Bloody Comeback Of My Alpha Mate

from the leaves. A clandestine figure glides through the bushes, leaving behind an aura of

away from his jaw. Shifting his posture, he shoots me

lay you to rest. It's happening toda

t. A sharp pang hits my throat, and as I nearly slump, an unseen strength keeps

Ensure it's his secret fate, shared only with him. If anyone e

te to apologize and prevent him from reve

." I plead, pouting my l

ut this. Are you mentally deranged?" Dad ret

age werewolf," I explain. "

mes, sliding back as I subtly take a f

the Beta, stands there, ignorant of the looming plan and secret that the gho

causing the firm hand on the door to drop. Smith escapes. Even

rn Dad, blood oozing from my eyes. It's not

ies of Linda, who encouraged me to join a witch's me

ght to witness an Alpha on the ground due

rubbing his eyes. "I sensed you're not par

doing the talking?" I bark, though

u're here in your wolf form in the human world." Smith explains, reading from a sheet

Her late mother was a vampire and a witch, but look at me, I'm just a wer

ormation from, though?" Alpha Thom

es. "You can only contact the moon godde

e wolves?" I

to one hundred warriors in their pack house. Those

rain clicks. "Did you me

ing about Witches?" Sm

leave, please? I have s

s, drawing his hand towards his neck and then sideways. S

e possible."

Dad replies. "Pass her by and help me up

questions. "When you get sca

n't help an Alpha when he needs it th

aste fills my mouth, coupled with a sudden shift in the way my eyes function. A strange gasp emerges from within me, causing Thom

on the ground. "It's confirmed that not only did Alpha Thompson kill a

swiftly standing up with force

you say?"

end." I repeat, gradually

warriors?" Dad questions, struggl

h twists as I curse at

hit the ground, but a hand pulls me out from under Thompson, and I slide away. As he tries to reach for

Friend is

ling sharply. "Look at how a Beta is bleeding. See,

has, but there's no sign of him. I lower myself to

p. And l

to me. It's late in the night, and all nearby stalls

" I inquire, still in the

damn power?" Dad questions. "Come up, you

." I shrug. "After all, I, my

ad curses, dropping Thompson to the

ack. Deal?" I chuckle inwardly, r

you do." Dad smirks. With his hands raised, a large swo

head backward slightly to avoid the sword entering my eyes or slicin

d inside of me and

ared, maybe he has some sort of paranormal power to hear my

t behind and in front of us, a figure approaches. It must be my Ghost Friend. My energy won't

his. His wolf starts to take control gradually, staring wickedly at me as if he wants to devour me. I withdraw and drop to the ground as he transforms into his wolf, his clothes vanishing into thin air. He takes the sword with him and attempts to strike me with it,

der me powerless so he can kill me, and no one will know he's been murdering anyone all this while. Even if my ghost friend