MY KIND
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Chapter Five: My Kind
*Asher's POV*
I could feel my wolf crying out in agony. The wound on my neck throbbed, and the heat radiating from it burned my face. I was dying, slowly.
"Please..." I managed to whisper, desperate for relief. Only a White Werewolf could heal the bite or scratch it inflicted nobody else can.
Rory seemed nonchalant, almost enjoying my suffering. But I knew I had to keep her close.
"I'll help you find your sister," I blurted out, the pain becoming unbearable.
Rory's expression changed, her eyes narrowing slightly. Perhaps she realized I might be useful to her after all.
She approached me cautiously, her eyes unreadable. Placing her hand on my neck, I felt an unusual calmness wash over me. Slowly, my skin stitched itself back together, and I was whole once more.
Before she could react, I pinned her against the wall, her hands trapped beneath mine.
"That's not a thank you," she said, her voice measured and melodious.
I was drawn to her, my body yearning for hers. My wolf and vampire instincts screamed for me to claim her, but I restrained myself, waiting for her permission.
Her shirt hung loosely around her breasts, showing their perfect shape. I longed to kiss her, to taste her lips.
"Step back," she whispered, but her voice betrayed her, conveying a hint of desire.
I nibbled around her neck, close to her ear, and she let out a muffled moan. She smelled like heaven.
Just as I was about to deepen our connection, the door burst open, and Jenks' trembling voice cut through the air.
"Alpha, we're under attack."
“Here's a rewritten version:
"Unlike you, I have no desire to harm my mate," I said, reluctantly releasing her. I headed for the door, turning back to instruct, "Stay here."
But Rory scoffed at my words, disregarding my command.
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RORY’S POV
Rory's POV
If Asher thought his command applied to me, he was mistaken. I followed him, carefully tracing his path. The air reeked of vampire venom, and my wolf growled inwardly, urging me to transform. But I held back, assessing the situation.
There were thousands of vampires everywhere, overwhelming the pack. A part of the pack's grounds was engulfed in flames. I spotted Asher, valiantly fighting off the vampires, but I knew he couldn't hold out for long.
A voice within me whispered, "Let them die; this isn't your battle." Yet, something compelled me to intervene. Before I could fully decide, my wolf took over, and I sprinted into the fray.
The vampires' terrified screams filled the air: "It's the White Wolf!" They fled in panic, abandoning their attack.
Asher turned toward me, his back bearing scratches that would heal easily, given their relatively low poison content. His gaze met mine, a mix of surprise and gratitude flickering across his face.
I transformed back into my human self, my shirt slightly torn. I have been able to shift into my wolf form without much strain. However, I was concerned that my wolf was gaining more control over my emotions, and that wasn't what I wanted. I needed to regain my composure.
"I asked you to stay inside," Asher said, his eyes filled with pride.
"That's not a thank you," I replied, mirroring his tone.
Asher stepped closer, his gaze locked on mine. The surroundings had calmed down, with everyone focusing on repairing the damage. The vampires had fled in terror, and I was eager to understand the extent of the White Wolf's power.
"You're stubborn," Asher said, his voice authoritative.
"I won't succumb to your commands; you have no right," I countered, meeting his gaze.
Asher's eyes narrowed. "You're my mate."
"And?" I pressed my tone neutral.
"You'll be my lunar, and we'll rule the hybrids together, with you by my side," he declared.
My wolf growled, sensing the underlying tone in Asher's words. It was as if he believed I had no choice in the matter. But I knew I didn't belong to the hybrids, and I couldn't be his Lunar. That would mean fighting against my own kind, the werewolves, and abandoning my home.
I felt a strong urge to return to my pack and protect them. Asher's words, though genuine and authoritative, hinted at an ulterior motive. Something within me whispered that he only needed me for protection, exploiting the fear that the White Wolf inspired in others.
I knew I had to prioritize my pack's safety above all else.
"I have no interest in that, and I don't belong to the hybrids,” I said firmly.
Asher's expression turned stern. "You don't have a choice, mate. You're a female."
His words cut deep, stirring memories of my mother's disappearance. Female Alphas were hated in our kingdom, and I suspected that was the reason she was taken.
Before I could respond, Asher attempted to hold me down. "We'll make a great team, ruling together. It's simple."
I shoved his hands away, maintaining my distance. "Was that why you took my mother, Aurora, the first female werewolf Alpha? Because females don't rule?" I screamed, my voice echoing through the air.
Asher seemed taken aback by my words and stepped back, his eyes widening. "She had daughters?" he whispered.
I took a step closer, my face inches from his. "Now, read my lips: we can never be together."
Pain flickered in Asher's eyes, but I stood firm.
"I'll find my mother, locate my sister, and rule the pack together," I declared, my voice filled with conviction.
Asher remained silent, his gaze locked on mine. I turned to leave, ignoring the inexplicable force drawing me to him.
As I walked away, Asher's husky voice stopped me. "Rory..."
I turned back, with an infuriating look.
"Your mother is dead.”
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