All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S DESTINY (THE PROPHECY): Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

FREDERICK'S POV There was another long pause. "Freddy, tell me everything you learned at the Hunter's gathering." I told Allen all I remembered, even the sickening part about injecting werewolf blood into their veins to gain our strength. "That's crazy!" Allen exclaimed. "I know. It's like they're some weird cult and their leader is the Devil himself. From what I gathered, their leader, the Highlord hates us supernatural. He or she wants to rid the universe of us." "But we don't interfere in human affairs unless it's absolutely necessary. These hunters have gotten even crazier as the years go by," Allen sighed. "Tell me about it," I blew out a breath. "Well, if they are a threat to us, then our Alpha won't stop until all of them are dead," Allen said. "When I get the chance to speak to Alpha Zander, I need to tell him he can slaughter them all, but there is one sick, sadistic bastard that my wolf and I must kill ourselves." "Ok, I think that can be arranged," Allen repl

DECLAN'S POV I mean everything looked normal, like a regular human club. Except for the rotten body parts littered all over, creatures were literally dancing their heads off and the smell was nothing normal either. We were rocking to a hip-hop beat for a bit, my eyes scanned the area and that's when I zeroed in on something taking place in the far corner of the club. My breath caught in my throat as I tried not to retch at the sight. Maddox wanted to look away, needed to tear his eyes away, but he couldn't. There in the dark, was a man being feasted on. He was human, it wasn't hard to tell. His blood was ripe in the air around us. I met his gaze and waited for his glazed over eyes to move. They didn't. He just slumped in the corner, bathed in blood. My eyes wandered down his face and stopped at his throat. It was ripped out and a Zombie was feeding on his intestines. Torn from his skull, the remains of his brain lay scattered over the desert floor. A loud growl escaped my

ZANDER'S POV "Zander! Let him go," Hazel yelled. I felt her tiny fingers working as a tool to wrench my claws from around Lance's neck. "Do you take me for a fool, ghoul?" Gidian bellowed, ignoring the pleas of our wife. The rotten corpse struggled against my hold, but the more he struggled, pieces of his body kept falling to the ground. It tried talking, but my tight grip didn't allow him to. "That's enough!" Isis boomed. I felt my heart rate slowing rapidly and my anger subsiding with it. "Isis, Declan just mind-linked me and told me that Major Skully is with them," I seethed. "So I think this one here might be leading us into a trap." I released my grip on Lance, sending the rest of him falling to the ground. I was angry as I explained to the others what Declan revealed to me. Hazel placed a hand on mine for comfort. "Let's hear him out before we make such accusations," she told me. But I was tired of this journey. I just wanted to get to the Fae world and get

ZANDER'S POV We were as quiet as we could be as we followed ghost Carson up the stairs. No one dared make a sound. Even our breathing was kept under control and could barely be heard as we made our way to the second floor. We swerved and swivelled along winded passageways and twisted staircases that seemed to be never-ending. Where is he leading us? I asked myself. The ghost stopped ahead, so we did the same. We waited, and then my ears picked up on scratching sounds coming from one of the many rooms lining the massive corridor we were now in. Carson pointed. "The child's in the room at the far end. Now listen, she is going to ask one of the men a question. I don't know what the question will be, but the answer should be yes." The scratching noises intensified as we travelled down the hallway. Old torches lit the way as we quietly trekked one foot at a time. The scraping noises got louder and more pronounced. "What is that sound?" Isis asked. "Just be quiet, we don'

DECLAN'S POV 'I don't care what anyone says. The Luna is our mate,' Maddox growled in my head. 'She smells so delectable. Why can't she be ours?' He complained. My wolf gets confused every time he was around Hazel. Her intoxicating aroma reminded him so much of our mate that sometimes his mind went haywire, believing that our Luna is our mate. I tried on many occasions, drilling into his stubborn brain that she wasn't for us and that she belongs to our Alpha and friend. This entire ordeal had put a damper on our and Zander's relationship. I remembered there was a time when the Alpha and I would go out on runs together and just bonded over guy stuff. Everyone knew Carson was like a brother to him, and he trusted Carson with his life, but the beta was an idiot a major percent of the time and there were things Zander needed my opinion on. Like his proposal to Luna, the Alpha asked Carson for ideas of how to propose to a woman and Carson's response was to spray whip cream on his di