Captured by the Alpha King

9 Onyx

9: Onyx

Beheading that cocksucker was easy. I fully expected him to be some rogue asshole, so imagine my surprise when it turns out we were under attack. Like the timing couldn't be worse. I wanted to stay balls deep in my mate, but no, now I had to murder some leeches.

The rotting stench of death preceded their arrival. Before I could utter a warning, the packhouse doors splintered open and a swarm of vampires flooded the hall. Their pallid faces were twisted with bloodlust, fangs bared and claws extended.

Chaos erupted all around as my pack sprang into action. Confusion and aggression fueled their counterattack as wolves collided with vampires in a frenzy of teeth and claws. Blood sprayed in crimson arcs, splattering the walls and floor as my pack ripped into our foes. The metallic tang of it filled the air as howls and screams pierced the night.

I tore the head from a vampire's shoulders, savoring the wet snap of bone and sinew giving way beneath my jaws. Another came at me from the side, but I whipped around and slammed him against the wall, breaking his spine before he could sink his filthy fangs into me.

The battle raged on, the pack fighting relentlessly against our immortal enemies. We had the advantage of our lupine forms, our movements fluid and our strikes carrying the force of primal fury. The vampires were fast, but we were faster, fueled by the fire of our wolf spirits.

In the chaos, I caught glimpses of my packmates. Tyrone, as his hulking black wolf, barreled into a group of vampires, sending pale limbs flying.

But my thoughts kept drifting back to Rowan. Where was she? In my haste to protect her, I'd lost her in the fray. Fear for her safety distracted me, blunting my reactions. A blow glanced off my shoulders, nearly knocking me off balance. I whirled with a snarl, but my opponent had already melted back into the throng.

The Hidden War was upon us. The one we had just read about. But all I could think of was finding Rowan before it was too late. She had become my obsession, my reason for fighting. If I couldn't bring these fuckers to hell, I will bring hell to these fuckers.

I tore through the battle looking for any sign of Rowan. The packhouse was in shambles, but there was no trace of her. My calls went unanswered save for the shrieks of vampires meeting their end beneath my claws.

Dread clawed up my spine. They must have taken her. I howled in anguish, the sound ringing above the din. I would make them pay for this, every last one. I would paint the walls with their blood and pile their heads before me. But first, I had to find Rowan.

I burst from the packhouse, shifting as I hit the ground running. The scent of blood and death lingered heavy in the air, but through it all was a whisper of Rowan's sweet scent. I raced into the night, following that lifeline. She had to be out there. And I would find her, no matter the cost.

I tore through the woods, following Rowan's fading scent trail. Thorns and branches tore at my fur, but I barely felt them. All that mattered was finding her.

The trees thinned and I skidded to a halt at the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea. Rowan's scent ended here. My heart seized with dread as I peered over the edge at the crashing waves below.

"No," I whimpered. "No, no, no."

I shifted back, desperately scanning the cliffs and ocean for any sign of her. She couldn't be gone. I refused to accept it.

A scrap of fabric caught on a rock drew my eye. I snatched it up, inhaling deeply. Rowan's blood, I could smell it. She had been here.

Fury rose in me, hot and uncontrollable. I threw back my head and howled, a primal sound of anguish and vengeance. The pack would hear my call, would know I needed them.

And the vampires...they would pay. I would rain hellfire down upon them for what they'd done. I would find Rowan, alive. And once I had her back, I would show no mercy. The Hidden War had only just begun.

I shifted back into my wolf form and bounded along the cliffs, following Rowan's fading scent. The waves crashed violently against the rocks below, threatening to dash my hopes of finding her. But I refused to give up.

In the distance, I spotted movement - a small boat was rowing away from the shore. I raced along the clifftops, my paws kicking up tufts of grass. As I drew closer, I caught a familiar whiff of jasmine and vanilla - Rowan's scent. She was on that boat.

With a mighty leap, I threw myself off the cliffs and shifted forms in midair, hitting the water in my human shape. The cold shocked me, but I powered through the swells with strong strokes. I had to reach that boat.

