Chapter 28%
Third Person’s POV
The night air was thick with tension as Alpha Maximus sprinted through the dense forest, his massive black wolf form slicing through the shadows like a storm. The mate bond pulsed within him–urgent, panicked, fragile. Rebecca. She was weakening fast. He could feel her terror like a dagger to his heart, the bond screaming with her every fading heartbeat.
They had reached the outskirts of the vampire stronghold–an eerie mansion hidden deep in a forgotten woodland village where the undead lived under a blood–stained moon. Beside him, his warriors growled, fur bristling, fangs bared. Beta Yuan kept pace beside him, low and ready.
Maximus shifted back into his human form, bare feet crunching on the gravel path leading to the wrought–iron gates. His chest heaved with fury. His fists were clenched, claws threatening to rip through his skin. “She’s here,” he snarled, voice rough and guttural. They’re bleeding her dry, I can feel it.”
The vampires were waiting. Lines of them stood beyond the gates–guards, nobles, and warriors alike. Their red eyes glowed in the moonlight, emotionless but determined. Behind them, shadowed figures began to emerge–healed vampire hoodlums, their eyes no longer clouded by madness. They stood taller, stronger. And that made Maximus bum hotter with rage. They were healing. That meant Rebecca was losing everything.&
“We do not wish for war,” one of the vampire leaders said, stepping forward. His voice was cool and calm, too calm for Maximus’s taste “But we will do what we must. Our kind faces extinction.
“You’re already dead,” Maximus growled. “If you don’t release my mate, I’ll make sure of it.“8
The vampire’s smirk vanished. The gates opened with a slow creak, not in surrender–but as a challenge.
Maximus shifted without hesitation, his howl ripping through the air. A cry of agony and war. His warriors followed, launching forward like a tidal wave of fur and fury
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Meanwhile, inside the mansion, Rebecca lay atop an ornate stone altar, her body bound by glowing silver chains etched with ancient runes. Her skin was pale, her lips trembling. Around her, robed vampires chanted, drawing her life essence through an arcane ritual. The crimson light emanating from her chest flickered like a dying flame!
She whimpered, her mind foggy, her strength nearly gone. She wanted to scream, to call for help, but she could barely breathe. Her bones felt hollow, her heartbeat slow. Was this what death felt like?
Then she heard it.
The howl.&
His howl.E
Maximus.[
Tears flooded her eyes as strength flared in her soul. Her wolf, silent for so long, surged within her. Her lips parted, and she howled–a cry of desperation, of love, of resistance.
Outside, Maximus skidded to a halt. His ears t
twitched, “Rebecca,” he whispered, breath catching. Her voice was faint in the night air, but it was enough.
He roared, barreling through vampire guards. Claws met fangs, bone met flesh. The night was filled with battle cries and growls, but Maximus did not stop. He carved a path of destruction straight to the mansion doors, his wolf form bloodied and battered.
“Move!” Beta Yuan bellowed, following behind with the warriors.
Inside, two vampires held Rebecca down as the ritual neared completion. The blood–red light brightened–and then shattered like glass when Maximus crashed through the walls, roaring with rage. He was pure fury incarnate, his golden eyes blazing as he slammed into the vampires, throwing them against the stone walls with a snarl that echoed like thunder.
“Don’t touch her he shouted.
He shifted back into human form and rushed to her side. His hands cradled her face, brushing away her tears. “Rebecca. I’m here.” “Maximus..” she whispered weakly, her eyes fluttering
He hugged her tightly, trembling with rage and guilt. His arms wrapped around her protectively. “Anyone else who lays a hand on her dies,” he growled to the vampires gathering around them.
Then an aged hand touched his shoulder. Maximus turned, fangs bared, but paused when he saw the old seer–the very one from the prophecy. Her eyes were cloudy, but her voice was clear.)
“Stop this,” she said. “Wl of you”
The vampires stilled. The wolves growled but held back
“I can feel it,” the seer whispered, placing a hand on Maximus’s chest and another on Rebecca’s. “The bond. It is true and strong. She is your mate.. and through this bond, she is not the only one who holds the cure. Now, it flows through both of you“!!
Maximus frowned. “What do you mean?“!
e her life. The ritual is not yet complete. You can reverse it but only
“If you give her your essence,” the seer said gently, “you can save her together.”
Rebecca looked at Maximus with wide, glassy eyes. “What. what does she mean?“!!
“It means we can survive this,” Maximus said, brushing her hair from her face. “You’re not dying for anyone, not even for a hundred vampires”
8:15 AM
“It means we can survive this,” Maximus said, brushing her hair from her face. “You’re not dying for anyone, not even for a hundred
vampires.”
He lifted her gently from the altar and held her tightly. “We’ll share what they need–but on our terms. No more death. No more pain.”
The seer nodded solemnly. “They must mark each other again, this time not for mating, but for merging. Let the mate bond become a conduit. Let their union become the cure.”
With a deep breath, Maximus sank to the ground beside her. Rebecca nodded weakly, placing her hand on his chest. “I trust you,” she whispered.
He leaned in and kissed her–not just as her mate, but as her salvation. As their lips met, a radiant golden light erupted from their bodies, blinding the room. Their mate bond surged and pulsed, and a wave of warmth spread through every vampire in the room. The taint of the poison began to lift.
Rebecca gasped as strength returned to her limbs. Her heart pounded anew. She was alive.
The seer smiled. “It is done. B
