just found her, just gotten Senna in my life. I wanted more time. I wanted every second to stretch on so that I could spend them all with her, tiny eternities where we remained safe together.

But I can’t stop time. No one can.

Chapter 25 - Senna

Cold. My blood was cold. It was damn freezing, and I could see each fleck of snow in the air as I watched Terrance barreling toward me—Jet lying in the snow, too damn still.

The pounding in my temples started up again. Another vision? For what fucking purpose? I was about to die. My mate was about to die, and fucking Terrance was going to win—again.

A strangled sob tore from me as the ache wormed through me like a virus—invisible and everywhere. I hadn’t asked for any of this. I was fine being alone, a lowly omega whose mate had rightly abandoned her. I’d gotten used to the concept.

But then everything changed.

Jet's second was murdered, and the man that I thought I’d never see again was back in my life. My mate was back in my life, and it showed me just how much I was missing, how much I’d longed for through each cold and empty night.

Now, I had been given a chance at a happiness I never thought possible. It was a triumph, a miracle. And it was all coming to an end. I couldn’t…I couldn’t stand this. I was going to break apart, fracturing at each seam and taking out everything around me in the process.

I want—I demand my mate. You can’t take him from me.

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