Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
The building came down, the rubble burying me as I screamed, curling in to stop it.
But the weight didn’t reach me.
I peered up at why, my eyes widening as I saw Beenie holding the piece up with a telekinetic kind of power I had never seen before. No spell, no potion, just power.
“Tell anyone else about this and I’ll death touch you,” she snapped. I nodded, swallowing thickly as she slowly put the pieces of building down then helped me up.
I looked past her and the rain and debris, my heart racing when I couldn’t see Heather or Brax.
“Where?” I demanded.
Beenie nodded to the steps of another building where Brax was splayed.
I felt Kai and Derik desperate in the link, trying to get through the masses, trying to take Heather out but she had too many rogues.
Cain was dragging more pack wolves out of the rubble.
But Heather, she was leaning over Brax, holding his shirt in her fist, growling at him, spitting poisonous words at him.
Her revenge had distracted her. So despite the ache in my body from crashing into the building, the burn on my back from the explosion and the poison on my arm.
I edged forward, picking up Beenie’s bow. She eyed it then Heather standing over Brax.
I had done terribly in practice, but I had shadows, and they were not going to let me miss.
Beenie handed me an arrow, her body in a black wrap she used when she shifted.
She had stashed her bow and quiver with it earlier.
I took that as a sign that the realm was helping.
The rain even lessened, the wind turning quiet.
That was my chance.
I lifted the bow and nocked the arrow. Then I took a deep breath and aimed the tip of my arrow at Heather.
I closed one eye, using the other to take my aim.
I had one shot, one chance.
It had to be a kill shot.
I stood slightly to the side, and it gave me a clear view of her neck.
Fate? Maybe. I was choosing to believe that.
I pulled the string back, lined up her neck in my aim.
Then I let the arrow fly.
33. The Cage
Lorelai
The tip of the arrow embedded in the flesh of Heather’s neck. She went rigid, her hand releasing Brax’s shirt.
Her arm snapped up, her hand cupping where the arrow had sunken in. Blood spilled from the wound and she stumbled down the stairs, her eyes wide.
My shadows that had landed the arrow on its mark came back to me. I soothed them then walked forward.
Heather’s eyes met mine as she sunk to her knees. She gargled out something but it made no sense. She got no last words.
The sound of the fight stopped behind me and the rogues paused. The pack stopped too. And we watched as Heather fell to the ground, slumping in front of my feet, an arrow in her neck.
I let out a breath of relief. We had done it. Heather was dead.
‘Enough!’ A sultry voice in the air called, stealing the victory bubbling in my chest. The voice bellowed through the rain that pattered, washing away the blood of the fight.
I turned to the echoing voice. I shouldn’t have been surprised to see seven forms in gold cloaks floating towards us through the gates.
Derik came padding over. He shifted back into his human form and Hank shoved some pants at him.
Derik pulled them on and came over to me. The slash on his shoulder looked nastier than mine, pussing and gross as it bled down his arm.
Kai came over but he didn’t shift back. We all waited with bated breath to see what route the witches were going to take. Were they going to keep pretending they weren’t in on it? Or reveal their side in this war for all to see.
They stood in front of us, the wolves around us parting to let them through. They looked in sync, down at Heather before scowls came over their faces.
‘Where are the twins?’ The echo said, reaching all of us despite none of their mouths moving.
“Not here,” Derik said, his voice strong but he looked off. He felt weak in our mating link but then again, we all did.
‘Bring them to us and we will spare you.’
I stepped forward, not caring that they were so tall and beautiful, not caring that they were more powerful. They were not having the twins.
“No.”
A loud screech pierced my head. It got everyone and we all cowered, holding our heads as the scream tried to make our brains explode.
“Stop!” I screamed.
An echoing laugh made it through the ringing once they let our minds go.
‘Bring us the twins. And forfeit your magic. You have this final chance,’ the voices said.
I shook my head and the pack stayed silent.
“You will never get them. And I will never give you my magic. Do with us what you will,” I snapped, breathing hard to stand up.
The one at the front looked down at me with the creepiest smile I had ever seen.
‘We were hoping you would say that,’ she said and then it went black.
I woke in so much pain. I wasn’t sure how long I had been out or what had happened while I was but it was long enough to feel what the fight had done to me.
I warily opened my eyes, swallowing thickly against the dryness in my mouth. My shoulder hurt, my ribs, my head.
Crashing into a stone building after being blown up was bound to do that.
I was lying on a dirty floor, and I sat up, darkness surrounding me. I reached out my hand to feel where I was, my hand brushing on something cold.
I wrapped my hand around it. A bar.
I blinked more, trying to see in the dark. I couldn’t.
I pulled on my magic but it was weak, still stuck deep down inside me.
‘I just want a light,’ I asked hoping it had enough strength to give me that.
It did, dragging itself through me to my fingertips. The purple magic pulsed out of me, sputtering before dying again. It relit a second later.
It was weak, unstable, but it was enough for me to see where I was. I was in a cage. One with black bars.
Rock made up the wall behind me, and I frowned, squinting past where I was so I could see the surroundings of wherever I was.
I let out a sigh of relief seeing Derik in the cage next to me. His was embedded in rock, stuck there, half hanging off the ledge.
Brax was a few ledges down. I looked for Kai, my eyes moving wildly over every cage my magic light revealed.
I found him slightly above me, the bottom of his cage on an angle so I could just see his black waves of hair hanging out between the bars.
“Alphas?” I whispered.

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