Page 115 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter
I reach for Javi, jostling him, willing him to wake up. His eyes are wide, unfocused. His breath catches. Then—nothing.
He stops breathing.
I twist my fingers in his fur, panic blinding me.
“Javier’s not doing too well, is he?” Gideon says casually. “I’ve got medicine for that overdose down in the clinic. I could help him, if you just come with me.”
“He’s lying,” Tilda says, steady.
“I know,” I whisper. My throat is dry. My hands tremble.
But before I can say more, someone vaults up over the edge of the platform.
Reyes.
His eyes flash gold, his body already halfway into a shift, teeth bared. “Youdarethreaten her?” he snarls.
Gideon’s smirk falters.
Frankie appears next—stepping out of the shadows, her knife already slick with blood from the last asshole who tried to stop us. Her focus is razor sharp, trained on Gideon with cold purpose.
“We warned you,” she says. “We gave you every chance. And you still fucked around.”
Will moves in beside me, crouching near Javi. “If he can’t run, we carry him,” he murmurs. “But we’re not leaving him behind.”
I nod, swallowing the fear that rises in my throat. We’re not alone anymore. Gideon may have ruled this place for years, but his time’s up.
Still—he’s not backing down.
“You’re all fools,” Gideon spits, teeth bared in something that isn’t quite a grin. “You think you can take my daughter, my heir, and justleave? You’ll never make it off this dock alive.”
That’s when Javi moves.
One second, I’m kneeling beside him.
The next, he’s on his feet.
Javi shoots out from under my grip like he was never drugged at all, shadow and fur and fury. He barrels into my father with a guttural roar, sending them both crashing against a crate stacked high with rusting chains. Gideon shifts mid-air, his wolf bursting forth in a violent explosion of grey, the blind eye glowing like a beacon in the dark.
They tangle. Teeth. Claws. Blood.
But I can see it—Javi is still weak. His limbs shake. He stumbles as he fights. He’s not at full strength, not after what they did to him.
And Gideon knows it.
He takes advantage of the stagger and lunges, knocking Javi down with a heavy slam. His jaws go straight for my mate’s throat.
I move without thinking.
My claws come out mid-sprint, my body half-shifted as I launch myself at Gideon’s back and rake down his spine. He howls and throws me off easily, stronger than I remember, and I slam into the deck with a cry. Pain shoots up my ribs, but I’m already scrambling back up, blood pounding in my ears.
Javi's back on his feet, but just barely. His eyes are unfocused. He’s swaying. Gideon snarls and circles him, low and cruel.
This is a fight Javi can’t win.
Until he does.
He lashes out with a burst of impossible speed, his jaws snapping around Gideon’s throat before the Prime can react. They crash to the ground and roll, locked together in a whirl of fur and flashing teeth. Then—suddenly—it’s over.
