The Alpha’s Substitute Mate

Isabella

My eyes shone with fear. I was scared. Scared of losing my mate. Scared that the nightmare might be a reality. I felt Sia howl in my head, also feeling my fear, frustration, and sadness. Beads of sweat dripped down my face and neck. I fought the stinging that began to erupt around the corners of my eyes. I felt a painful tug in my chest. The energy within the air grew intense and I shut my eyes, feeling the pain and sadness from inside my bones. I swear by the goddess I would do anything and everything just to make sure no harm gets to my mate and friends. I shooked out of my thoughts abruptly at Malcolm’s loud growl, it pierced into the sky, rippling through the trees, causing the earth beneath us to shake mildly. I opened my eyes and watched the horror and death before me. The blood in my body went completely cold.

I turned to him, he was vibrating with so much rage as he morphed into his giant black wolf. His aura was dark and murderous. He was enraged and ready to kill. Even Lance was vibrating with similar rage, it was as if he was channeling his rage from Malcolm himself. Everything he was feeling was heightened at the moment, including his rage. I glanced around watching in fear the multitude of rogues that surrounded them. This was just getting worse than I imagined.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

” Fight and kill every damn rogue,” Malcolm muttered in his wolf form. I watched as he leaped in the air, giving his wolf full control with his sharp canines extended, he pounced on one of the rogues and immediately extended his claws into his body and ripped his heart out. The blood spilled out and covered the earth. I could feel the rage pumping out of Malcolm’s wolf. His bloodshot red eyes narrowed in on some of the rogue wolves, he moved faster than a lightning bolt and used his sharp canines to tear them apart.

Lance and Violet in their wolf form also attacked the rogues, ripping and snapping their necks. While Jack in his human form fought the rogues with his combat skills.

I couldn’t just stand and watch, we were outnumbered. I could feel the tumult within me and I knew that everything was about to get worse. I had to stop this but I had no idea what to do. The way Nicholas Cross held my hands firmly at the back, made me feel utterly useless. I hated myself for behaving like a kicked and abandoned pup more than anything I was determined to help out.

I tried to think of an idea to get out of his grasp. I couldn’t bear the mere thought of something happening to my sweet mate and friends. My emotions were on overdrive. I remembered what Malcolm had taught me back then in the Blood Moon pack while he was training me. I couldn’t hide the dark smile that slothfully cut through my lips without wasting time. I kicked him hard in the groin by swinging my leg back, he screamed and let go of my hands, and I quickly moved away from him and joined in fighting off the rogues. I stared at the rogues with a deadly gaze, my tolerance was already on the borderline, and I was ready to kill anything or anyone that would bring harm to my mate. But to my surprise, the rogues weren’t attacking me. More like they were completely avoiding me. They allowed me to kill them with ease without even putting up a fight to save themselves. I glanced over to where Malcolm was fighting and fear danced across my face as I realized that their main target was Malcolm, they circled him like a bunch of soldier ants. The demon I called Dad had made it clear to me that he was after Malcolm’s life. I growled, my sharp claws piercing into the flesh of the rogues in front of me while I tried getting close to my mate. I made full use of my wolf’s side, plucking out the heads of rogues. My sharp elongated nails dripped with their disgusting thick crimson blood. The foul odor of blood and stench of death mixed with the air. I pulled out the heart of a rogue coming at me, my eyes flickered to Lance and Violet in a fight with rogues as well.

We’ve been fighting for quite some time but to my surprise, the bastard I called Dad hasn’t joined the fight.

I swirled around looking for him. My eyes scanned hurriedly across the woods. He was standing in the meadow against a tree away from the chaos that was going on. He was smiling as he watched the fight going on and I hated the loose smiles on his disgusting lips.

He picked up his crossbow, and his dark eyes connected with mine briefly and slowly drifted somewhere else. I followed the direction of his gaze and it fell on Malcolm. My heart spiked up and a small gasp escaped my lungs. My body became stiff as I felt my body turn cold and the air in my lungs vanished. My eyes shifted from his dark eyes which were unmoving from mine to Malcolm who was a few steps away from him and completely unaware of his presence as he kept fighting the rogues.

He pulled an arrow from his black backpack and placed it on the crossbow, lifting it and aiming for Malcolm. He sent a glance my way before releasing the pointed-edged flying arrow towards Malcolm.

“No! No! No! Malcolm.” I screamed

I couldn’t allow it to happen. I rather die in place of Malcolm than live the rest of my life in misery. I used my wolf’s speed to race to him. I almost took the arrow when it all happened so fast. In a second Malcolm pulled me out of the way and the arrow pierced into his back.

I was motionless. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream or utter a word. It was as if time itself had paused, stopping every motion around me. I felt a sharp tearing in my chest, almost as if a piece of my soul had been torn out ruthlessly. Malcolm groaned as he collapsed on his knees, his hands gripped my hands.

” Malcolm!” I yelled, my knees crashed against the earth and blood spilled on them as a new wave of fear filled the hole in my chest. His weak body fell to the ground and I caught him in my arms.

I couldn’t pay attention to anything else but him, not even to Lance’s scream that filtered into the corner walls of my mind. I held onto the arrow, pulled it out of him, and his blood with a mixture of black substance that had begun to spread in his body gushed out. His almost lifeless gaze stared into mine for a moment before the gates of his eyes shut off.

“Malcolm, look at me. Please stay with me.” I pleaded and tried keeping him awake but all attempts were futile. My body was enveloped by a merciless pain that charged within me. I could feel it from the depths of my soul, crushing me.

The pain that was engraved in the deepest corners of my heart transformed quickly into a severe rage. I wanted to release it all.

I could feel the corners of my eyes darken with extreme emotions that entirely shut off my logical sense. The only thing I wanted was to have his blood on my hands. To feel the sickening euphoria of that bloody demon’s heart in my claws.