All Chapters of Alpha of Alphas - The Lycan's Impossible Mate: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

“Fuck me, it’s cold,” Kane says and pushes the tent flap aside. “Motherfucking son of a goat whore,” he exclaims, falls down on the soft sleeping bag next to me and pulls a blanket over himself. He has been in a foul mood for the last few days, mostly because it started snowing and he had hoped we’d be back home by now, spending the winter locked away in our fortress like last year, but the castle is under siege and there’s no way in or out. As far as we know, the cabal hasn't abandonded the castle even though we weren't there. The Templars and their new pope took residence in our home. It makes me sick to think that one of them, perhaps even the pope, might be sleeping in my bed. We evacuated the castle a week after the cyber-attacks, expecting Hastings to come after us. Kane made several attempts to make contact with the new overlord before we left for good, but his calls went unanswered. Hastings is exactly like Milner. There is no reasoning with the man. He called back once, a

Kane's POV The days drag on, but a few very warm days make it possible for us to move out of the mountains into a village in a valley not far from the Alps. The moment we set foot in the quaint little town, I feel uneasy. “I don’t like this,” Zael says. “Neither do I.” “It’s like that town close to the castle,” Marlon says. “Just…void of life.” I look over my shoulder at Willow. “Magic?” I ask. “Yes, but…I don’t know what kind.” She steps closer to me, unconsciously seeking out my reassurance and safety. I put my arm around her shoulders, though I don’t know how I’m going to protect her against magic no one understands. Next to her, Alfred and Tully are pale and both of them are trembling, but I am unsure if it’s from the cold or fear. “It’s death,” Alfred says. “Can’t you feel it, sister? They conjured death itself. I can’t find anything living.” “Not even animals,” Willow says. “We need to leave.” “Why?” I ask. “If it’s empty, we might as well move in.” “No,” she gasps and

It’s full dark by the time I wake, but out here in the mountains it’s difficult to tell the time of day because the sun sets so early. I feel much better, stronger. My head is on Kane’s lap, and he’s gently stroking my hair. The first thing that hits me is the smell of blood. His blood. “How long was I out?” “Not long. An hour maybe,” he says in his familiar, comforting baritone. “You scared me a little this time, Willow. I swear…I thought you died.” “Felt like I died.” “Yes, your heart stopped. If it weren’t for Suri protecting you, you’d be dead.” “Is that why she’s so tired?” “She’s fine now. I healed you both.” I know. I can feel his magic inside me - the beautiful bright light chasing away the darkness that threatened to consume me earlier today. “Thank you.” He nods. “I want you to stop.” “Stop what? Using magic?” “No. I want you to…stop trying to save everyone. You can’t. People die in wars. You have to make peace with it.” “Yes,” I say and struggle upright. “And the

Kane's POV I close my eyes and pretend that I’m not being carried like an infant right now. Everyone else already made their displeasure known, but there’s nothing else we can do. Zael wasn’t lying when he said we wouldn’t be able to pass over the terrain. It’s rocky and slippery, and in places, the vampires have to fly with us over chasms, patches of deep snow, and icy streams. “How do the trucks get up here?” I ask, not really expecting an answer. “There’s a dirt road leading up to the caves,” the unknown vampire carrying me answers. “But it’s impassable right now, and well-guarded.” After what feels like hours, but it's probably closer to thirty minutes, the vampires come to a stop and lower us to the ground. There’s a very faint footpath winding through the pine trees and up the mountain. “Where are we?” “The back of the caves,” Zael answers. “There’s a way in from here, but…” he shrugs. “Yes,” I say. "I can feel it." There's a barrier of some kind, but unlike the one at the

Kane’s POVMy neck is killing me. The little girl came very close to wiping me of the planet. Her fangs tore through skin and flesh like a serrated knife, and the wounds are not closing up and healing like they’re supposed to. “Stop,” I order the vampire.He comes to a screeching halt on the other side of a frozen little stream and lowers me to the icy ground. “You’re not healing,” he says.“No.” In fact, it’s getting worse with blood steadily pumping out of my body through the two holes in my neck.Zael and Willow kneel next to me to examine the injury. “Shit,” the vampire says. “Why aren’t you healing?”“How the hell should I know?” I snap. I’m suddenly exhausted and cold. I just want to lie down and die.“Zael,” Willow says. “How does it work?”“A vampire bite?”“Uh-huh.”“Vampires have a type of anticoagulant in their fangs to stop the wounds from closing up and the blood from clotting too fast.”“So maybe the little girl released too much of it?” she asks.“And the wounds are too