The Virgin and Her Half Blood Alpha

Chapter 4

Clyde POV

11:45 PM - Milford Haven, Wales

Under the full moon, troops disguised as fishermen were scattered around the wharf.

One was a drunken beggar sleeping beneath the streetlight with cans of beer rolling around, two were flexing a boat and cackling like best buddies who missed one another, while more were around, unseen behind the shadows and beneath the growing clouds.

The poles poking through the sky were witness to the bloodbath that may or may not happen tonight, but I am sure that they will witness my wrath unfolding through Wales' fog today.

A wrath towards someone I barely knew.

'Dude,' Fed jumped into my mind.

'Keep it down. We can all feel it. And we all know that whenever you feel such, this won't end without a c*****e. Chill. Chill, the kid is fine. He got your blood flowing in his veins. Surely nothing could harm him,' Fed's assurance was... slightly assuring.

His silhouette hiding among the ships was undetected. A pro in hiding, I could say.

It was until he added a foolish remark.

'That is if he carried your entire genes. But if he was a half-blood, which was impossible, I wouldn't be all that sure,' Damn you Fed.

I blocked him out, pressing a thumb to my temple.

A child.

I have a child?

Impossible.

It was impossible.

But the teal eyes staring back from the perfect picturesque were like mine, only younger and brighter.

Years ago, after father's scheme to break the curse was known, I... we made sure to collect and dispose all the vials he sold off on the market, and not to mention, the people who had conceived them were never able to give birth.

Humans could never carry our genes.

Horrifying reports of death flooded my office, and in the end, I couldn't do a thing to save them.

Not a single thing to spare their lives.

The guilt was tremendously overwhelming that overthrowing my father from the alpha's seat was not enough. It wasn't enough to bury the guilt over the death of innocent lives.

... and, '...Alpha! Target is on the move. Five minutes until arrival.'

The sudden message from a troop leader snapped me out of the throwback, and I steadied my stance, overlooking the wharf and the men in position from shadow.

Tik tok tik tok.

And there was the piercing of fog above water.

No embodiment was seen. No physique nor spirits were detected, only nature showed its way as the water surface parted and rippled amid the darkness.

'Moon Goddess save us,' Someone prayed, and he was not wrong about that.

The fallen rays were refracted in the air, amid the nothingness, and for us, werewolves, who had been hunting them for the past years, had known the fact that these traders were to beacon with.

As for, they have bloody red eyes and fangs protruding from their pale lips.

...

3:00 AM - Atlas Vineyard Dock, Wales

My teeth were clenched the whole time as I willed the wall from falling on top of us.

Carefully reaching my arms out towards the child trembling, sitting on the corner wall, I gritted my teeth and slithered an inch, but the wall, the tremor dropped debris onto us and I feared the top which was above the child might crumple and squash him.

"Hey kid, come here will you?" Still with a hand reaching out.

The kid seemed unbothered despite all the chaos rampaging around us.

His knees were brought tightly to his chest and his head was down with curly black hair covering the entire head, blocking all sights of the need to see Teal Eyes.

"Kiddo... Hey, kiddo..." I gritted my teeth and steadied my hold, "Kiddo!"

Damn it.

'North! A little help here, will you?' Shouting inwardly, North grunted and countered, 'Just shift, will ya. I will take over from there. The kiddo and this chaos will end in a blink of an eye.'

'Not a chance. The kid will freak out-'

Before I could refute further, a quake sent a crack above the wall. I withstood and needlessly delayed, "North!"

'See. It's faster if we do it my way,' North howled as we shifted, switching places, and I retreated to the windows of my mind, surrounding my peripheral form.

Just as North implied, he destroyed the wall in a blink of an eye, and instead of facing the battle erupting ahead, his head turned to face the child who finally lifted his head.

Crystal clear tears rolled down the puffy red cheeks, glossing the teal eyes.

My eyes.

'Pup,' The single word from North was enough to confirm that the child is indeed... ours.

Just as North stepped towards the child, a chill ran through our spine, and we leaped, covering the child with our body as a piercing pain sliced through our skin and flesh, hitting and stopping until a crack resonated in our ears.

North howled and snapped his head around, but the shooter was out of sight.

'Alpha!'

'Fed!'

'Alpha Clyde!'

Nothing or no one was visible in my sight despite the advanced vision, and amid the bloodbath settling down, the shot was either meant for me or for the child.

Damn it.

Wolves leaped out, hunting, but on my third breath, my heart burnt like fire.

Taking over my body, I forcefully shoved North back, and bent to my knees, fully naked where cold smashed against my skin and the pain spread like wildfire through my veins.

Rasping over the difficulty of breathing, "H-Hey."

More tears leaked from the glassy eyes, and I ran my thumb over his cheek, wiping the tears, but dirt smudged the blushy cheeks. "Sorry... I... dirtied... them... instead,"

I chuckled, and my knees hit the floor.

Soft sobbings hit my ears when my head laid on the child's chest. Inhaling his sweet raspberry and honey scent filled my lungs, and for the first time since forever, I yearned to have it all.

I longed to be enveloped by such warmth.

'Is this... how we are going to die?' I jokingly said to North, and his silence was dreadful.

Deadly scarier than the time he ignored me.

Am I dying?

Huh?

Funny to think that I will die the moment I meet my son? To think that I am able to meet one, no, to even have one was a dream so far away that I never dared to dream it off.

"U-Uncle?" The child called me so, and it was ticklish despite my blurry senses.

"H-Hi... Son."

My voice failed me and so did my vision.

If only he would call me... 'Dad...'

Everything turned dark. So dark that I felt my body drowned in a pitch black swamp, pulling me to the bottom where an endless ground was nowhere to be seen.

The heat from before flickered in and out.

Just as my back hit a solid surface, my entire body burnt like acid and lava were poured simultaneously, replacing the blood in my veins and flowing while burning my flesh.

I wanted to scream.

In desperate need of help, to splash me with coldness, with ice water or even a tiny bit of soothingness.

Help me... Help us.

Somebody, please help us.

I could feel North taking over our body, hitting the ground barefoot and hitting and scratching whatever that was in the way. Dirt was never a problem.

It was a neutral ground.

What felt like a useless plea strayed longer and helplessly, I gave up. Stopped the plea. Stopped the run. Stopped my breath.

Or so I thought until a strand of light shimmered within the swamp, dropping onto my face.

One by one, strands like silk befallen and smothered my burning skin, and it was not long until they tangled and pulled me up along the slimy slick tension in the air.

What felt so heavy turned light as I emerged.

"Tch," The clicking of the tongue snapped my heavy eyelids apart, and I came to a blurry facade of bewildered eyes of luster-raven, batting the thick and heavy eyelashes.

"What a pervert..." The lulling cursing melted my ears.

Warm hands tapped my chest, and I fell back into the darkness, but it wasn't as fearful as before.

It was serene, and I felt every moment of the drop where my eyes were laid on the parting dastard, or so I thought, until North came back howling in delight.

'Mate,'