C5 Huntress Vs Alphas

They both stood like that for a long moment. He continued to hold her in his arms. And she didn’t make any attempt to let go.

Drex had a feeling she was experiencing what he was. He could tell by the burning heat of her body, her warm, hitched breath fanning his face, her pulse throbbing at the base of her neck, and the sharp, rich scent of cinnamon and crushed petals, mixed with danger, that flamed his senses.

Her firm, succulent breasts rose and fell against the hard planes of his chest with every breath she took. He heard her heartbeats as they hammer against her chest—and somehow, he felt it in his chest too. His heart slamming back in rhythm with hers.

This is incredible! Their hearts were beating together.

The heat from her was spreading hungrily through his body. But it’s not lust. It’s not sexual passion. It was something else. Something he couldn’t explain.

He had never felt like this with any girl in his life. He found himself pulling her harder to his body, his arms refusing to let go.

“Who… are..you?” She said breathlessly, her voice husky with excitement. “What’s your name?”

“I’m….Drex Locker.” He stammered.

The moment he said those words, he would have given anything in this world to take them back.

Lyra’s eyes had suddenly become dark and dangerous.

“Get away from me!” She spat out.

Drex let go of her as if he had touched an exposed electric wire.

Before he even realized what was happening, Lyra was pointing two mean-looking guns into his face.

What the hell is going on? He thought.

“I know who you are, Drex. I’ve heard some stories about you.” She gritted out. “I’m going to kill you tonight. And burn your fucking body.”

Drex's face screwed up in confusion. Then he suddenly realized who she was.

Wolf huntress!

The words screamed at him.

This beautiful, breathtaking girl with the body of a goddess was a bloody wolf huntress! She had to be! The outfits. The guns. The dangerous, threatening aura seethes from her. Everything screams wolf huntress.

But how… how could he have known?

He didn’t even know what to say. He was utterly confused and speechless.

“Drex!!!”

Drex and Lyra swung around in astonishment.

Standing behind Drex and Lyra was Darken TrueBlood—Alpha of the Greyhoof pack. Five mean-looking tough young men surrounded Darken. They all wore black leather jackets, ash-grey jeans, and black boots.

“I see you got to her before me,” Darken said to Drex, hatred in his eyes. “What are you doing, fooling around with a huntress?”

“Darken! Take your boys and leave.” Drex said. “We don’t have to turn this into another of your bloodthirsty fighting games.”

Lyra took one look at the tall blonde-haired guy standing a few meters away from her. She knew instantly this was Darken TrueBlood, the Alpha of the Greyhoof pack John had talked to her about. The one he had warned her about to keep away from.

Drex was the one Alpha of the Whitehoof pack—the one John actually dreaded.

Good! They were all here. She thought to herself, the more the merrier. The two wolf pack Alphas are complete. She will end the whole thing here. This night. Once and for all!

She pointed one of the guns in her hands at Darken. She maintained the other gun pointed at Drex’s face.

“Don’t move!” She snapped at Darken. “Don’t you fucking move!”

Darken's eyes regarded her. There was no fear in his eyes—only an amusing, devilish malice.

“One of my boys heard you talking to John in the bar, and he came to tell me all about it.” He said calmly. “The only thing is, I’m the first person in this town to know about your arrival. Even before anyone else.”

He paused and went on.

“I saw you tonight. I watched you from the dark. You knew I was watching you. Only you didn’t see me. Because you are as blind as a bat.” He finished in a biting voice.

Lyra narrowed her eyes at him.

Of course! She had known someone had been watching her from the darkness before she entered the bar. It was Darken after all! The bastard had been hiding out in the dark like a coward.

“Why didn’t you come out?” Lyra seethed. “You hid in the darkness like a fucking coward. You’ve got no balls!”

Darken’s face hardened.

“Make no fucking mistake, you little bitch! I’m no fucking coward. You don’t get to talk to me like that. No one does!”

Lyra gritted out. “Then maybe it’s high time someone did.”

Darken was shocked. The raw confidence from this girl was like a hard slap on his face. His fist clenched into menacing balls.

“I know you are a wolf huntress. I can smell it on you. Well, a wolf huntress is not what this town needs.” He said with contempt. “And you, girl, you’ve got a bad mouth. Someone ought to teach you a lesson.”

Drex's body went rigid.

This tough-looking girl was a dangerous enemy of his. She was here to kill him. To wipe out his kind. His life and that of his own pack—even though they were not with him that very moment—was on the line right now.

The most sensible thing to do as an Alpha was to kill this wolf hunteress, who posed a real threat. Or worse still, assist Darken in killing her.

All he had to do was rip off her head and finish her. Just like that! No hesitation.

And yet, for some goddamned unexplainable strange reasons, the only thought that came to his mind at that moment was to protect her.

Even though she looked like she could defend herself, Darken was not the type to mess with. At all.

Let me warn her. He thought. At least, let me try to talk some sense into her head.