Page 132 of The Alpha King's Fate

“They have our people in cages,” he said.

As he had known, anger rose in each of them.

“They have our children.”

Growls and snarls filled the hallway as the wolves approached, ready to finish the fight.

“Tell the others to make their way back. And then finish this.”

“Wait. I want to show you something.”

He looked behind Layla to see Rebecca leaning against the wall. He rushed over to put his arm around her for support and felt her bones digging into him. She looked terrible, and she felt as weak as a newborn pup.

“What did they do to you?” he hissed.

“That's not important right now. We’re outnumbered, but I think there is a way to even things out,” Rebecca said, still as bossy as before as she pushed his arm away and turned back the way she came.

Layla followed without question. He looked back at the others who were only holding back because he was their king. With half the wolves out in the town diverting the other Hunters, there was a high chance that many wouldn’t make it out alive, no matter how angry they were. If there was a chance he could prevent that, he needed to take it.

“We attack on my command,” he told them. “Stick together.”

A minute later, Rebecca and Layla walked through a doorway marked as restricted. The door was bent outwards with bloody handprints all over it. Layla’s scent was all over the room, so he didn’t need to think hard to figure out what happened. He already knew before he saw the bodies on the floor and stepped through the puddles of blood.

But what made him pause were the hounds.

The first time he saw them up close was when the hunting party came to his forest. They were rabid, snarling monstrosities that would have ripped him apart on command. He cocked his head to the side and tried to figure out what he was looking at. They were the same hounds, alright. But they looked like pups. Kittens.

They sat at the back of the cage, and a few whined when Layla walked in front of them.

Rebecca pressed something on the wall, and all the glass doors slid open.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he growled, stepping in front of Layla despite her still being in her wolf form.

But the hounds didn’t move. They didn’t even look up.

‘We need a bigger army,’ Layla said quietly. ‘Now we have one.’

“Why aren’t they attacking us?”

‘Because the Commander is one sick bastard,’ Layla responded.

“This is what they were doing here. Making these things and more recently, they turned one of their own,” Rebecca said.

Shock reverberated through the room. A turned Hunter? That was impossible! In all the accounts and stories passed down from the packs, nobody ever turned into a wolf, Hunter or otherwise. That changed things.

He looked at the other wolves and realised Chase and Dylan shifted. Chase walked cautiously to the open door, and the hounds didn’t even look at him.

“This is so fucking messed up,” Chase said. “We can’t just sit back anymore. We can’t let them do this. Not at this base or any others.”

“Then let’s go and end this. Let’s burn this shit to the ground,” he growled, walking back to the door.

Chapter 59

Was she dreaming?

Layla followed Jax out of yet another room, leaving destruction and bloodshed in their wake. Her head was a mess, but somehow Nia was holding everything together. Maybe her wolf had always kept things together, with all that shit they’d gone through growing up. But how could she fight like that when everything inside her was falling apart?

How was Jax standing in front of her in the hellish place she’d thought she would die in? After watching him decimate their enemies, her hope they would make it out alive grew. Who wouldhave thought that, after growing up in the slums of Wolfdale, she’d see so much bloodshed? That she would be a murderer?

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