Or I will destroy her.
Cadel
The Alpha God of Winter
The Anarchy Wolf
Present Time
I look down at the alpha who is currently, for all intents and purposes, dead.
My instinct is to leave him. What do I care about him, but the auburn hair reminds me of the beta I knew so long ago. This is the Alpha God of Fire who went with my omega without question, who has died and suffered alongside her. A huge part of me despises him for having gotten to spend all this time with her, but as soon as I acknowledge that feeling, I realise it’s envy, not hate.
Mordecai presses down on his chest, over and over, while I consider my options. I’ve seen the way she looks at him.
I don’t want her to have them, but I don’t want her unhappy more.
I kneel on the other side of Jarek. There is something I can do, but it will change everything.
“Aren’t you a god? Why are you hesitating?” Mordecai snarls.
It occurs to me they don’t know who they are. Yet.
“I can’t control the spill of my powers here; they will react in ways I can’t understand and have no intention behind, and I’m not sure how many times I’ll be able to access it.”
“It doesn’t matter. He can’t die.”
“Okay.”
I put a hand on Jarek’s chest and let my power flow from me to him. As soon as I open the channel, I realise my mistake, which is as I expected. The power is too much for this frail body. It rips out, pours into Jarek and Mordecai, who is still touching him, and then it spreads out further. It reaches for all people; all I can do is direct it.
Not them.
But everyone else is touched.
My body is on fire. I’m drowning in ice.
Kaida!
The power snaps back to me, and I reel backwards, falling, tripping, stumbling into the abyss.
Except a hand grabs mine. A smack of power that holds me here.
Dark strength buried where it shouldn’t be. When I open my eyes, I look into the eyes of the Alpha God of the Hunt.
He drags me back, and then heat hits me, and Jarek sits up with flames in his hair and puts his hand over Mordecai’s.
A bond sears up, a mate bond, an alpha bond. We are pack, and now whatever happens, we always will be.
Chapter 35
You failed me
They don’t drag me for long. I think they’re afraid I’ll get o dangerously injured and might actually expire before the allotted time. Instead, I’m yanked off the street, handed to a silent and giant baron who sneers at me. He carries me easily, as if I weigh nothing.
I don’t struggle. I’m not sure I can. Between my injuries and the memory loop I’m stuck in, my body isn’t reacting.
I blink hard when something hits my chest, startled. The heat grows, burrowing into me, morphing from uncomfortable to agony in seconds. It feels like white fire, like something inside me is breaking.
