Chapter 725 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

“Jan…” The last sound was muffled when Jane put her little hand over Marcy’s lips.

The girl didn’t say anything, but her panicked expression directed slightly to the right told Marcy that there was something… or someone.

Marcy bit her lower lip while wondering if they should stay there and hide, find a better hiding spot, or proceed to search for that stupid entrance to the shelter.

Dayson’s fangs were deep into the rogue’s neck as he shook his opponent like a ragdoll. With one last jerk of his head, Dayson opened his maw, and the body of a dark brown wolf fell to the ground. The rogue was not dead yet, but he was unable to move, and if no one tended to his wounds, he would bleed out within minutes.

Dayson glanced to confirm that they were still maintaining the formation. Jaeden and Maya were on his right, and Keith and Caleb were on his left.

The group from the Shadow Fang pack was moving as one unit, while others went with Maddox and Oliver to avoid people from the Blue River pack attacking them accidentally. In the heat of a battle, it was easy to mistake allies for rogues, because neither of those belonged to their pack.

With a ferocious growl, Dayson pounced on his next target.

The rogues were attacking and retreating, and every time they attacked, their numbers were not reducing. Almost like reinforcements were waiting for them to replace their fallen comrades.

‘How many of them are here?’ Dayson asked through the pack mind-link while pressing his opponent to the ground with his big body and kicking the second rogue away. He was about to bite the wolf below him and end his life, but when the second one attacked Dayson, Dayson had to improvise.

‘I stopped counting at fifty,’ Keith responded. ‘I don’t remember reports that Blue River pack had this big problem with rogues.’

Rogues usually sneak in between border patrols, steal things, and run away. This was bigger than usual. There was also a possibility that Maddox was not reporting correctly about his confrontations with rogues, but why would he lie? In any case, rogues would usually stay in small groups, no bigger than twenty, in order to avoid detection, and this was almost like three groups came together. In addition that that, Maddox and his units had their hands full on the other side.

Considering that rogues were loners, used to fending for themselves, collaboration implied a big reward for successful whatever they were planning.

‘I can barely pick up their scent,’ Jaeden voiced his observation while sniffing his last opponent, that was sprawled on the ground in his own pool of blood.

‘Do you think they’ve got our mixture for concealing scent?’ Caleb asked.

Dayson’s insides churned at this possibility. Talia was the one who shared that mixture with them, and if rogues have it, it meant someone from the Shadow Fang pack leaked the recipe. Only a handful of people had the information on how to prepare it, and they knew how dangerous it could be in the wrong hands. It would enable rogues and all kinds of enemies to move about undetected, which was NOT a good thing.

‘It feels like they are leading us somewhere,’ Maya said while dodging a rogue that lunged at her. She moved gracefully right on time for Jaeden to intercept the rogue. Maya and Jaeden were an amazing team.

‘Where are they leading us? What is in that direction?’ Jaeden asked while scratching the exposed abdomen of his opponent. Jaeden’s sharp claws were reinforced with his Beta pressure, easily cutting the flesh and spilling blood.

‘One of us would need to shift into human form, and ask Maddox or someone from his pack,’ Caleb said, ‘And that ain’t be me.’

‘They are either leading us to a trap or are stalling on purpose,’ Maya said. From early on, she had a feeling that this was a diversion, but without proof, she didn’t want to raise an alarm. However, this unusual attack pattern of rogues definitely hinted they had a plan.

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Marcy’s scream was stuck in her throat as a naked man gripped her neck. It was with enough force to cause pain, yet not enough to obstruct her airflow.

His vicious grin was directed at Marcy as he observed her face, obviously enjoying the view of her struggle.

What kind of an animal was he? Marcy wondered. But she knew that he was a werewolf because he was naked; he even shifted into his human form so that he could torture her slowly.

And then it hit Marcy… where was Jane?

Marcy’s eyes moved to the left to see that there was another guy, holding Jane by her golden hair that looked nearly black in the darkness. Everything looked dark in this place.

‘SLAP!’

A harsh slap landed on Jane’s face. “Scream for me, baby,” the rogue growled. He was irritated that Jane didn’t make a peep.

“Leave her alone,” Marcy struggled to speak. “She is just a child.”

“We were all just children,” the guy who was holding Marcy said mockingly. “Now, what will you…”

His words stopped abruptly when Marcy kicked him between his legs.

Werewolf or not, that was a weak spot, and he was careless.

The guy fell to the ground while clutching his family’s jewels and Marcy lunged at the guy who was holding Jane.

Marcy’s fingers latched onto rogue’s face, and she dug her thumbs into his eyes.

The rogue squealed in pain and punched Marcy into her stomach, but she had no intention of letting go of him. Her fingers dug deeper into his eye sockets as she squeezed through her teeth, “Run, Jane…”

Another punch landed on Marcy’s abdomen, and another, each carried such force that her internal organs shifted.

She lost her strength when her shoulder was dislocated, and then she felt a hit in her back as the second rogue kicked her there.

Jane heard Kim telling her to run, but her legs refused to move. She was staring at the horrid scene of two rogues brutally hitting Kim, and Jane fell to her knees when a spurt of blood splashed on her face. Was that blood Kim’s? Jane opened her mouth in a silent scream for them to stop. Why were they doing this? What was the point of this violence? Only a year ago, she saw her mother and five siblings being murdered by their abusive father, and Jane survived by accident because she hid under the bed, and he was too drunk to count them all, and Jane slipped through the window when he set their house on fire.

