The Villain Alpha's Cursed Mate

Esme clutched the metal stick with quivering hands, and she dashed towards the direction where Leonardo had led the four demon wolves. The thought of those monsters getting their hands on her little brother was unbearable. She scanned the area, wondering if there were more wolves lurking around, but there was none at sight.

Her footsteps halted as she stumbled upon a brutal scene. A pack of lycans, led by a majestic golden-furred beast with blazing eyes, was savagely tearing into the demon wolves. Lennox, in his lycan form, seized a demon wolf by the throat. The demon’s jaw snapped wildly as it attempted to bite his face, but that only made the lycan growl at its audacity. In a swift motion, he hurled the wolf into a nearby building, sending it crashing into a pile of rubble.

The remaining three were being overwhelmed, but Finnian was nowhere to be found. Esme’s grip on the metal stick turned moist, her palm slick with sweat, and she sensed an eerie unease in the air.

A growing sense of dread made her wonder if he was trapped somewhere, or if something far more sinister was at play. Her frantic gaze scanned the area, and she considered checking under the debris once again.

"Finnian!" She called out, desperation laced in her voice as she continued to search. Crying wasn’t going to solve a thing, and she knew she needed to act fast.

Just then, her eyes landed on a demon shifter who stood at a distance, his hands wrapped around Finnian’s throat as he lifted the unconscious lad into the air. In a swift, merciless motion, a razor-sharp nail sprouted from the demon’s hand, and he slashed Finnian’s throat with deadly precision.

He released his grip, and Esme’s world froze as she watched Finnian’s body crumple to the ground. freewebnoveℓ.com

The cold wind seemed to whisper in her ear, as if mocking her inability to comprehend the horror that just unfolded in mere seconds.

"FINNIAN!!" Esme’s anguished cry echoed through the ravaged pack, so much so that Dahmer heard it. Her pupils dilated, frozen at the sight of Finnian losing his life right before her eyes. A teardrop trickled down her cheek, and her frozen stare shifted to the demon who was reveling in maniacal laughter, his arms outstretched in a macabre gesture.

"Every last Montague must fall," the demon shifter sneered, seizing in his cackling fit. "Did you truly believe we’d remain silent forever? Oh no, no, no," he taunted, wagging his index finger. "At least you have something to bury, don’t you? I even saved this little momentum just for you. You should appreciate my generosity."

With a sly grin, he flung a blood-soaked arm in Esme’s direction, and her gaze plummeted to the gruesome sight, the color draining from her face as if life itself was being sucked out of her.

"Pretty women taste the best, an excellent cuisine she was, I must say!" The demon dared to gloat. "She didn’t even utter a scream; I suppose she was already gone, so no harm done," he chuckled.

Esme’s own heartbeat thundered in her ear as she stared at Vivienne’s severed arm, and something inside of her snapped. A dark veil seemed to shroud her forehead, and her blue hair cascaded down, shrouding her face in the shadow. The demon shifter’s smile faltered as he sensed an unsettling aura emanating from Esme, as if she had become a vessel for vengeance.

In that moment, Vivienne’s final words resonated in her mind, a poignant reminder that she must not let her death be in vain. There was no undoing the past, no time for self-recrimination; only a burning determination to ensure that Vivienne’s sacrifice would not be forgotten.

As the daughter of an Alpha warrior, Esme’s instinctive wrath ignited, fueling her unwavering resolve to eradicate every demon wolf from the land of Illyria.

Her slender fingers clutched around the metal stick, and with a surge of adrenaline, she launched herself at the demon shifter, leaving him stunned. Her body felt eerily weightless as she charged forward, and the world around her seemed to slow to a crawl. Even Leonardo’s urgent cry, warning her of the danger, was muffled, and her ears hummed with a strange electric intensity.

Time itself seemed to stutter, freezing everyone in place, including the demon shifter, who was paralyzed with shock. His mind reeled as Esme hurtled towards him, her determination etched on her unsmiling face, and his eyes bulged in terror.

’What’s happening? Isn’t she supposed to be the weak one??’ The demon’s panicked thoughts screamed, but it was too late for regrets.

With a fierce cry, Esme unleashed the metal stick, striking the demon shifter with a brutal force that sent him crashing to the ground. Her blue eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, imbuing the metal with a deadly power that made the blow truly devastating.