As I neared, I saw Rowan bound and gagged in the hold. Rage boiled up in me at the sight of her captivity. I swam faster, my muscles burning.

The vampires spotted me and shouted in alarm. One raised a spear gun and took aim. I swerved, and the spear pierced the water just shy of my shoulder.

With a roar, I launched myself up and grabbed the side of the boat, heaving myself over the edge. The vampires rushed me, fangs bared. I smashed one's face in and ripped out another's throat in a spray of blood.

I fought my way to Rowan, shifting forms as I slaughtered the vampires. Finally I stood over her, chest heaving, and gently removed her gag.

"Onyx," she rasped, relief flooding her eyes.

I nuzzled her tenderly. "I've got you, little bird. You're safe now."

I cradled Rowan in my arms, savoring the feeling of having her close once more. But our reunion was short-lived. An ear-splitting howl rent the night air - one of my wolves was in trouble.

I swept Rowan up and leaped from the boat, shifting forms as we hit the water. She clung to my fur as I swam strongly toward shore.

We emerged onto the beach near the pack house. It was chaos. Blood stained the sand. My wolves grappled with vampires in a frenzy of teeth and claws.

I set Rowan down, nuzzling her quickly. "Stay close to me."

She nodded, her eyes bright with fear and determination. I threw back my head and howled, calling my betas. We had to regroup if we were to have any hope of driving these bloodsuckers back.

Tyrone and Moon fought their way to my side, both bleeding from multiple wounds. I quickly outlined a flanking maneuver, sending Moon's team to circle behind while we pressed from the front.

As my wolves moved into position, I peered through the melee, searching for Viktor. The ancient vampire king was here somewhere, I could smell his icy stench.

A piercing shriek split the sky. I whirled to see a hulking vampire dragging my little bird away. With a bellow of rage, I bounded after them, tearing through anything that stood in my path. I would save her or die trying.

I barrelled through the battle, fangs bared and claws shredding any vampire foolish enough to block my path. Rowan's terrified screams drove me onward, heedless of my own safety.

But the brute had vanished, taking my mate into the darkness. Her cries faded, leaving only the cacophony of war. Just as I was about to follow, a sharp pain pierced me and I turned to find a vampire with a small dagger, embedded in my side.

Rage boiled up inside me, a molten fury that consumed all reason. With an earth-shattering howl, I unleashed my full power. Muscles swelled and fur bristled as ancient magic flooded my veins.

I tore through the enemy ranks like tissue paper, a whirlwind of death. Vampire after vampire fell beneath my onslaught. None could stand before my wrath.

As I fought, the pack rallied to my fury. My beta led them in reaping a red harvest. The tide turned as the vampires fell back, unable to withstand our ferocity.

But victory felt hollow with Rowan gone. As the last vampires fled into the night, howls of triumph rang out among the pack. I alone remained silent, staring out into the darkness where my love had disappeared. She was out there somewhere.

The battlefield was strewn with the dead and dying. Moans of pain and cries for help echoed through the still night air. My packmates moved among the bodies, tending to the wounded as best they could.

Tyrone approached, his muscular chest heaving from exertion. "We've suffered heavy losses, Alpha. At least a dozen dead, maybe more."

I barely heard him, my mind still consumed with thoughts of Rowan.

"Onyx!" Tyrone gripped my shoulders, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. "We need you here, now. Your pack needs you."

His words bounced off me. f**k my pack. I don't give a f**k about a single one of them. I just want her. Yet, if I turned my back on them now, I'd be forfeiting any loyalty they had for me.

"You're right," I said gruffly. "See to the wounded first. Gather the dead so we can pay proper respects."

As Tyrone relayed my orders, other wolves came forward. Their faces were etched with pain, but their voices rang with pride for what we had accomplished this night.

"We sure showed those bloodsuckers!" Daria crowed, her tawny fur matted with gore.

"They won't be back anytime soon after the whupping Onyx gave them," laughed Dante, though his laugh turned into a wince as he limped on a badly maimed leg.

I grew angry. Ready to snap at their foolish remarks while Rowan was gone, but instead, I turned and made my way to the battle table.

The bloodsucking motherfuckers wanted a war? They got one.