Hybrid Alpha’s Prettiest Obsession

suicide mission

Mina

My brother's voice always find a way to drag me back to this harsh reality of life. “If you want to survive, you need to stop hoping for things that will never happen.”

Well, wasn't that kind of him to remind me? I looked up at him, my heart breaking in ways I couldn’t put into words. “What else do I have, Tito? What else is there if I don’t hope?”

He stared down at me, his expression cold and unforgiving. “Nothing,” he said flatly. “There’s nothing left.”

This f*****g child…

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#Malakai

I ripped out his head with a growl that shook the heavens. I glanced around. That was the last of them… I hoped. I closed my eyes, feeling the need to shift back to human. The pain was brutal, clawing its way up my spine as I tried to shift back. I knew it was always this painful because my body apparently broke its bones to accommodate…

Hm.

I stretched and my muscles screamed with every movement, bones cracking and rearranging. I’d taken out the rogues, but I could barely stand now. The pit had been chaos—a battlefield soaked in blood, dirt, and sweat. And I was right in the middle of it. Over five hundred rogues wasted…

“f*****g hell,” I cursed under my breath, collapsing onto my knees. My hands sank into the damp earth just as my claws retracted painfully. Shifting used to be effortless, but after that fight, it felt like my body was tearing itself apart. I had barged into the fight to make sure Mina was safe. I didn't check the scale… I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the shift, but every inch of me ached.

This would take some time.

“Alpha!” Wulfgar’s voice cut through the haze of pain. I grinded my teeth together. “Get up, you stubborn bastard. We’re not done yet.” His voice was gruff, impatient, and he wasn’t wrong.

That was when I realized the wolves weren't done with me. The rogues were relentless tonight, coming at us in waves. But I couldn’t move. I needed time to recuperate. I had shifted suddenly without thinking. I gritted my teeth, forcing my body to listen. My skin felt like it was ripping open as fur shrank back, and my bones snapped into place. It was rearranging itself over and over again, taking the human form, but barely. Sweat dripped down my face as I tried to stand, wobbling on shaky legs. I ignored Conrad's bickering. He knew what I needed in battle wasn't sweet talking. I needed a f*****g push. I glared towards his direction.

As expected, he was covered in blood—both his and the rogues’—storming over to me. “What in bloody hell were you thinking, going after all of them at once?” His eyes flashed with frustration.

I cleared my throat. “I wasn't thinking.” I couldn't tell him I was trying to save Mina.

Exhaustion coated his expression as he regarded me for a moment, clearly not understanding me. I groaned, wiping the blood from my mouth.

“Didn’t have much of a choice, did I?”

Wulfgar glared on before wiping a splatter of blood off his face with the back of his hand. “Next time, don’t go playing hero, you daft Alpha.”

I chuckled darkly.

Before I could respond, more rogues came charging from behind us.

“Arrgghhh.” They sounded like a pack of zombies. These bastards just wouldn’t quit. I growled, forcing my body to move, though every step sent pain crashing through me.

I was slower in this form. Which was why humans were considered weak. I watched Wulfgar bark orders to the remaining warriors, trying to protect me in my weak form. “Circle him! Don’t let them flank us!”

“Perks of being an Alpha, huh?” I whispered.

Wulfgar pretended he didn't hear. To fight off five hundred rogues was a great feat and at the same time, stupid. I was still thinking… I didn't see in time, a rogue lunge at me with its claws outstretched.

I wobbled to the side, barely dodging as the sharp edge of his claw sliced across my shoulder. The pain worked through me, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t let this filthy thing win. So I drove my fist into his jaw, feeling his bone shatter beneath the impact. He went down, but another was already on me, teeth snapping at my throat.

Goddess… “f*****g die already!” I spat, slamming my elbow into his face before hearing the satisfying crunch of his muzzle breaking. Finally! The rogue staggered, and I grabbed him by the neck, throwing him to the ground before delivering a final blow to his chest to crush his ribs. There were bodies everywhere with blood and fur coating the ground.

Even at that, I couldn’t slow down. If there was one thig rogues were known for, it was their increasing levels of energy. The never tire easily.

“Malakai!” Wulfgar shouted as he sliced down another rogue. “Behind you!”

