Alpha’s Hybrid Cinderella – Chapter 70

This was a trap. It was meant to be the end of him. Evan had walked into too many battles to miss the signs, the scent in the air, the killing intent buried in crafty tricks.

He stood before the Wellington Federal Bank alone, in the shadow of the massive building where he had already caught more than two dozen unique scents. There would have been more had Evan’s pack not circled the entire area — though from a distance of about half a kilometer out. Evan had forbidden anyone from coming any closer. He wouldn’t risk Claudia. But to forestall a backstabbing, he had ordered all werewolves already outside the base to gather at a safe radius, surrounding the patch of land to hem in the enemy should they try to escape. Or, more importantly, to fight whoever else tried to come in and reinforce the enemy’s numbers so as to overwhelm Evan even more.

Two dozen enemies and some change. That was a lot. They weren’t all werewolves either, probably a lion shifter in the mix and a tiger too, if he wasn’t wrong. There would be blood tonight, and much of it would be his.

no idea what Evan was truly capable of. He would remind them all that Alpha Evan had conquered every territory and pack almost five hundred kilometers to the north, south, west. He was a conqueror, a warlord, not some pampered A

already. She was still alive. He could feel it to the very marrow of his bones.

w rising out of the night.

advanced.

***

ed glass that made up the front doors and sending splinters of wood, strips of metal, and thousands of shards of glass to litter the floor inside. The unlucky hyena shifters who had tried to gang up on him had gotten the brunt of the damage. Two of them lay twitching on the bed of shattered glass, their bodies lacerated and bleeding out all over the ground.

hat was the point now? He didn’t enjoy it. He was doing this to save Claudia. She was the only thing on his mind. The fight was only a means to an end, not proof of his strength, not a stroking of his ego.

ished Claudia didn’t have to see him fight at al

he would do it again and again as many times as it took. Then he would cradle her in his arms and hold her until she understood the monster was only temporary

make her truly his.

ey tore into him right back, fangs and claws dripping with blood.

onig

Tonight–

.

em all with him.

***

ckers and deposit boxes had told me enough. When Peelle brought me to the bank once to teach me how to use my cards and accounts, he had given me an impromptu tour just because he could, as a boast. I sent a prayer heavenward for his spirit as thanks. He was helping me even from beyond the grave.

here was ever a chance for me to get out, it was now.

door from all directions, it failed to budge.

they weren’t supposed to go down so fast, what am I going to do! No, I have to get Claudia out of here first. What hav

room. That darkness would be Flicka’s undoing.

alone.

had into it. I was no bleeding heart today. I was fighting for survival, not only for myself but for others, for Evan. For Peelle’s memory and Osborn’

in. She simply collapsed like a sack of bricks, and I stepped over her to sprint out of my prison.

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No…”

e. In times past, I would have been frozen in shock at the scene of pure, blood soaked violence, but tonight, all I saw was Evan.

van, please, w

lf of his massive body into my arms, not caring that my legs were in such pain I hadn’t even been able to run properly. My

top in the middle, and that he would give up and fade away. I was too terrified to even cry.

Claudia.”

most inaudible. I clutched at him with my waning strength, the tears still frozen in my throat and scorching me like a fire.

. Let’s, let’s go, I’ll find a radio here somewhere–“

the last thing I see.”

ng, dying, and the second I tried to move away from him, he would slip away.

No…

…

My whisper was soft, breeze-light as I rocked back and f

love… I love you… Only you. Don’t let go. L

ld see me forever. I would never let hi

d memory surfaced again.

ting for me to become ready to use it.

eady now.

van, again.

closed my eyes, and I let the

ery face.

e my life.

t was a price

can ever tell you. I hope you remember that. I love you…”