Prophesy 2: The Bringer of Wrath (The King & Alpha 2)

Alek noticed how fast they were moving. Wrath’s abilities were far more superior to Wolf’s, and when they worked side by side, it was amazing what they could do. Alek could hear his brother and sister several hundred yards away, their paws beating up the hilly terrain sounded like a steady bass drum that accented Wrath’s cadence. The vampires were also close, keeping a safe distance, but would be there with backup within a second.

It only took him minutes to reach the valley and the foot of the secluded hill that’d been made into a tomb for imprisoned vampires. The horrid stench stung his nostrils. Wrath said he could pick up sporadic movement all over the place, even beneath him. With everyone safely behind them, and Wick’s final confirmation an hour ago that the reserve guards were all clear, Wrath pushed an enormous amount of rage towards the entrance, setting everything around it on fire, except the steel doors. Vampires scurried from behind bushes and trees as the flames quickly consumed them. Alek could sense when Wrath and Wolf were meshing their forces together, and made sure he did the same. He synced his compassion and trust with Wolf’s fierce protectiveness and Wrath’s vengeance, to construct a massive surge of power that eviscerated the second wave of rebels charging out of the opening. Alek called for the demise of all who’d touched or threatened his mate and Wrath saw to it, picking up on his commands and following through. The fire Wrath made was too hot for them to stand. As the rogue vampires fell into ashes around them, Wrath roared a final warning and charged head first into the hill with an insurmountable amount of heat radiating from him.

Anyone who stood in their way after the warning was considered a direct threat, and eliminated. He hoped he was leaving a clear enough path for his siblings and the other vampires to pass through, maybe even collect a few stragglers, if they survived. Wrath didn’t have to tell Alek that Bell was close, because he could smell his amazing scent over the funk of the still partly-comatose vampires. His mate was just beyond that chamber, but he wasn’t calling out to him.

“We have to leave!” Frantic voices yelled as vampires flashed as fast as they could to get away. Some were successful, some were not. “Run, run! He’s killing them all!”

Wrath exploded through the opening with a mighty growl and shifted their body mid-fall from his wolf’s to Alek’s, landing on both feet with a ground-quaking thud. Alek stood tall and flexed his neck, then his fists, reveling in the strength he felt all the way to the tips of his toes. Alek saw through Wrath’s miraculous eyes, holding the surface with him.

“Kill it!” A vampire with a distinct Italian accent ordered from the center of the room. He stood, guarded by several vampires in camo gear, and made direct eye contact with Alek.

Vampires flashed forward to attack him, only to be singed and scorched by the blazing heat. Alek allowed one of the vampires through his waves, grasping his throat. The young vamp hissed and clawed at Alek’s arm, unable to penetrate his skin. Alek growled as he hefted the vampire over his head with one arm. The sizzle of burning skin and the acrid stench of flesh melting from bones made many of the remaining vampires recoil and flee in the opposite direction, running directly into the mercenaries. Just as Mac and Farica burst through the clearing of smoke that Wrath had left behind, Alek felt them push their collective energy, creating a force that knocked down vampires on the second and third levels.

Alek! Wolf blared, momentarily wrenching his mind away from him and Wrath, pulling them in a different direction.

STAY TOGETHER! Wrath demanded.

It’s Bell! Wolf whined, pulling them harder.

Alek finally laid eyes on his mate. The sight before him almost took him to his knees. Several vampires swarmed in and tackled him in his moment of weakness.

Mac’s vicious snarls reached him as his brother dove in to protect him, his large canines tearing through vampire flesh. “Fight, brother!” Mac hollered.

Bell. Wolf battled for the surface, his pain for their mate causing him to forget how effective they were when they stayed as one.

Goddamnit. They were divided again. Wrath was fighting with all he had as Wolf became erratic and inconsolable at the sight of a deathly still Bell on a table, impaled by a long, silver blade. Huge chains held him as several of the guards accompanying the Lord Protector tried to unsuccessfully break the locks. Wolf didn’t want anyone else touching Bell, friend or foe. Alek needed to do something. Farica broke free of the horde, her fast alpha wolf just as strong as Mac’s, making an opening for him. Wrath sent out a surge of heat to the vampires still clutching his back, disintegrating them to ashes.