Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 133

He m****d, “Ple-“

His words were cut off as I recognized the sound of claws slicing through flesh. Luca hadn’t even bothered to say anything to Julian before he tore out his throat.

Instantly, the incredible physical and mental strain on my body reduced significantly now that the assholes couldn’t hide behind another Alpha. I gulped in air to catch my breath. It was easy now to maintain my hold over the remaining enemy wolves while releasing those from my pack.

“Take care of the bastards,”I growled to Ever through the mind link. “And make sure they live until I am ready to deal with them.”

“Done, “Ever replied back.

Even though Ever was hurt, he sounded stable enough to coordinate the other wolves into accomplishing what needed to be done, which was good because I was in no capacity of handling it at the present moment.

It took several minutes and a lot of shouting and cursing, but finally, Dagger and the rest of his wolves were restrained with silver zipties and moved inside the dwelling.

I let go of my Alpha Influence altogether, relieved to be able to fully focus on what was most important-Hycinth.

Staring fully through my Wolf’s eyes, I assessed her condition. My stomach churned in knots. It wasn’t good.

Grace had immediately hooked her up to an IV, which included fluids and the maximum dose of pain medication, but it wasn’t enough. An extremely high level of pain still radiated through the bond. Unfortunately, giving Hycinth any more medication could do more harm or even kill her, particularly in her weakened state. She also required b***d. Once Grace had established the line for the transfusion, she went on to skillfully apply salve and bandages to Hycinth’s minor cuts.

During this time, my Wolf had continued to methodically attend to the deeper wounds with his tongue. I was hugely relieved to replace it didn’t appear as though Dagger’s knife had penetrated all the way into the membrane of her womb, but the wound still oozed b***d. The pup was alive, that much I could sense, but completely unresponsive. I couldn’t help the sharp prick of fear. I had no idea what lasting damage had been done.

And even more concerning was there was no hint of Hycinth’s Wolf to be found. It wasn’t like her pup, where I could sense the presence, even if unresponsive. No, this was far worse. Her Wolf was simply gone.

I had no idea what that meant or what it would do to my Wolf when he realized the truth.

“Leander,” Grace said softly, interrupting the agonizing thoughts in my head. “I need to address the wounds between her legs.”

A low sustained growl came from my Wolf’s throat. He didn’t want to move an inch, but understood it was necessary and pulled back slightly to give her room.

And then, in the middle of all of the chaos and confusion, I realized I hadn’t immediately picked up on a particular scent-semen.

A fresh wave of devastation rolled over me.

Those bastards!

They’d done to my mate what had been done to my mother.

Something inside of me tore apart. Horrible images assaulted my brain, pictures I’d worked so hard to forget-my mother’s dead body, violated and broken.

And now, my mate…

Sucking in a haggard breath, I shoved the hurt and the memories away. Getting lost in the past wasn’t what Hycinth needed from me right now. No. What she needed was for me to focus and to fight with everything I had inside of me to help her make it through this.

With extreme care, Grace ran her gloved fingers down both Hycinth’s legs and murmured, “I don’t think she has any significant fractures.”

“Sydney, please bring me the water,” Grace spoke through the pack link.

I wasn’t surprised that Grace had addressed Sydney, specifically. Both my Wolf and I would lose our minds if another male came near Hycinth right this moment.

Sydney opened the back door. Limping and covered in b***d, she walked to Grace’s side, holding two gallons of purified water.

Setting them down carefully, Sydney’s eyes drifted over Hycinth’s body before she looked away quickly, blinking back tears. Her voice caught in her throat, “One of the SUVS is out front. We have four more gallons if you need it.” Sydney stepped away.

“Wait a minute,” Grace said.

Sydney stood silently while Grace checked Hycinth’s b***d pressure and glanced up at the bag of b***d attached to Hycinth’s arm. “I was only able to fit two bags in the portable cooler. I don’t think she is going to need more than that but just in case, could you bring me one more?”

“Of course,” Sydney replied and quickly went to do as she was asked.

Gently bending Hycinth’s knees, Grace maneuvered her legs so that they lay open. Reaching for one of the gallons of purified water, Grace poured it slowly between Hycinth’s open legs, the excess water draining through the slats of the picnic table beneath her.

My Wolf stared intently as Grace carefully dabbed the b***d and semen away. He listened to what the Healer had to say, but he also fully intended to assess the damage for himself.

Grace had to repeat the process several times before all of the fluids were removed and Hycinth’s sensitive tissue could be examined.

Pushing his snout closer to get a better look, rage engulfed us both again when we saw fissure tears around both holes, some minor but others significant as b***d continued to trickle.

Those bastards had not kept their violation to just her v****a, but also her anus as well.

Vibrating with unrestrained fury, my Wolf took an unsteady step back, unable to calm his wildly out-of-control emotions.

They would pay!

By the time I was done, every single one of them would beg for mercy.

They would beg me for death.

But they wouldn’t get it.