Jane was not her name, but it sounded nice when Kim said it, so Jane thought of keeping it.

Jane’s vision blurred with tears, and she cursed at her helplessness as Kim’s words echoed in her mind, ‘You are just a child. It’s OK to do nothing and let the grownups handle it…’

How can this be OK? Kim was friendly and kind, and why were they bullying her?

“St… St…” Jane struggled to speak. “Stop it!”

This scream earned her a punch in the face, and she recoiled in a bush.

Marcy was not sure if she had heard Jane’s voice or if she had imagined it.

The two rogues were cursing and punching, and Marcy was losing her consciousness, and she welcomed it because it was numbing her pain away.

Did she see a brown wolf? Somehow, even without her wolf and blood filling her nostrils, Marcy thought of his scent as familiar. Or was it his presence that she noticed?

The sound of growling and flesh ripping was heard, and then things turned silent.

Marcy heard someone sobbing. Was that Jane? Marcy opened her mouth to speak, to tell the silly girl that this was not the time to cry; she needed to go to safety. But Marcy’s mouth was full of sticky liquid that had a metallic taste, and she couldn’t say a word.

Her vision was blurry, and the darkness didn’t help, but she could see an outline of a male leaning over her.

Marcy coughed to clear her mouth, and she rasped, “George?”

After ensuring that two rogues were dead, the large brown wolf transformed into his human form and returned to check on the female that was being beaten when he arrived.

She was not moving, and her chest rose and fell in small choppy movements. Those were not good signs.

He stood above Marcy and observed her wretched state.

Her left arm had an open fracture, and her right leg was bent at an unusual angle. Her short black hair was wet from the blood, and her face was swollen to the point where she was unrecognizable, but her scent told him it was her. Marcy. A female he identified as his sister.

Ignoring the young girl crying next to Marcy, James squatted and listened to Marcy’s heartbeat, which was getting fainter by the second.

She coughed which caused blood to ooze down her cheeks.

James frowned when he realized that Marcy didn’t have a wolf, and without her wolf, those injuries and blood loss were deadly.

“George?” She called weakly.

He wanted to say that he was not George, but the spark in her unfocused eyes told him he shouldn’t correct her.

“I knew you will come for me,” she said, her busted lips lifted into an ugly smile that revealed her bloodied teeth.

“Don’t talk,” James said. “Let me find a doctor.” Maddox mentioned that pack doctors were somewhere nearby.

“Don’t,” she said, and her right hand landed on his forearm. “I know I don’t have much time…” She could feel her body shutting down. “It’s just… I’m glad you are here. If there is a next time, I… won’t reject you… I’m cold…”

She exhaled, and her hand that rested on James’ forearm fell.

“Waaaah!” Jane cried as her wolf senses told her that the female on the ground was gone.

Jane crawled to reach Marcy. She held Marcy’s hand and patted it, hoping that it might bring her Kim back.

James was still for a few long moments, and then he reached to close Marcy’s eyes that stared through him.

That was the female who had the identity of his sister, the princess of the Red Moon pack. She was always prideful, with perfect clothes and makeup and not a single hair out of place, yet she wore simple clothes, no makeup, and her body was beaten to the point of being deformed; it didn’t match the image Marcy had before.

After she left the Shadow Fang pack, James didn’t think he will ever see her again.

When he analyzed the situation, James decided to come here and ensure that Marcy won’t be recognized; that Alpha Edward won’t find out about her being here. James didn’t expect to find her, only to witness her last moments.

She thought he was George. Was Marcy regretting her rejection of George as her mate? It sounded like it. Should he tell George about this? Would it serve any purpose?

James never thought much about mates, he was too young, and it was too early, but now that he found Cornelia, he couldn’t imagine what propelled Marcy to reject George. Was it the promise of being Dayson’s Luna? Or the pressure Alpha Edward put on Marcy? Or was it something else? James will never get answers to those questions.

He stared at Marcy, unsure how he felt about the current situation.

Three wolves emerged from the bushes, and they transformed into Beta Oliver, Kai, and Tony. All three looked at the scene of two dismantled bodies on the side, a battered body of a female, James, and sobbing Jane.

“What’s the situation?” James asked.

Oliver responded, “Rogues are pushed back, but some are still hiding. Alpha Maddox is leading our warriors in combing the perimeter.” He spoke to Jane. “It is still not safe. You should be in the shelter. Let me take you.”

Jane gripped Marcy’s hand firmly and raised her gaze to reveal that her left eye was swollen and closed from the punch she received, and her left cheek was also bigger than the right one.

Oliver knew Jane was silently asking about the female who was on the ground. Kim Dorsey. Oliver knew every person they had in the shelter because he was managing their files.

“Kim is gone, Jane.” Seeing that Jane didn’t move, Oliver urged her, “In this situation, we need to worry about the living. Come. I will notify warriors that no one touches her body, but I want you to be safe. Kim would like it that way.”

At these words, Jane stood up in slow motion and followed Oliver. She remembered that Kim told her to run, and she didn’t. Would anything change if Jane moved at that time? Jane was not sure, and she will never find out.

Oliver would ask Jane why she was not in the underground shelter. The entrance was only about fifty feet away, and everyone staying here should know the passcode to get in. But he could see that Jane was a mess, and this was not the time for conversation.

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Dayson stood in the small clearing with his eyes closed while sensing the surroundings.

“Should we chase after them?” Maya asked. They were following a group of three rogues that disappeared without a trace.

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