Broken Alpha

CHAPTER THREE

Luke's POV

That's when I saw her. Her eyelids drooped, her body was in agony, and her heart raced.

Wait…

I pressed a hand to my chest, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions that didn’t belong to me.

I staggered back, struggling to comprehend the feelings surging inside me.

"Stay away from me!" I yelled, backing up as though distancing myself would make the emotions vanish, but they only intensified, sparking my irritation.

"Aiden!" I called, hearing his footsteps echo through the hall. The scent of blood must have drawn him in.

"Alpha..." Aiden’s voice was filled with surprise as he entered the room.

Aiden, standing at five foot nine with blonde hair and gray eyes, always wore a cross necklace. "Get her out of my sight."

He looked confused, scanning the room, but didn’t seem concerned about my mate. "What about the golden twin? I saw them outside and sent some men after them. I was going to join them, but I thought I should check on you first." Aiden rushed to me, placing a hand on my shoulders. "Tell me, Alpha, how are you holding up?"

"It doesn't matter," I muttered, my voice strained. "Take her to the worst prison," I pointed to my mate, who was struggling to remain conscious. "And don’t waste time chasing the golden twin. You won’t find them." I winced, clutching my chest where Richard’s claws had torn me. "I have a better plan."

Aiden raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"I’ll deal with the crowd outside first." I tore the bloodied fabric of my suit, leaving only my pants intact. Then, I made my way outside, toward the gathered crowd.

"Alpha!"

"Alpha!"

I stepped out, my presence commanding silence. Their chants faded as they saw the resolve in my eyes.

"The golden twin of Wonderland is disqualified from the game," I announced, ignoring their whispers. "And now, I am here to face anyone who believes they’re worthy of my warbook."

A woman with long black hair streaked with purple and red stepped forward, holding a whip. I knew she wouldn’t be much of a threat.

"I have a question!" She raised her hand, and something in my gut told me to hear her out.

"Go ahead," I said, motioning for her to speak.

"Where did your warbook come from?" she asked. "After the Glory pack was infiltrated by spies and the Whitewood family was wiped out, it was the Connor family who survived and rebuilt their pack, now called Wonderland. The most influential pack in the werewolf world. But your Wistwood Pack, we have no idea what it even is. The only reason it's gaining attention now is because of your warbook."

A hush fell over the crowd. Everyone waited for my response. I glanced at Elder Ronald Phil, the most respected elder in our pack, who stood quietly in the corner.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to be honest. "My name is Luke Whitewood, descendant of the Whitewood family. It's a miracle I’m still alive."

The room erupted with shocked gasps. I continued, unflinching. "My parents weren’t killed by spies. They were betrayed. And I’m going to make the Connor family pay for it. But for now, if anyone wants to challenge me for the second warbook, they’ll have to go through me."

A man with large teeth stepped forward, his hand around the woman’s waist. "You don’t want to tell us the truth, do you?"

He sneered, his voice dripping with skepticism. "All we want to know is how you got your warbook. Who’s to say it’s not fake?"

I chuckled. "Well, if you're so sure, why don’t you try challenging me? Then you'll see whether it’s fake or not."

The man grinned. "Fine. You’re just a young Alpha. You can’t be that strong."

I didn’t hesitate. With a swift kick, I sent him into his wolf form. As he lunged at me, I spread my legs, gripping his jaws with my hands. Drawing on the strength of the moon goddess, I ripped his jaw apart, snapping his neck in one brutal motion. He fell to the ground, lifeless.

The crowd remained silent, too stunned to cheer. His companion, the woman, was frozen, too afraid to approach his now lifeless form. I stood there, blood dripping from my hands, unfazed.

I noticed Ronald slipping away into the crowd, clearly pleased with the outcome.

"Aiden, the crowd is gone, but what about the Connors? They're the reason you called this event together in the first place!"

"Patience, Aiden. I have a plan."

"And what exactly is that?"

I smirked. "Bring me ink and a pen."

Aiden raised an eyebrow, looking perplexed, but he didn’t question me. He did as I asked.

Minutes later, he returned with the materials. I grabbed a blank sheet of paper and began to write:

To Alpha Connor,

I have your youngest daughter with me. If you want to see her alive again, deliver your warbook to me.

Yours faithfully, Luke Whitewood.

"Find someone trustworthy to deliver this," I said, handing the letter to Aiden. He read through it, a mix of contentment and confusion on his face.

"The girl you had locked in the dungeon… she’s a Whitewood?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"But she doesn’t look like one."

"She’s unlucky. She didn’t inherit the best traits. But that works in my favor, so I don’t care."

"I’ll do as you ask, Alpha," Aiden said, nodding before leaving the room.

I clutched my chest again, the pain of her emotions flooding me. But what I didn’t tell Aiden was that she was my mate. And her emotional turmoil could become a problem.

"She has her luck to blame for not inheriting their best traits. However, it is of my benefit so I don't care."

"I'll do as you command Alpha," I nodded and Aiden left the room.

Then I grabbed my chest painfully as I felt her emotions. But one thing I didn't tell Aiden was that she was my mate. And it could be a problem if I was suffering due to feeling her deep emotions.