Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 101

They salivated for it, like the sick wolves they were. And now, Hycinth’s actions had not only left Leander emotionally maimed, but she’d put hundreds of lives at risk. Innocent males and females would die…even young pups and newborns, if her vile pack breached our borders. I shuddered hard to control my fear. But I should be afraid. The memory of what they’d done to that innocent baby after they’d cut it from its mother womb still tore me up inside. They’d proven beyond a shadow of a doubt there was no deed too diabolical, no b***d too sacred to shed. I swallowed down the bile that crept up my throat.

And as far as I was concerned, every drop of b***d shed now was on Hycinth’s hands.

She’d set these events in motion….

She was the daughter of the cruelest Alpha to ever breathe. We’d thought her innocent. Hycinth had been so young, only fifteen when her father died. We’d assumed he hadn’t had the chance to instill his thirst for war into her. But we’d been wrong. She’d played us all. Even I’d believed her sweet and naïve act. She’d had me convinced, hook line and sinker. What fools we’d been.

Hycinth knew the atrocities her father and her pack had inflicted and still choose them. over Leander. She’d witnessed the outcome of her father’s attack. He’d successfully take out the most feared Alpha, Cyril. All without laying a hand on him. Which meant Hycinth fully understood the ramifications of her departure.

“Ever!” Sydney hissed impatiently, pulling my attention back to her.

“Shit, sorry, I’m listening,” I muttered.

From across the room, Leander lifted his head. It lolled from side to side, looking for something as he slurred, “Where’s my damn drink?”

Somehow, he’d missed seeing it on the small table next to him. Heidi quickly lifted the glass and held it out.

But Leander didn’t take it. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t even sure he saw it. Instead, his glassy eyes stared at Cyril. “I saw mother. She was there…that day.”

The entire room fell silent.

Heidi froze where she stood, arm still extended with his forgotten drink.

“What do you mean, son?” Cyril asked, tone rough with emotion.

“I-I told her I was sorry,” Leander’s voice broke.

Cyril leaned forward in his chair.

Heidi lowered the glass held in front of Leander, but she didn’t dare move from where she was rooted to the floor.

The intensity in Cyril’s gaze reflected back in Leander’s darkened glistening eyes. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“It was,” Leander insisted, his face twisted in agony. “I didn’t get there in time…I should have saved them.”

Cyril’s hand clenched into a fist. “It. Wasn’t. Your. Fault,” he repeated slowly.

Leander didn’t react to Cyril’s words. Instead, he murmured softly, “She’s waiting for you.”

“What?” Cyril inhaled sharply.

“She misses you, and…she’ll always wait for you.”

Cyril’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly. He was silent, unable to speak.

“She told me…she loved me,” Leander whispered.

The silence dragged on uncomfortably…

“I’m so sorry,” Heidi whispered, filling the void. She reached to stroke Leander’s arm gently, comforting him.

It was like watching a train wreck getting ready to happen but not being able to do or say anything to stop it in time

Sydney understood just like I did.

She propelled herself into motion as she shouted, “No! Don’t touch hi

But it was too late…

Even before Sydney finished her warning, Leander launched from his chair and threw Heidi across the room all in one smooth motion. She hit the wall and crumpled to the floor, whimpering.

But Leander wasn’t finished…

He stalked toward her, nostrils flaring, black eyes murderous.

Sydney had made it to her and stood planted in front of the frightened shewolf, posture ready for attack with her hands out, using her body as a shield. “Alpha, she’s sorry! She didn’t mean anything by it!”

It was clear Sydney’s words hadn’t changed Leander’s mind. He merely took a smooth step to the right to better positioned himself to reach the target behind Sydney. I was shocked he was even able to function with the amount of alcohol flowing through his body.

Sydney turned with him, her voice trembled as she pleaded, “Fight me, not her! If you have to hurt someone, Leander, let it be me. She won’t survive you.”

Her words for suicidal, but they didn’t surprise me. For all of her faults, Sydney was fiercely protective of the shewolves she was entrusted with.

Without warning, Leander took her up on her offer.

In a lightning-fast strike, he held back none of his strength, his fist impacting Sydney’s chin. The loud crack resounded through the room. Sydney cried out as her body flew back and landed with a hard thud. She struggled but got back on her feet. Her jaw was clearly broken, her l*p sliced open and b***d dribbled from her mouth, but she faced him bravely. Legs trembling, she waited for Leander to attack, willing to be his punching bag to take out his anger for the violating touch of another shewolf.

However, neither Cyril nor I were willing to let him beat on any wolf, willing or not. Leander wasn’t in his right mind. This wasn’t who he was. And once he sobered, the regret of his actions would only compound an already f****d up situation.

Just as he went to strike again, Cyril jumped on Leander’s back. The force was enough to knock Leander to one knee, but the adrenaline running through him was out of control, amping up his strength. He threw his father off of his back with a roar. Cyril landed on the edge of a nearby chair and the coffee table, the wood crumbling beneath his weight.

I was already in motion and grabbed Leander from behind, trying to lock my arms around his shoulders. “Leander, stop! Just listen for a minute!”

Of course, it was a foolish endeavor.

Leander broke my hold causing me to stumble back. Cyril was back on his feet and by my side. Leander spun to face us, his expression livid. There was no recognition in his eyes. He was just too far gone. Cyril and I wouldn’t be enough to contain him, not like this. Thankfully, the noise of our altercation had attracted several other wolves.

Asher came up on my right, hissing, “What the f**k happened?”

There was no time for explanations because Leander attacked again.

Surging forward, we were able to hold him at bay, but not without serious injury. I flinched at the sound of several broken ribs. Fists and curse words flew at a furious pace. If we could just hold on, tire him out…

But in the next minute, the game changed entirely. Without warning, Leander’s Wolf exploded out of him!

An eruption of agony from Leander’s Wolf consciousness ricocheted through the pack link.. The force was so strong I couldn’t remain standing beneath it and dropped to one knee. Panting, I tried to get back to my feet.

His entire body trembled as he glared at us, fury rolling off of him in waves.

Oh, shit…

We didn’t stand a chance. Not against his Wolf.

But in the next moment, relief rushed through me. It appeared the rabid Wolf wasn’t interested in bleeding us more because he abruptly spun on his paws and flew out the door.

The sound of glass shattering let me know he’d exited through one of the windows.

But my moment of relief didn’t last long because a new horrifying realization washed over me-his Wolf was free!