Page 66 of Sold to the Alphas

For a second, I was stunned. I couldn’t think or react as I watched them work together with synchronization that could only come from a bond forged through years of war, camaraderie, and something deeper that I didn’t quite understand. But I couldn’t let myself get distracted. I couldn’t lose sight of Raol.

Raol.

The bastard was slipping away.

I pushed forward, shoving a body out of my path, and broke into a sprint. The blood, the bodies, the shouts around me all faded into the background as I locked eyes on my target. Raol’s back was to me, his movements panicked, his retreat calculated. He was trying to flee, and that made him more dangerous. A desperate wolf was a deadly one.

“Raol!” I snarled, my voice hoarse with rage.

I pushed harder, the distance between us closing.

I didn’t care about anything else. Not the blood spraying from bodies, not the chaos, not even the small, desperate part of me that wished I didn’t have to do this at all. I just needed to kill him.

But then, just as I was about to close in, something froze me in place.

A scream.

It was faint, distant, but unmistakable.

Elisabed.

My heart stopped. She was here. She was here, and she was in danger.

I turned, but the sight that greeted me made everything inside me splinter.

There she was, her back to me, facing off against one of Raol’s men. I could see the terror in her eyes, the way her body trembled, and I knew. I knew before anything else happened.

They were going to take her.

I moved before I could even think. My legs burned with the effort, my body pushing through the haze of rage and panic.

But I wasn’t fast enough.

The man lunged forward. Elisabed seemed to land a hit on him, and he staggered briefly before he punched her.

I was so focused on her that I didn’t see the other men closing in.

They came out of nowhere, swarming me, forcing me down to the ground. I struggled, my blood boiling with rage, but the sheer number of them overwhelmed me. I fought like a wild animal, but it was no use. They overpowered me, and within moments, I was on my knees, shackled and helpless.

I couldn’t get to her.

“Elisabed!” I screamed, my voice hoarse with desperation.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t move.

The weight on my chest felt like a thousand pounds as I fought against the arms holding me down. I could see her shackled, her body forced to walk, her eyes wide with terror. My chest burned with rage, pain, and an emotion I couldn’t even begin to understand.

She was slipping away from me, and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.

“Take him to the woods,” one of the men said, his voice cold and flat. “He’ll be dealt with there.”

I struggled against them, but it was pointless. I couldn’t break free. I couldn’t escape. They dragged me through the trees, past the chaos of the camp, and I had a sickening realization—it had all been a trap. A carefully laid trap designed to lure me in and then capture me.

But then, there was a sound.

Footsteps.

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