Alpha Maximus The Last Lycan novel Chapter 17

Holding the syringe firmly in my grasp, I jab it into Alpha Tate's leg and inject every last drop. Then, realising what I had just done, he strikes me across the face and sways. Alpha Tate collapses on top of me as I fall to the ground. He is so heavy I struggle to breathe.

Turning my head, I see the wolves are still fighting, except for two that have been ripped apart. There is blood everywhere and limbs lying around. My attention returns to the Lycan. His breathing is worse, and his head slowly falls back. There is a puddle of blood underneath him.

I squirm and wriggle until I'm free from underneath Alpha Tate, who lets out a moan. I stand up, grab the keys from his belt, and run from my cell into the Lycan's cell.

I unlock one wrist freeing one arm, and then I unlock the chains around his ankles. Unfortunately, I can't reach his other wrist as it's chained up higher.

"Mate," I hear him whisper. He is looking down at me, barely conscious. I take his free hand and place it on my cheek. His thumb weakly caresses my skin.

Sparks explode from our touch. I feel like I'm about to combust into stardust. The feeling is something I have never experienced before. Even with Alpha Tate, it wasn't this intense.

Suddenly I'm roughly pulled back by someone, "Get away for him!" the man yells. I cover my face with my arms, afraid he is about to hit me.

The Lycan growls weakly at him. "Mine!" he whispers, trying to reach for me.

"Alpha Maximus, is she really your mate?" he asks and then stares at me in shock. I look over his shoulders to see Sam barely breathing and the others dead.

Alpha Tate is still asleep in the cell next to us. The red-headed man looks back to Alpha Maximus and unlocks his wrist that I couldn't reach.

The man then helps Alpha Maximus gently to the ground and places his hands over the stab wounds.

"Shit! This isn't good, Alpha Maximus. Our warriors are dead. I don't know if you are going to heal quickly enough. There must be at least ten stab wounds!" he counts.

"Mate," The Lycan whispers. The man looks at me and nods for me to go to the Lycan. I slowly crawl over and hold his hand.

"I don't think he is going to make it," the man says to me.

I know what I have to do. I know I have to try and heal my mate.

"I've never seen anything like that before. Your mate healed you with her bare hands. I don't understand… How is this possible?" Nathan says in utter confusion.

I stare down at my mate again. I can't keep my eyes off her. The moment she began to glow is an image forever imprinted in my head. It was like I was staring at an angel that fell from the heavens.

Nathan sits himself down. "We can either wait it out here until the morning so you can shift back, or we can get out of here now, but I'm worried you might kill the rest of the Blackwood pack in Chaos's form."

I growl. I want to destroy the Blackwood pack. I want them to pay dearly for this treachery and for what they have done to my precious mate.

My anger brews, and my mate whimpers, only to realise my claws are slightly digging into her delicate skin. Quickly and gently, I release her to the ground before my anger overtakes me. My mate stirs awake and sits up, rubbing her eyes.

She looks up at me, confused, then starts to cower back in fear when she sees I'm trying to contain my fury.

Nathan gently pulls her back behind him, backing away slowly, "Chaos, it's over. You need to calm down! I know you just went through a lot, but you're okay now and have your mate. But, I need you to stay here until you shift, so no one else gets hurt!" he says.