All Chapters of Alpha of Alphas - The Lycan's Impossible Mate: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Kane's POV “Where are the humans?” Glenn asks when we walk into the empty town. “I thought you know exactly what’s going on around you,” I say just to be spiteful. I’m tired, sore after a fight with the mutants, and just generally in a pissy mood. “You don’t need to stand guard or anything, do you?” My chancellor narrows his eyes at me, but he doesn’t say anything. I sigh and wipe my dirty, sweaty palms on my even dirtier, bloody jeans. “I sent them away. The vampires evacuated them a few hours ago. I don’t want them caught up in the crossfire.” I didn’t actually make it into the caves. Willow’s bridge was still there, but the mutants used it as a means of escape. By the time we finally made it back up to the barrier, dozens of them were on our side of the boundary, on their way down the mountain. The witches and a handful of really ineffectual humans were trying their best to get the escapees back in their prison, but they had limited success. The mutants turned on them and murd

“Okay,” Kane says. “Tell us.” I look from my mate to Emma. “You know a way in?” I ask. “A safer way than the one we took?” “Yes, priestess,” she says. I nod and turn my back on her to look at the others. “We blow the place up. We have enough explosives to level a small city.” “It’s well guarded, priestess,” Emma says. “It would be impossible for you to take an army in there.” “And yet, Petal escaped and no one noticed,” Kane says. He's right, but she was just one little girl. An army of wolves and vampires won't go unnnoticed. “It’s a good idea, Willow,” he goes on. “Everyone who doesn’t die in the blast will be trapped. Hopefully.” "And we won't need an army," Zael offers. “But we will need an explosives expert,” Glenn counters. “Someone that can build bombs and know how to set timers, that kind of--” “Right here,” Zael says and lifts his hand in the air. We all stare at him with our mouths open in surprise. “What?” he asks. “It’s a hobby. Immortality gets boring. I’ll need so

Kane's POV I hold Willow back when the others leave. I want to talk to her before tonight, before we drive a bomb the size of a small family car into the cave. I already know she’s going to shoot me down, but as always, I have to try or I won't be able to live with myself. “What are the words,” I ask as soon as we’re alone. “The words that open the door?” “Naturally.” “I’m not telling you.” I sigh. I don’t even know why I’m surprised. “Why do you feel like you need to go up there and do this?” "Why do you?" "Okay." I cross my arms over my chest. "Then we'll both stay." She laughs. “You're just trying to make a point. You would never let anyone go up there without you." She turns from playful to serious in an instant. "I have to do this, don't you see? My father helped to make that place. It’s my family’s legacy, and it’s my responsibility to dismantle it.” “No, my love, no…we don’t visit the sins of the father on the child.” She doesn’t answer me, but I can feel that stubbor

The drive up the pass is bumpy, twisty, and dangerous. Despite the witches’ best efforts to defrost the road, some parts have frozen over again, and every so often, the truck slips on patches of ice, threatening to send us careening over the edge of the cliff. My nerves are shot, and I chew my nails down to the quick while Marlon slowly, but admittedly expertly, winds his way higher and higher up the mountain, bringing us ever closer to the caves and forcing me to face the reality of what's about to happen. The truck hits a bump, my teeth gnash down, and I tear the last good fingernail I’ve been gnawing on into the bed. I hiss loudly as a sharp pain shoots down my thumb, and suck on my bleeding nail. “Oh. My apologies…Queen,” Marlon says, his voice tinged with sarcasm. “Why are you even here, Marlon?” I ask. “It’s clear you’d rather be anywhere else, but here.” He doesn’t take his eyes off the treacherous road when he answers me. “It’s fight for you or fight for them, and right now

Kane's POV When the dust finally settled, we could see how much damage the bomb had really done. The vampires took us back, getting as close as they could to show us the crater from above. The heat from the blast melted the snowcaps, and water ran down the newly formed rivers into the crater. We stayed in our camp for a few more days, waiting to see if any survivors would show up, but apart from the handful of mutants that escaped before we blew the place to kingdom come, it looked as if no one survived. More and more, Willow started telling me that this war had nothing to do with us anymore. She couldn’t explain to me why, when, or how things changed, just that it did. It took us weeks to make our way back to the castle. We had a few skirmishes on the way with isolated Templars and a few ill-prepared humans, but nothing serious, and nothing we couldn’t handle. It appeared as if the desire to kill us had left the humans, but they weren't the ones that concerned me. In the absence