Me And My Crazy Alpha

Chapter 3

Sophie’s POV

“Get your hands off my woman,” he growled, his voice low, deep, and terrifyingly calm.

The words had barely left his lips before the remaining wolves lunged at him in a frenzy of claws and fangs. For one breathless second, I thought they might overwhelm even him.

They were wrong.

He moved like violence incarnate. In the span of heartbeats, he tore through them with brutal efficiency. A savage twist of his wrist snapped one wolf’s neck. Claws slashed across another’s throat, sending a hot spray of blood across the stones. The third barely had time to scream before the stranger lifted him and crashed him down so hard I heard bones shatter. The fourth tried to flee, but a single powerful leap brought the tall Lycan down on him, ending the fight with a sickening crunch.

Who the hell was he?

From the raised platform, Elder Thorne Blackfang’s face twisted with fury. “Kill the traitor!” he roared. “He has no right to the girl! She belongs to the Claiming!”

But his order came too late. Most of the crowd had already scattered in terror. I noticed Venomfang had vanished like the coward he was, slipping away the moment the blood started flowing. The once bloodthirsty spectators now ran like frightened prey. This stranger wasn’t just an alpha—he was the devil himself walking among them.

The arena fell into a heavy, stunned silence broken only by the crackling of torches and the wet drip of blood. He stood in the center of the c*****e he had created, chest rising and falling steadily, dark red eyes glowing brighter. When his gaze finally locked onto me , he was still bound and exposed, but something darker flickered in those crimson depths. I could tell it’s lust, primal and unfiltered.

He stalked toward me, stepping over broken bodies without a second glance. My heart raced against my ribs as he reached up and sliced through the ropes with one sharp claw. The moment the tension released, pain suddenly flowed through my shoulders and wrists. My legs, numb from being stretched, buckled beneath me. I would have collapsed if not for his steadying grip.

We stood there for a long moment, eyes locked. His were intense, almost consuming. A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips, revealing the edge of a fang.

No. He was no different from the rest of them.

He reached behind his neck and pulled off the black tunic he wore, the kind favored by ancient warriors of Hablet, made of thick, dark linen reinforced with leather straps across the chest and shoulders for battle. The fabric slid away, revealing a body that made my breath catch despite everything.

He looked like a god carved from midnight and violence. Broad, powerful shoulders tapered into a heavily muscled chest and ridged abdomen, every line honed by years of killing. Scars, some old and others fresh and angry, mapped his skin like war stories. He was beautiful in the most terrifying way: perfect, lethal, and radiating both divine grace and pure evil.

A treacherous part of me wanted to reach out and trace those scars. I hated myself for the thought.

“Want me to claim you right here, mate?” he asked, voice rough and low, laced with dark promise. His eyes raked over my nearly naked body, lingering on my breasts and the curve of my hips.

Heat consumed my face, then anger and something far more dangerous. I shoved him hard with both hands. It was like pushing against a stone wall. My petite frame barely moved him an inch.

“I am not your mate,” I snarled. “And I won’t let you touch me, you beast.”

His smile only deepened, dark amusement flashing in his red eyes. “Feisty little mate. I like that.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” I snapped, trying to step back.

He didn’t argue. In one fluid motion, he bent down, gripped my waist, and threw me over his shoulder like conquered prey. My bare breasts pressed against his warm, muscled back as his strong arm locked around my thighs, holding me securely in place.

“Put me down!” I screamed, pounding my fists against his back with everything I had left. “Drop me, you monster! I’ll kill you if you touch me!”

He ignored every curse, every strike. His long strides carried us out of the blood-soaked square and into the shadowed woods beyond the city walls with terrifying speed. Trees blurred past us. The night wind whipped against my skin as he moved faster than any wolf I had ever seen, just like lightning cutting through darkness.

By the time he finally slowed, we were deep in the ancient forest, far from the howls of the city. A small, sturdy wooden cabin came into view, hidden among the trees. It looked old but well-built, with thick logs and a heavy door reinforced with iron.

He pushed the door open with his shoulder and stepped inside, finally lowering me to my feet. The moment my toes touched the wooden floor, I backed away until my spine hit the far wall.

“We are here, mate,” he said, his voice quieter now but still carrying that dangerous edge.

“I will never be your mate, you beast,” I roared at him. “I will not let you claim me. Touch me and I swear I’ll find a way to kill you in your sleep. I’ll—”

He moved faster than I could react.

One moment I was threatening him; the next my back was pressed against the rough wooden wall. He seized both my wrists in one large hand and pinned them above my head with humiliating ease. His massive body caged me in, heat radiating from his bare chest.

Before I could finish my next curse, his mouth crashed down on mine in a forceful, demanding kiss.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet but it was sweet.. SILLY ME!!!

I could feel his hunger for me, the way his tongue was sweeping inside as if he had every right to taste me. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he deepened the kiss, his free hand sliding possessively down my side, brushing the curve of my breast.

I tried to twist away, but there was nowhere to go. My heart raced wildly, then fear, rage, and a confusing spark of heat warring inside me. When he finally pulled back just enough to let me breathe, his dark red eyes burned into mine.

“You talk too much, little one,” he murmured against my lips, voice husky. “The mate bond doesn’t lie. You’re mine now.”

I glared up at him, breathless and trembling with fury.

“I hate you,” I whispered fiercely.

His smile returned but was dark, possessive, and far too confident.

“Good,” he said. “Hate me all you want. It won’t change anything.”

He still held my wrists captive above my head, his powerful body pressed against mine, the heat of him overwhelming in the small cabin. I told myself, I would look for a way to escape,even though he helped me,that doesn’t change the fact that he is also a beast like the rest of them.