Chapter 43 – Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel

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“I can’t get a read on their scent, it seems off somehow.” I growled again.

“Are they wolves?” He asked, anger in his voice.

“No, not wolves, and they don’t smell human either.”

“Magic users?”

“Probably. I think they’re using a concealment spell on themselves.”

“What the hell are those dirty Warlocks doing in my territory?” Riley snarled.

“That’s what I want to find out.” I told him. “Riviana managed to fight them for a while before they took her, but we have to hurry. There are three types of blood here. Two are from her attackers and one is hers.” Anger filled me and I was ready to rip someone apart.

“Do you think she is alright?” He asked, apprehension filling his voice.

“I don’t know.” I snapped, as I finally tracked which direction the boot prints were moving. Their muted scents were partially obscuring hers. I could still get traces of her though, which was more than I got from them.

I locked my eyes on the path and took off running in that direction, jumping mid stride to change forms. Landing the next second on four feet instead of two. I ran as fast as I could, following the faint traces of her scent along the trail they had taken. I was breathing heavy already, mostly from anger. I had to fight not to lose the trail, but I wouldn’t give up. They would pay for taking what was mine.

Don’t worry Little Bunny, I’m on my way.

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Riviana

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My head was pounding, and I felt disoriented. I didn’t know why at first. But then I realized that I was hanging over something, like how Joaquin had thrown me over his shoulder. But this time the person was not taking as much care. They were being rough, and it showed.

My stomach was laying across someone’s shoulder just like it had Joaquin’s, but it was p**ssing against it in a way that made their shoulder dig in uncomfortably. I could barely breathe. And whoever this person was they were running fast. The constant movement up and down was like a stabbing pain to my gut with every step they took.

I came to my senses, shaking the last of the fog from my head. I remembered what had happened. The attack, the struggle, the searing pain in my head, then everything going black. They had been trying to tie me up, but I was fighting them too much. Apparently, they had given up the idea on tying me when they knocked me unconscious. They clearly didn’t expect me to wake up so soon.

I would need to get away, and quick. If I could just get to my feet, I could run away. I was part wolf, so I was bound to be faster than them. I noticed they were going up a hill and had noticeably slowed. This was my chance.

I grabbed a fist full of the man’s hair, yanking it back and giving myself leverage, all the while lifting myself (with the use of my grip on his hair) and bringing my knee crashing up into his throat. His grip on me loosened, I dropped and rolled to the side, he fell to his knees gasping and choking for air. I got to my feet and made a run back toward the Alpha house, but the man’s scream had alerted the others too quickly.

I felt a hand grab me by my hair and pull hard. I cried out, involuntarily, as I was yanked off my feet. I fell backwards and landed with a crashing thud on the forest floor. The breath rushed out of me as I was momentarily dazed. I lost the precious time I needed to escape.

“You should have just kept still.” One of the men said through clenched teeth. I saw two of them approaching me. The other was just struggling to his feet. I scrambled backwards, trying to put some distance bet**en us.

“Stay away from me.” I demanded.

“Or what?” The man who had spoken earlier asked. He was right. I couldn’t do much. I could fight, and I would. But it would most likely end the same as before. But I still had to try.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of them to form a plan. I could only feel around in my surroundings for anything that could help me. My hand bumped into a large stick hidden under the leaf strewn ground. I closed my hand around it, halting my retreat and putting a pathetic look on my face, like I was frightened.

“That’s right, just give up.” The man spoke again, and he lunged at me. I swung out with the large branch as hard and fast as I could. It caught him hard across the face. He yelled in pain and frustration.

“Why won’t you just stop you little bitch?” He screamed at me. The other two were lunging at me now. I swung again and hit one across the back of the head, and the other across the face on my back swing, breaking his nose. I could smell that all three of them were bleeding now. And all three were noticeably angry.

The three of them leapt at me at the same time. I tried to swing at them as quickly as I could, but I wasn’t fast enough. They all lunged simultaneously. Two of them landed on my arms and pinned me down. The other landed on my legs, he leaned forward and he placed his hands on either side of my head.

“We’re supposed to take you back with us, but you’re being a bit of a handful. Perhaps we need to make you more compliant.” He whispered in my ear.

“Get off of me.” I yelled at him. “Don’t touch me.” I spat the words in his face.

I heard the sound of a wolf snarling in the distance, and I instantly knew who it was. I was happy to hear it, but I didn’t think he would come for me. But it was probably only because he had to pretend that we were a proper couple while we were here.

“Joaquin.” I breathed his name in a sigh of relief.

“God damn it, we’re out of time.” One of them snapped, releasing me. I felt a rush of relief as they let go of me.

“But we will be back for you.” Another laughed as he stood.

“Here’s a parting gift.” The one whose nose I broke said as he kicked me hard in the side of the head, right where they had hit me earlier. I cried out in pain and saw bright stars flash before my eyes, but I managed to stay conscious as I watched them run off.

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Joaquin

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I was following the trail. I knew I was getting closer to them as Little Bunny’s scent was getting a little stronger. I heard a yell still a little off in the distance. A man’s cry of pain. Little Bunny must be awake and on the offense again. Then I heard the sound of her cry out in pain. I snarled. My wolf didn’t like them hurting our mate.

I couldn’t hear anything the voices were saying yet, but I could hear the angry tones from the men and my Little Bunny. There was the sound of another scuffle, the men crying out in pain and the fresh scent of blood, none of it hers. Way to go Devil Bunny.

Then I heard her scream something that made my blood boil.

“Get off me! Don’t touch me!” Hands off! My wolf screamed. No one touches what’s mine, even if I don’t use it, it’s mine. Leave her alone. I snarled out loud at the sound of her screaming those words, knowing all too well what would make her say them.

I heard them now, their voices were close enough to be clear.

“Joaquin.” She sighed my name in relief.

“God damn it, we’re out of time.”

“But we will be back for you.”

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