Chapter 3
Chapter 3:
Alpha Christian bellowed again, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. With one powerful swing, he flung Adrian across the room, sending him crashing into the wall. Gamma Adrian was a large man, and the wall couldn’t withstand his weight. It crumpled behind him, sending dust particles flying in all directions.
I struggled to sit up and crawl to a corner where I could stay safe from the chaos. Alpha Christian was unstoppable, and even I was surprised that he was fighting so hard for me.
A sharp pain shot through my side, near my left ribcage. It hurt terribly. Adrian had struck me there several times, and the pain was so intense that I could barely move without feeling like I might go blind from the stinging ache.
Luna Vivienne’s voice suddenly roared through the room. I turned to look at her; there was sheer horror on her face. I glanced back at Alpha Christian, who stood over Gamma Adrian, holding a large block in his left hand—one that had broken off from the wall Adrian had crashed into.
He stood over Adrian, the block raised in both hands, ready to smash it into Adrian’s face.
“Put it down, Christian! What is going on here?!” she demanded, her eyes scanning the room. She glared angrily from Alpha Christian’s stiffened form to my battered body.
Apparently, my frantic cries had been heard from afar, but the other maids had vehemently refused to come to my aid.
“Are you really going to kill him, Christian?!” Luna asked, her voice filled with terror.
A deadly silence filled the air as sweat, like drops of blood, dripped from Alpha Christian’s face. I had never seen him this angry—not like this, not ever. Was he really going to kill him?
ALPHA CHRISTIAN’S POV
“You would dare battle your Gamma for the sake of that cursed girl?!” My mother’s voice rose in the darkness.
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“I have never had anything taken from me. Yes, I will defend her with my life, Mother. I am in love with that cursed Omega, and she alone will be my mate, whether you fall in line with it or not!” I muttered angrily back at her.
We strode back to the mansion in the dark, having already taken Amira to the healing shed, where I was sure she would be safe. I needed to return to the mansion to retrieve some herbs I kept solely in my room.
“What has come over you, Christian Stone?!” she bellowed angrily. “You’re already betrothed to Sheela! She is your mate and Luna-to-be! That has already been fated from the start!” Her voice carried an intensity that bordered on desperation.
I paused on the third step leading up to the entrance of the house, my anger bubbling to the surface at those very words—”mate” and “Luna”—especially when they were tied to Sheela’s name.
“Then why doesn’t she make my blood boil the way Amira does?!” I yelled, my frustration spilling over.
“Why doesn’t my wolf go crazy every time I’m around her?! Is she really my fated mate, or is that just what YOU want me to believe?!” I questioned, looking at her. It was clear she didn’t have an answer for me, as she simply stared back in silence.
Then, almost as if the words were forced from her, she spoke in a whisper I could barely comprehend.