Page 132 of Alpha's Redemption

The Blood Alpha’s canines slip out in his rage as Nixon loses the fight, his body moving slower as he bleeds out. Valen's claws slip free before he thrusts his hand straight down Nixon's throat, and I can hear his insides being torn to pieces by my mate’s powerful, razor-sharp claws. Blood gushes and spews out of Nixon's mouth as Valen forces his arm down his throat to the elbow before ripping it out along with Nixon's heart.

He drops it and stands. His entire body is drenched from head to toe in Nixon's blood and his eyes move to Amber, who’s trying to sit up. It’s at that moment I realize he’s going to kill her, thinking she was involved.

‘Valen! She tried to help!’I scream through the mind-link as his hand reaches for her. He stops, glancing over his shoulder just as police cars scream toward us with their sirens blaring loudly. The moment he stands up, relief floods me. Amber drops her head, but she looks terrible. He turns to face me, and suddenly, I feel woozy.

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Valen

I’m furious. They tried to attack my kids! My mate!

‘Valen! She tried to help!’Everly screams through the link as I’m reaching for Amber. My hand pauses before I grab her and I peer over my shoulder at Everly. When I got here, all I saw was my mate fighting for her life and our kids, but now, turning to face her, I’m slapped with shock.

Her wolf is magnificent, strong, and rivals my own in size. Her gunmetal gray fur is covered in blood and she sways on her feet. I can feel poison spreading through my system and my lips part in dismay when I see she’s covered in bites; I have no doubt that the poison running through my veins is forsaken venom. Looking at Amber, I can tell she’s feeling its effects too.

“Everly?” I stammer as cop cars flood the parking lot. She sways again before running at me. I catch her wolf as she pounces and her tongue licks every inch of my face as I land on my ass.

Relief floods me when I feel through the bond to find the venom not affecting her. My DNA in her veins must be enough to give her some immunity, and though I can tell she still feels a little queasy, her relief upon seeing me and the adrenaline override the effects.

“You're beautiful,” I tell her, pulling her furry head back and stopping her mauling tongue. I look past her at the car to see Valarian talking to his sisters as the police start pulling them from their seats.

I suck in a breath. Seeing them thrashing and screaming in the officer's arms, I know they’re alright. I’ve never been so terrified as when I saw Nixon's wolf's head inside the window.

Everly shifts in my arms, and I rip my shirt off as she does, yanking it over her head to cover her nude body before she’s even fully shifted back. The moment she is, she rushes toward our kids, but I tug her back.

“I can feel the forsaken venom. Can't you feel it?” I ask her, and she whimpers, wanting to go to the kids. But we can't risk them getting the blood on them; we have no idea if it will affect them.

I wrap my arms around her waist, knowing I’m the only thing keeping her from snatching them out of the officer's arm just as ambulances finally get on the scene. Amber is rushed off in an ambulance and disappears while Valarian is checked over by an EMT. Nixon only appears to have scratched his arm, not actually bitten him.

“It's over, love. It's finally over,” I whisper to her, and she inhales deeply, watching our kids being fussed over.

My car had run into another parked car—I hadn’t turned it off when I slammed on the brakes and jumped out the moment I pulled in. However, I can’t care less about the damage; the main thing is my family is okay. Guilt gnaws at me. What if I didn't get here in time? What if they had succeeded in taking them or killed them all?

Despite all those rampant thoughts, I feel an immense relief flood the bond. I know this was something that had been an endless worry for her. Not knowing where Nixon was had the entire city on edge. And now we know. Dead at our feet.

Now, hopefully, we can finally move on with our lives.

ChapterSixty

Everly

Another Four weeks later.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Valen says as I walk blindly with my hands out in front of me.

“Is that Zoe and Macey?” I gasp when I hear their voices and try to lift Valen's blindfold off my eyes. He slaps my hand away, and I reach out again, accidentally slapping someone.

“Ouch! That you, Everly?” Macey asks. “Valen blindfolded me before we left and refused to tell me where he was taking me.”

“Oops, sorry,” I tell her. “Wait, are you blindfolded too?” I ask her.

“Yeah, and Tatum sucks with directions. I tripped over the gutter back there,” Macey growls. “My knee is killing,” she growls.

“Kids, slow down and away from the paint; it's still wet!” Marcus screeches just as the sound of their voices reaches my ears. A hand grips my arm.

“Glad I'm not the only blind one around. I was becoming paranoid he’s walking me off a cliff,” Zoe says. Her hand on my arm slides down to grip my hand and give me a squeeze just as my hand finds Macey's.

“Those pricks conspired against us!” Macey hisses.

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