Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 73

Keeping my hard gaze trained on him, I took a calculated step to the side. “Planning on getting your d**k wet inside of my female?”

Hycinth sucked in a sharp breath.

I didn’t even try to contain my toothy smirk. Guess my little mouse didn’t plan on my lewdness. Well, I didn’t plan on proving my physical prowess today, but here we were.

Oliver grinned, “It seems like your Wolf is in need of some male…attention.”

His dig was perfectly clear.

But he had another thing coming if he presumed I was lacking…in any way. “And you think you can give her what she needs, Buttercup?”

Wolves snickered around us.

“I’m certain-.”

I had no idea how he planned to finish that sentence because I abruptly cut him off…with the heel of my foot to his throat, crushing his larynx.

And that was all it took to get the party started…

Oliver lurched back and landed on his a*s with a heavy thud, coughing and sputtering. He struggled to his feet, spitting b***d, but I could no longer focus on him because all of my senses warned me of more imminent danger. Air displaced behind me, a soft whoosh, not really audible, more like a sensation tickling my hyperaware senses.

One Wolf behind…another in front…

Losing myself to instinct, my body reacted with automatic muscle response. I spun to accelerate my momentum and kicked Noah in the ribs while punching Ethan in the shoulder at the same time.

With a grunt and a curse, they fell back. But Oliver and Heath instantly took their place, both surging forward from opposite directions.

I didn’t have the luxury of focusing on just one opponent, so every strike and every movement was maximized to do as much damage as possible to multiple wolves at once.

Ducking beneath Heath’s arm as he swung, I came up behind him and jabbed my fist into the back of his neck. His head snapped forward directly into the punch Oliver meant for me. Oliver struck Heath’s cheek, sending him spinning off to the side.

My senses were on overload.

A heartbeat, just outside of my field of vision to the left…

Without turning around, my fist went back in a lightning-fast strike. A delicious crunch. The sound easily identifiable as Ethan’s nasal bone cracking beneath my force. He released a pained whine.

A soft grunt of exertion to my side…

I rotated and released without conscious thought, my sensitive Wolf nose identifying Noah even before my foot came in contact with his knee.

A series of sharp snaps…Noah went down, moaning in pain, bone protruding through flesh. He wasn’t getting up.

Fists flew, a flurry of impacts, growls, and curses.

Testosterone consumed the air. Every Wolf puffed up, antsy for the fight they weren’t even a part of. Bystanders quiet, lacking the usual cheering that sparring engaged because they knew the potential cost of this match…Wolves could die.

But each of the four contenders understood the risk going in. Hycinth’s scent was addictive, but they still chose to engage in this battle.

And so they will die. My Wolf added commentary with a snarl. From his peripheral vision, he eyed Noah who was incapacitated on the ground. Salivating to tear out his throat, my Wolf plotted. We just needed to get a little bit closer…

My Wolf’s split moment of distraction cost us. Oliver landed a brutal punch to my kidney.

“F**k!” I stumbled back, struggling to breathe…right into the arms of Heath. I snapped my head back, my target his face, but the cagey little fucker kept low, out of my reach.

Oliver and Ethan took full advantage. Punches landed, hit after hit to my gut, chest, and face.

With a roar, I threw them off of me.

I radiated animosity. The atmosphere changed.

That was it…My Wolf had had enough.

He’d played their games. Now it was time to play his.

Eyes blazing, fur exploded through my skin. Clothes shredded away.

Instantly, the other three shifted.

Twisting and turning at an obscene speed, my Wolf’s claws slashed through Ethan’s shoulder and chest, throwing his body to the side. He lay on the ground, panting, tongue hanging out of his mouth. B***d flowed from his chest cavity.

Not even a second had gone by before my Wolf’s powerful jaws clamped onto Heath’s hind leg. Viciously shaking his head side to side, my Wolf tore out his tendon. Heath howled and crashed to the ground.

Oliver’s Wolf didn’t stand a chance…

Snarling and salivating at the mouth, we lunged, graceful and deadly. The force rolled Oliver off his feet. Head twisting, Oliver’s jaws snapped wildly, trying to replace purchase. The sound was cut off when my Wolf’s canines sank deep into his neck.

Warm thick b***d spurted into our mouth. My Wolf growled his approval at the taste.

Oliver went limp.

Just one more shake of his head and…

“Wait!!” Hycinth called out frantically.

My Wolf froze.

Canines still embedded deep in his prey and the elixir of life of Oliver’s Wolf still trickling down his throat, my Wolf cut his feral gaze to Hycinth.

Hycinth took a step forward, hands trembling as she held them out. “Please! I’m begging you. Don’t…kill them.”

My Wolf didn’t release his death-grip. A deep growl of disagreement rumbled from his throat.

Hycinth shortened the distance between us with another shuddering step. “I’m sorry. Please don’t do this.”

I’d told him the same thing. The assholes didn’t deserve to die. He hadn’t listened to me, but our mate affected him, deeply. Instinct and bloodlust warred against his ingrained craving to make her happy and give her everything she desired.

Hycinth didn’t say another word, just stared.

Still holding onto Oliver’s neck, my Wolf issued a command into her mind, “Kneel.”

Instantly, she dropped to her knees, hands still extended toward him. No hesitation. No disobedience.

The moment lingered while my Wolf continued to growl his discontent. But finally, he let Oliver go.

Licking the remainder of Oliver’s b***d from his jaws, my Wolf stalked over to Hycinth. Her trembling became more pronounced with every step he took. When he reached her, her head dropped, unable to hold his gaze.

She held perfectly still and waited.

The wolves had been silent during the fight.

Now, none of them dared even breathe.

Poking his nose under her chin, My Wolf’s snout found the tender spot between her shoulder and neck.