Novel & Cerita Alpha Mate Unleashed Fury

Alpha's son is 18 years old, 6'5, with brown hair, blue eyes, muscular, tattoos on his right arm and chest. Wolf - Hawk Scent – Apple Bourbon Beta to Nicholas – Mason Cavanaugh - longtime best friend, 6'3, 18 years old, muscular, black hair, blue eyes. Mate: Elena Scent: Cozy Cottage Gamma to Nicholas - Erik Russel - 18 years old, 6'3, dark brown hair, brown eyes, muscular. Scent: Ocean Breeze Elena Russel aka El - Mackenzie's best friend. 17 years old, 5'6, dark brown hair, brown eyes, athletic body.

The king's grip tightened, squeezing the life out of him, causing blood to spill from his mouth. "Forgiveness?" Alpha Malik's voice thundered with fury, his rage consuming him. "Hope she survives. Pray she didn't die, or else I will tear you apart piece by piece," Alpha Malik threatened, his words filled with venom. With relentless fury, Alpha Malik unleashed his wrath upon the helpless assassin, raining down blows upon him with the rod. Each strike intensified the pain, causing fresh streams of red to flow. The dungeon reverberated with the anguished cries of the captive, their torment forming a discordant symphony of suffering.

My body was a whirlwind of motion, a blur of ferocity and rage as I fought my way through Maria’s guards. Zaza, the omegas, Alpha Jo, and Alpha Pax were freed from their restraints, their expressions a mix of shock and awe as they witnessed the raw power I unleashed. I moved like a demon, a blur of violence and strength that left destruction in its wake. The guards who had once been so confident were now nothing more than obstacles to be overcome, their efforts to contain me futile in the face of my wrath.

"And we say no. She is not ready for combat, and she is still recovering. She is our mate, and none of you here have any say on what happens in our packs!" She heard chairs shuffle and feet stomping as angry grunts echoed in the room. "We control the decision of the entire pack district, and just because your packs have decided to go independent does not mean that you can decide to do things like this and expect that we would not react!" a council member said angrily. Our mate?? Whose mate?? Why was Alpha Jacob here, and why was he getting along with Damon? Mia had so many questions, but before she could hear more, she heard footsteps coming toward the vent. She stood up quickly. Just then,

he yelled. Before any of us could react, he lunged forward, grabbing my mother by the neck with a speed that made my breath catch. He slammed her against the wall with a force that rattled the picture frames, her gasp of pain echoed. Ian lunged forward without hesitation, his fists clenched tightly, his protective instincts flaring to life. “Let her go!” he roared, charging at Alpha Darius like a wild bull.

With pure venom dripping from my tongue, I sneer, "I despise your dominance. My beast has never loved your soul. Even if the entire continent were wiped out and your lungs were the last ones breathing on this earth, my heart would still never choose you as my Alpha." I spin violently on my heel and storm across the gravel without a single hesitation. My eyes instantly catch sight of a heavy black motorcycle parked near the weapon cache. Without pausing to ask for permission, I snatch the leather helmet from the handlebars, climb onto the seat, and kick the starter with my boot. The engine roars to life with a deafening, predatory growl, and I tear out of the courtyard in a cloud of thick dus

Behind her, the other junior cooks looked like they had seen a massacre. "He destroyed a washbasin. He threw the first tray. He is having fits!" Elspeth screamed. I frowned. "Fits? What does that mean? Is he having a seizure?" "No!" Elspeth grabbed my arm. "The fits of rage! When the Alpha is angry, he destroys everything in his path. He is yelling." She lowered her voice. Her eyes darting around. "Usually, only Lady Elara can comfort him during the fits. She goes in and calms the wolf. But today… he is different.”

One of these packs was the Dark Prowler pack which was nothing but a pack of rogues. Consisting of banished rogues whose wolves had gone rabid, the Alpha of the pack was Matrius Fudge. Using brute strength and cunning, these rogues had killed the mates of powerful Alphas and enforcers to bring their packs to their knees and grab their weakened members and lands. And now, they stood at the gates of the Snowheart Pack demanding entrance.

“Alpha, we've heard about the… human girl that you brought into the pack.” Nova isn't human. Humans can't do what she can. “And?” I ask immediately. “Bringing humans here is dangerous. Especially if she knows your secret.” “She knows. She's my mate. And she has been marked already.” Gasps and murmurs go around. I don't care. “Alright then,” Elder Xavier quickly says. “But you should know that she is unstable. We can smell her from here.” I tip my nose in the air, and I can smell her as well. But that is only because of the mate bond.

He let out a bone chilling growl that silenced the battlefield for a heartbeat before the fight raged on. My breath caught as I saw the three Alphas shift as well. Together, they stormed the enemies like a tempest; fangs ripping, claws slashing, leaving destruction in their wake. I shivered as Damon lunged, driving his claws into a man’s chest with savage precision. Blood sprayed, and the man crumpled. The three alphas were less brutal; neck snapping, biting down hard on throats, flinging bodies as though they weighed nothing. The enemies were reducing in numbers, as they fell one after the other. The palace ground looked like a graveyard.