The world snapped back into motion, and the demon shifter’s head rolled to the ground. Esme’s fury knew no bounds as she continued to pummel the demon’s body with her metal stick, fueled by a strength and anger she never knew she possessed. Blood splattered on her face and dress, but she didn’t relent, her angry cries echoing through as she unleashed her pent-up rage.

Just as she seemed consumed by her frenzy, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, yanking her away from the demon’s corpse. Esme struggled to break free from whoever grasps it was, tears streaming down her face as she screamed.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"Esmeray!" Lennox’s voice pierced through the violent haze, jolting her back to reality. Esme’s gaze fell upon the bloodied metal rod in her hand, and she released it, the clang of metal on stone echoing through the silence. She stared at her bloodstained hands, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and disbelief, as if she couldn’t fathom why she was covered in blood.

"Finnian," she whispered, breaking free from Lennox’s grasp. She rushed to where a group of warriors had gathered around her brother’s still form. A bandage encircled his neck, stemming the flow of blood, and Esme could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

He was still alive.

Tears streamed down her face as she clasped him tightly, her body shaking with emotion. "I’m so sorry," she sobbed, her grip on him tightening, half-relieved to know he was alive.

Meanwhile, Dahmer sat motionless in the carriage, his eyes bulging with a madness born of helplessness and grief. His entire pack, his beta, everyone he had ever known - all gone. Never had he felt so shattered, so utterly lost.

As the warriors resumed their efforts to evacuate the surviving pack members, Esme remained frozen in place, her world revolving around the battered form of her loved one. The once-thriving pack now lay in ruins, nothing but destruction and despair remaining.

Leonardo crouched beside Esme, his voice laced with urgency as he said, "Esme, please, give him to me. He still needs medical attention." But his words fell on deaf ears. She felt too tired to move or speak.

Her vision began to blur, and the world spinned out of control. In an instant, she collapsed, her body going limp alongside Finnian’s.

"Esmeray!" Lennox immediately reached her still form and carried her from the ground. Both the unconscious pair were quickly loaded into a carriage, and the group continued their escape, unaware of the earlier brief pause that took place. As they emerged from the main pack’s gate, their progress was halted by a grisly sight.

In front of them lay the lifeless bodies of fifty demon beast wolves, their carcasses strewn about in a strange display. Nearby, the mutilated remains of several demon shifters in human form added to the bewildered sight. The group’s collective gasp was palpable, and they instinctively scanned the surrounding area for any signs of lingering threat, but there was none.

The bodies, it seemed, had simply exploded, leaving behind a gruesome trail of carnage.

Leonardo briefed the king on his theory. "It appears the demon shifters weren’t fully done with us. From the amount, this was clearly a pre-planned ambush. They wanted to attack the rest of the survivors who could make it out. But fortunately, it seems we had an unexpected ally. Someone clearly intervened." He stated the facts, his gaze sweeping past the sea of dead bodies.

Lennox’s skepticism was evident on his face as he shook his head. "That’s... hard to believe. If an attack occurred here, we would have heard from the inside. And there are approximately fifty dead demon wolves. If someone did this, why the secrecy?"

Leonardo crouched beside a mangled wolf corpse, his voice laced with confusion as he studied them. "The bodies exploded, every one of them. I’ve never seen anything like this. If there is someone responsible, who are they? And how did they possess the power to eliminate this many demon wolves in such a short time? If not for their intervention, we’d all be dead."

Just then, a warrior approached the king and bowed. "Your Majesty, the path is all clear. We should continue on to ensure everyone receives medical attention."

Lennox nodded, and the group prepared to move out. Leonardo on the other hand, lingered behind, his gaze scanning the surrounding trees and searching for any sign of their mysterious benefactor. But there was no one in sight.

Who could it be? And what kind of power did they wield to annihilate an army of demon wolves in mere hours?

As they rode off from the destruction, Kangee, who was observing them from a treetop, flew black into the woods. Atop a tree was Donovan, who was resting on a tree branch, and his raven settled on his shoulder.

"They’ve left through the gate, master." The Raven informed him, but Donovan appeared dissatisfied with that info.

"Your message is missing an important detail," he said, causing Kangee to caw into the night.

"She’s safe as well, master."