Page 47 of Golden Desires

“Drop the ax,” he hisses.

“Don’t do it, Goldie!” Alma cries, but Donald draws blood when he shakes her.

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch,” he barks at her, and her mouth snaps shut, but she’s begging me with her eyes still. But I can’t let him hurt her. She doesn’t know I can heal faster now. That I’m stronger. Neither does Donald. Something I’m counting on.

“Goldie…” Aldair hisses, still surrounded by the villagers he was trying to fight off without killing.

“Should have ripped their heads off,” I hiss right back, and even though my men have enhanced hearing, I make sure I say it loud enough for them to hear too. Donald’s four henchmen all stare at me with wide eyes and smartly take a step away from my men. Two of them simply cross their arms over their chests and remain silent. They hadn’t gotten close to my men with their weapons… What the fuck is happening?

“Come here,” Donald snaps, and I hold his eyes as I take several steps toward him, but drop my gaze to the forest floor. I don’t want to give away my plan.

Once I’m within arm’s reach, Donald tosses Alma aside and reaches for me. With a fist in my hair, he yanks me until I’m bent backward into him. I’m five or six inches taller than him at least. Tiny fucking asshole.

His other hand still holds the knife, and he presses it to my throat now. I grip his wrist in front of me, not using all my strength. Not yet.

“There is nowhere you could have run to, to escape what awaits. You are mine, you stupid bitch,” he screams as his spit hits my face. This walking testicle is such a waste of space. I’ll be damned if I stay quiet anymore.

“No, you stupid fuck, I’m not.” I smile saccharinely while tilting my head to the side. “I’m theirs.”

I’m not afraid of this fucking micro Alpha bitch. Not anymore. Not ever again.

“Trust me,” I tell my men through our bond, “get ready,” I add. I can tell the moment he sees the healing marks upon my neck that shows he is too late. His face turns purple in outrage.

“Now Goldie!” Aldair shouts in my mind, and we move as one. Cillian rushes over to scoop up Alma, and carries her to safety, at the same time that Aldair charges Donald, knocking aside the men that had been attempting to corner him. In a swift move, I break Donald’s wrist, smiling when he screams in pain, before slamming my head back straight into his nose. He falls backward and right into my mate’s waiting claws.

My stepmother smartly tries to retreat, but Aldair’s bark has power, and she’s no match for his dominance.

“No one move!” he snarls, but Donald fights the dominance and tries to escape the deadly hold of my monstrous mate. He’s two feet taller, and three hundred pounds of pure muscle larger. Donald has no hope of fighting him off. My father, the only other Alpha here that I know of, also continues to fight. Even though he’s significantly larger than Donald, he’s no match for Kylan.

“I should have taken you when your mother failed!” Donald screams. “I knew your father was incapable of breaking you! I should have done it myself! You were of childbearing age five years ago. I should have had you then! I never should have listened to you, Patrick!”

“Fuck you, Donald,” my father snaps, shocking me. He’s a man of few words, and I’ve never heard him speak to Donald like that in the past.

I can’t see the man around the shoulders of my massive mate. My mind spins as I try to decipher the puny Alpha’s meaning. As Aldair’s Alpha bark wears off, the men Donald brought with him try to retreat, that is until two of them shift.

The two men now in monster forms similar to my Alpha’s, grab the other four men by the napes of their necks.

“Not so fucking fast,” one of them says.

The shock of this draws everyone up short.

“I fucking knew it,” Aldair hisses, glaring at the one who had been fighting him when I first arrived. “I couldn’t tell which one of you it was. Your scent is familiar.” Aldair easily holds Donald off the ground as he looks at the two new monsters.

“Well, this is interesting,” Cillian says darkly, as he sets Ma on her feet. My stepmother has used the distraction to her advantage and makes her way to my father’s side. To Kylan’s side. A flash of metal is the only warning I have as she tries to kill my mate. Kylan snarls, catching her hand before she can fucking stab him. Cillian and I move as one, but I’m closer. I snatch the knife from her restrained hand, and backhand her so hard she stumbles, before falling.

Cill reaches down and grabs a fistful of her hair, lifting her off her feet.

“I should bite your fucking head off,” he snarls in her face, and the scent of her urine fills the air.

“We’ll deal with you two in a moment,” Aldair growls at the new monsters. Now that I know everyone I love is safe, I’m frozen in place. The knife in my hands falls to the ground, as my hands shake.

“What do you mean, when my mother failed?” My voice trembles, betraying the emotions that rise inside me. I turn to face Donald. He looks so pathetic, dangling several feet off the ground.

“She was my payment! The consolation for the loss of my mate! Your aunt disappeared in the night,” Donald spits, and I turn to look at Alma, who frowns, before shaking her head.

“Not me,” she whispers. “Paisley…”

“Your father’s sister! He helped her escape, so I took your mother as revenge. I didn’t expect the Omega bitch to fight me! She did it to herself, it’s her fault she hit her head…” Donald spits.

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