I spun just in time to see a massive rogue charging straight at me, his eyes wild with hunger. This had to be their… leader? I braced myself, but the impact was harder than I expected, and it knocked me to the ground and his claws raked across my chest.

I howled in pain. f**k! The pain was blinding, but I shoved him off with a roar, slamming my fist into his face repeatedly until his skull gave way under my hand, turning mushy.

Andrenaline was the only thing keeping me on my feet now because my vision was starting to blur, and the pain in my body became harder to ignore. I staggered to my feet, blood dripping from multiple wounds, but I was still standing.

Wulfgar fought his way toward me. His eagle perked out the eyes of a three rogues at once. That gave him time to speak to me. "You look like s**t, Alpha,” he grunted.

“Feel like s**t,” I muttered, barely able to stay upright. The ground was slippery with blood, making it harder to keep my balance.

“This is enough. With this, the warriors can handle the rest. You killed them all!” Wulfgar growled, grabbing my arm as another rogue foolishly ended its life. His familiar bit through the rogue’s throat in one clean motion and the body hit the ground with a dull thud.

I nodded in thanks, struggling to catch my breath. My chest heaved, and every breath felt like fire. “Conrad, how many more of these bastards are there?” I asked.

Wulfgar glanced around. “Not too many,” he muttered. “But we’re aren't finishing this. I have instructed the warriors to take care of the rest.”

As we spoke, few rogues circled us with their eyes glowing with hunger and desperation. I grinned. They knew they were losing, but either they were too stupid or just too stubborn to back down. I could see it in their eyes that they wanted to take us down with them.

Wulfgar gave me a sheepish look. “Do you still want to fight?”

I nodded.

“Even in pain?”

“You know I thrive in pain.” I grunted out. I would need a good f**k after this to set my mind back on track.

“You don't need to change?”

“It's a f*****g hassle.” I shrugged.

Bewildered, Wulfgar watched me force myself up, and while I ignored the stabbing pain in my side, my hands already turned to weapons for the next attack. On cue, the rogues rushed at us with their chants of war filling the air.

I stood still, watching sharply. When they got too close for comfort, I threw punch after punch, my knuckles cracking against bone. More blood splattered across my face, but I didn’t care. What I did was basically simple: Punch, kick, move and crack skulls.

Sometimes, Wulfgar would stare at me in amazement but there was something making me do this. Mina. I was buying enough time for her to leave this place. Seconds became minutes and minutes became hours. I started slowing down.

My strike no longer carried power and my body protested with every move. I needed rest, fast. My strength was fading into nothingness.

I shoved Wulfgar out of harm's way. He was at his wits end already and I was the one holding him up myself. He grunted beside me when his familiar collapsed in fatigue.

“Why are we doing this, Alpha? We could have asked others to fight for us.”

I froze, thinking of a better reason. “The rogues need to know who is in charge.”

There. A better answer.

“But, the warriors could have done it. Why protect this specific place? The exit is right there. Let's make a run for it.” He suggested and I nodded, though I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep going. My vision blurred again, and I stumbled.

A rogue came at me, teeth bared, and I swung wildly, missing him by inches.

“f**k,” I muttered, trying to shake off the dizziness. This was sucide. Not like Mina would appreciate my efforts… I didn't think a rogue would sneak up behind me and…

Someone was there in an instant, driving his sword into the rogue’s chest before he could reach me.

“Focus, Kai!” They barked.

It was a she. Natalie.

What? What was she doing here? How did she know I was here? I acted indifferent. “I’m fine,” I lied.

Seeing Natalie and her bunch of bodyguards, the remaining rogues seemed to sense their defeat, and their attacks growing more frantic, more desperate. But with her help and the alertness of my warriors, the last brave rogue went down, and the rest ran off, growling.

The pit was silent, save for the sound of our heavy breathing.

Natalie wiped her blade clean on her sleeve, then turned to me with a grim expression. “That was a f*****g mess, did you plan to make me a widow?”

I chuckled. “We aren't married yet.” But I didn't tell her that. At least we were still alive. That was the point.

“You need to rest, Kai,” Natalie continued more softly. “You look like you’ve been through hell.”

Only I knew why I went on this suicide mission.