Alpha Kian And His Captive Mate novel Chapter 7

"That door is quite strong, but it won't last for long if they hit it so much." My voice cracked with anxiety.

"What the hell is wrong with this door?" Maya held onto the sturdy ladder and kicked at the trapdoor hard in anger.

I yanked at it hard one more time. Opening it would lead us to a dense forest path that was hidden, and most of the pack members were unaware of it.

"It can't rust so soon, right? No matter how much salt is in the air. It worked perfectly last time." I was puzzled.

"I don't know, but I'm so done with these fucking werewolves and their pack wars. I'm going to kill every motherfucker in my way and go home." Maya spat in frustration.

She had hated to stay back when she was rejected. She was very bitter about the whole mate concept and cringed when Wyatt and I or Skylar and Michael kissed in front of her. Riley was almost dead when Maya overheard her conversation about Vance and his horniness.

Maya had stayed back for me all these days. But I can't ask her for any more favors. She was in this situation because of me, because I wanted to be with Wyatt, and she didn't want to leave me behind in a strange world. And now, I can't return home because I don't know my baby's identity yet.

Werewolf pups were born without the werewolf gene sometimes. If my baby was born only with the werewolf gene and without mine, she might die if I tried to take her home.

I was lost in thoughts while working on the trapdoor with Maya when it suddenly gave in.

"Thank God!"

"Phew"

We still struggled to lift it, although it seemed to have moved just a second ago.

"Bloody hell!" Maya shouted at it and kicked it again, and the door came off at its hinge, letting the bright sunlight seep into the dimly lit tunnel. We had only opened it on full moon nights before.

"Ralph?! Crap, Maya...!" I stumbled over his lifeless body, with another man lying over him, dead and bloody.

"No wonder we struggled so much to open it."

I looked up with tears rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably.

"Wy---" I didn't see my Wyatt's clear blue eyes and ash blond hair. Instead, I was staring into intense green eyes which held a myriad of emotions, with confusion being the only one that I understood.

I moved away from him, confused as well about the way my heart was beating. Something inside me was telling me he was very special to me and my existence. This was exactly how I felt when Wyatt's eyes met mine. Why was I feeling that way with this man? My mate was dead.

Just like Wyatt, this man smelled divine to me. He had a strong, defined face with a perfect jawline. Splashes of blood covered his face and clothes all over. He was holding a knife in one hand, dripping with blood, and a gun was in the holster.

"Alpha?" I heard another man approach us and the one with the green eyes pushed me away as fast as he could.

Realization dawned on me suddenly. The man I thought smelled divine and delicious was Alpha Kian.

"Murderer!" I yelled hysterically, and pulled my dagger out when he least expected it.