The Alpha's Nine Fiancés

Chapter 2 The First Failed Attempt

I quickly untied the ropes binding the young man and helped him to his feet.

But he was barely conscious, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

I couldn't take him out through the front door. The villa was crawling with cameras and guards. I had no choice but to summon my wolf, Nightshade.

To be safe, I called her forth invisibly. In an instant, a giant wolf with golden eyes and silver-white fur appeared silently at my side. Her massive form was as undetectable as air. Only I could sense her presence.

I carefully placed the young man on her broad back and then leaped up myself, gripping her thick fur tightly.

With a graceful bound, Nightshade carried us onto the rooftop. Hidden by the night, we raced across the rooftops, evading all the security cameras and patrolling guards.

Before long, we arrived near the hospital in the city center. I gently laid the now-unconscious young man down, ensuring he would be found and treated in time. Then I called Nightshade again, and she whisked me back to Liam's villa.

This time, I was determined to end this cursed engagement myself.

I snuck back into the villa and returned to the room where Liam lay unconscious. He was still out cold, his disheveled hair falling over his smooth forehead, his robe slightly askew, exposing a firm chest.

'Who would guess that behind such a handsome exterior lies such a dark heart?'

I pulled out the marriage contract, written on parchment, and carefully unrolled it. My name and Liam's were clearly printed at the top, along with the childish fingerprints we'd left all those years ago.

I grabbed Liam's hand, trying to press it against the contract, but no matter how hard I pushed, it wouldn't leave a new mark on the parchment.

My heart sank as a vague memory surfaced in my mind.

I remembered that when I made these engagement pacts with my fiancés, it was under a full moon, witnessed by the elders of the family, as we swore to the Moon Goddess and pressed our fingerprints onto the contracts. A werewolf's marriage contract needed the blessing of the Moon Goddess, and to dissolve it, both parties had to willingly press their fingerprints onto the contract again.

I sighed in frustration, staring at the unconscious Liam, feeling utterly defeated. I had underestimated the binding power of this contract.

Just then, the villa's alarm blared, and I heard the sound of hurried footsteps and frantic shouting coming closer.

'Damn, I've been discovered!'

I couldn't afford to waste another second. I quickly rolled up the contract and darted out of the room.

Using the cover of darkness, I vaulted over the wall and escaped from the villa. Behind me, the shouts of the guards and the wail of sirens echoed, but none of that mattered to me anymore.

What mattered now was that I had to continue my mission to break off the engagement.

My next target was also in New York—a Hollywood superstar, Ethan Hawke. 'Moon Goddess, please let this one go more smoothly!'

*****

Another day passed, and a new night descended. New York City was ablaze with lights, the streets teeming with cars.

In the heart of the city stood Starlight Tower, the tallest building in New York, a symbol of the city's power and wealth. At that moment, on the rooftop terrace, a kidnapping was quietly unfolding.

A young man was being held at gunpoint by a masked man, teetering dangerously on the edge of the platform.

And that young man, the hostage, was none other than Ethan, one of my nine fiancés and the reason I was here.

After what had happened with Liam, I wasn't ready to assume Ethan was innocent. So I decided to blend in with the crowd and watch the drama unfold.

Even from a distance, his height of over six and a half feet was striking, with chiseled features and a face that still radiated a captivating charm, even in such a perilous situation. He looked like a god from Greek mythology.

"Kyle Anderson! You murderer! You killed my Jenny!"

The masked man, Thomas, screamed in anguish, his gun trembling as he pressed it against Ethan's temple.

"Did you think you could escape justice? Did you think your fame and fortune could cover up your crimes? Today is your judgment day!"

By now, a large crowd of police and media had gathered below, their flashing cameras turning the night into day.

"Officer Miller, what do we do? The hostage-taker's extremely unstable, and we can't get close."

"Officer Miller, the hostage is Ethan Hawke! If we screw this up, the media and his fans worldwide will tear us apart!"

I looked towards the voices. It was the officers in the front line reporting to a tall cop. I couldn't help but give him a second glance. Even in his uniform, there was no hiding the raw, untamed beauty that clung to him.

'Mmm, Officer Miller looks more yummy than Ethan!'

Noah Miller's sharp eyes were locked on the rooftop as he spoke in a low, commanding voice, "Are the snipers in position?"

"They're in position, but there's limited space around the target, and the wind is strong. It's hard to guarantee a clean shot."

Noah took a deep breath and shouted into the loudspeaker, "Sir, I know you're hurting, but please, calm down! The Jenny you're talking about is a character on TV. Mr. Hawke was just playing a role—he didn't kill anyone!"