Page 106 of The Alpha King's Fate

What the hell was going on?

Lightning struck and the glass door shattered. Before he could react, the stench of Hunters filled the room as they zoomed in with the speed of vampires and surrounded him.

He jumped out of the way a second before one of them grabbed his throat. When he turned to attack, he realised his claws had ripped through a leather seat.

He sat up with a jolt and looked around, ready to attack whoever was coming for him.

But it was Chase’s face he saw, looking back at him from the passenger seat. And Dylan was driving.

His heart hammered even when he realised what happened.

A dream. It had all been a fucking dream. The love of his life was still gone, still in danger.

“It’s alright, Your Majesty,” Chase said. “Get some more sleep. We’ll get to her soon.”

Sleep? How could he do that now when all it did was bring him nightmares?

His heart stopped racing and the calm returned.

“You should have let me run ahead,” he growled, sitting back in the seat, fists clenched on his lap. The tension in his body grew every second as it waited for an outlet.

“You have no idea where to go. We have to stay behind them until they stop,” Dylan said.

The sun was almost setting again. Another day was gone without Layla. They’d been going at what felt like a snail’s pace for hours, and Cain had been quietly stewing the whole time. He was surprised he’d fallen asleep with all the rage still building up inside him.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he said calmly, looking out the window at the houses they were driving past.

The moment the car stopped, their world was going to change. People always feared him because of what they saw him do in battles, but this was different. It was worse. There was nothing that would stop what was coming.

“Like I was going to let you fight a war by yourself,” Dylan grunted.

“It’s not that. You’ll be safer away from me.”

Chase looked back again, and their gazes met. There was no fear in the Alpha’s gaze, even though they both had to be feeling some of his rage.

“My parents were fated mates,” Chase said. “I know what I’m getting myself into.”

Chase’s parents were killed when he’d been a boy, not even shifted yet. It had been a while since anyone mentioned them or how Chase fought for his rightful place.

He’d never thought much about the politics in the Dark Moon pack. He’d been too busy trying to survive his father to worry about anyone else. He wasn’t thinking much about it now, either. Only one thought took up all his focus as he sat still at the back of the SUV.

“Besides,” Chase continued, “you said we’re brothers now.”

It was pointless to argue.

The car slowed as it approached a town a few towns away from Faith’s university. Bluffhill. They’d come so far north that he had no actual dealings with any of the packs that lived there, but Dylan found out that some of their pack members were missing, too. There were hardly any forests for a pack to live comfortably in secret, so many lived in the town and only met for a run.

It was larger than Wolfdale and more modern. He had no idea why wolves would want to live there in the first place.

“They’re slowing down,” Dylan said.

Cain became more alert as the car pulled up at a small rest stop. He opened the car door before it stopped moving and stepped out.

The stench of Hunters hit his nose first.

And then the faint but sweet scent of his mate.

‘Kill them. Kill them all,’ Cain growled.

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