Chapter 50 The Mate Bond


    Aubrey’s POV


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    “Ah!” The drunk werewolf cried out in pain, flying backward like a rag doll and crashing into a pile of trash several meters away. Bottles and cans ttered around him.


    He snaried as bones cracked and his body shifted. A massive, matted werewolf with crooked fangs rose from the heap. Shaking off the filth, his yellow eyes locked on me. A deep growl rumbled from his throat.


    Wolfsbaneced alcohol had clearly fried his brain–he dared to bare his fangs at me, ignoring my Alpha- level pressure?


    Perfect. I wanted a fight.


    Since E awakened, the Alpha force in my blood had been begging to be unleashed. I needed a real battle to know what this strength could do.


    He charged, huge limbs thundering across the ground, ws slicing toward my throat.


    My instincts took over. Muscles snapped taut, and I leapt sideways. His ws grazed the side of my neck, cold as ice. The moment Inded, my front paw swung like a hook, slicing deep into the back of his leg.


    Blood spattered. He howled in pain.


    Now furious, he attacked with blind rage. We shed again and again, our huge bodies crashing in the cramped junkyard, the scent of rust and blood hanging thick. My instincts sharpened–timing, momentum, power–they synced with every move. The wolf in me was awake.


    We collided with a thud, both thrown back. He ducked behind a broken couch and suddenly lunged from at blind angle, ws shing straight for my chest.


    Too fast.


    I twisted-


    Pain exploded under my ribs. Three deep gashes tore open. I froze for half a second.


    He opened his jaws and lunged again, aiming for my throat.


    But the pain only fueled my rage.


    Every wound from my past life–every betrayal and beating–boiled to the surface. I didn’t dodge. I threw myself forward..


    My limbs locked around his exposed throat and twisted.


    A sharp snap rang out.


    He convulsed violently, then dropped to the ground like dead weight. Still.


    Breathing hard, I shook the blood off my ws and turned.


    The Omega girl was huddled in the corner, crying softly, trembling like a frightened fawn.


    It was enough,


    Chapter <b>50 </b>The Mate Bond


    I <b>took </b>a <b>deep </b>breath, forced down the lingering <b>Alpha </b>fury<b>, </b>and shifted <b>back </b><b>into </b><b>human </b>form Ignorin itchy pain of healing, I approached slowly.


    “Hey,” <b>I </b>said gently. “<b>It’s </b>over. He can’t hurt you anymore.”


    At first, she was frozen in fear. Then, sensing no threat, she fell into my arms and sobbed. I held her <b>and </b>stroked her hair.


    If only… someone had held me like this, once.


    My wounds would be gone in a couple hours. I was about to lead her away when


    I felt it.


    An invisible wave of Alpha pheromones surged behind me–crushing, oppressive, absolute.


    My skin prickled.


    It was Alpha Henry.


    Henry’s POV


    Just when I finished cleaning up pack business and finally took a breath, I felt it–an Alpha presence, <b>raw </b>and unfamiliar, tearing through my senses like a re.


    It came from the old dump.


    Callen, my wolf, went wild in my mind, shrieking with manic energy.


    our mate. our mate. it’s her. that energy–it’s alpha, but it’s her. she’s the one.


    I shifted and ran.


    When I arrived and saw her face-


    My mind went nk.


    Aubrey?


    She’s my mate?


    She’s my mate?


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