Alpha Maximus：The last lycan

　　Hope

　　The lycan is berserk, snarling and growling, saliva flying out his mouth. Sam reaches for the knife in his belt.

　　‘No!’ I scream, while he thrusts the knife in and out of his stomach.

　　‘Slow down! I want him to watch this before he dies,’ Alpha Tate says, moving my hair from my neck, and nuzzling the spot where he will mark me. I’m crying my eyes out. Leant against the bars, Sam grins while watching Alpha Tate, and the lycan bleed out.

　　About to die any moment, the lycan’s eyes roll back in his head. I spot a syringe in Sam's belt. Without knowing what’s in it, it’s my only chance of helping the lycan. I squirm from Alpha Tate's protruding teeth, grazing my neck. Just as I grab it, a few men I don't recognise run downstairs.

　　‘Shit!’ Sam says, pouncing at them in his wolf form.

　　Six different wolves from two different packs maul eachother. I hold the syringe firmly, and jab Alpha Tate's leg, and he strikes me across the face, before swaying, and falling to the ground. He collapses on top of me; he is so heavy I’m struggling to breath.

　　The wolves are still mauling eachother, except for two who have been ripped apart. There is blood and limbs everywhere. The lycan’s breathing is worse now; his head slowly falls back and blood pools underneath him.

　　I free myself from underneath Alpha Tate, who groans groggily. I stand, grab the keys, and run into the next cell,

　　unlocking the chains on one of his wrists, and then the chains around his ankles.

　　‘Mate,’ he whispers, barely conscious. I take his free hand and place it on my face. His thumb weakly pats my cheek. Sparks explode with our touch. I feel like I’m about to explode into stardust. The feeling is something I’ve never felt before. I’m roughly pulled by back someone.

　　‘Get away from him!’ The man yells, and I cover my face with my arms, afraid he is going to hit me. The lycan growls at him.

weakly, trying to reach

mate?’ He asks, staring at me in shock for a moment. Sam’s barely conscious, and the others are dead. Alpha Tate is still out, in the cell next to us. Nathan unlocks the cuff on the wrist

　‘Shit. This is bad. Our warriors are dead. I don't know if you’ll heal quick enough. There are at least ten

to go to him.

me. I can heal him. Reluctantly, I let go of his

to focus. My hair flows upward, and my skin glows and my eyes turn silver. His wounds start healing slowly, and the man gasps in shock and awe at the magic he is witnessing. Feeling dizzy, I know I can't stop just yet if I want him to survive. I close my eyes

　　Alpha Max/Chaos

just saved my life. She is bruised and weakened with dehydration and hunger. She is out like a

growl as Chaos; Nathan stands and backs

get it. She’s yours,’

　　Nathan drags Sam into Alpha Tate’s cell and locks

seen anything like that. She healed you with her bare hands.

be imprinted in my mind forever. It was like staring at an angel who had fallen from the heavens. Nathan

or we can get the hell out of here now. But

I want them to pay dearly for this treachery, and for what they have done to my precious mate. Looking

　　Quickly and gently, I release her, before my anger

in fear

pushes her behind

have your mate