Two Alphas , One mate

Chapter 5: Conan’s Bloody Tantrum

I’m about to lose it, and Conan, my wolf, is already halfway out the door. Mia—my mate, the gingerbread-scented girl on that auction stage—is getting pawed at by a sleazy host in a purple suit, and the crowd’s eating it up. Her dress is in shreds, her face is pure panic, and I’m seeing red. Like, murder spree red.

“Hold up, Alex,” Jonas hisses, grabbing my arm. “You gotta play this smart.”

“Smart?” I roar, watching the host flip Mia onto her back like she’s a damn show pony. “They’re groping my mate! Smart’s out the window!”

Conan’s clawing at my insides, ready to turn this bar into a slaughterhouse. Derek and Jonas are strong, but I’m a ticking time bomb. “If they know she’s your mate, they’ll kill her,” Jonas says, all urgent. “They can’t sell her if she’s claimed. Buy her instead.”

He’s got a point, but every fiber of me wants to rip heads off. “Those bastards are dead,” I snarl, my voice shaking the room. Mia’s up there, scars on her legs, short dark hair a mess, and a clunky collar choking her neck. She’s human, fragile, and terrified. I need to get her out now.

“Son of a—!” Derek yells as the host starts talking about Mia’s body like she’s a used car. My vision’s blurring, Conan’s taking over, and I’m this close to going full werewolf horror flick.

“I’ll end them,” I growl, my hands twitching. “Every. Last. One.”

“Two hundred bucks!” Jonas shouts, jumping into the bidding to throw them off. Smart move, but I’m done playing games.

“Five thousand!” I bellow, my voice cutting through the noise. The host freezes, still gripping Mia, and I finally see her face. Big brown eyes, soft lips, a nose that’s stupidly perfect—she’s like a doll, even scared out of her mind.

Conan whines, stung, but I’m too pissed to process it. The host starts yapping at me, all smug, and that’s it. I grab his neck, squeeze until his eyes pop, and rip his heart out, tossing it like yesterday’s trash. The crowd gasps, and Mia’s staring at me, mouth open, tears brimming. Yeah, probably not the best first impression.

All hell breaks loose. A vampire lunges at me, fangs out. “What’s your deal, Alpha?” he snarls. I tear his head off and chuck it across the room. A wolf tries to bite me, and I yeet him into a wall. Derek’s in the thick of it, swinging fists like a pro, while Jonas is mowing down creeps and checking for other victims. It’s a bloodbath, and I’m loving every second.

Then I hear chains rattle. A vampire’s got Mia, yanking her collar and dragging her off. His hand’s creeping toward her chest, and she’s freaking out. “Back off, or she’s dead!” he taunts. “No touching for you!”

“You’re toast, leech!” I roar, ready to gut him. But then Mia—tiny, human Mia—grabs a shard from her dress and stabs his hand. The vampire squeals like a pig, clutching his smoking hand. Silver. Nice one, girl. I don’t waste time—I punch through his chest, yank out his heart, and he’s done.

“Nobody touches her!” I shout, probably sounding like a psycho. Mia’s about to bolt, but I grab her, pulling her close. “You’re mine,” I say, staring into those big eyes. Her skin’s soft, her scent’s driving me wild, and I’m losing it.

Then—ow, what the hell? Pain shoots through my arm. She stabbed me with that damn shard. “Seriously?” I yelp, yanking it out. Conan whimpers like a kicked puppy, all “Mate, why?” My heart’s cracking, but she’s kicking and thrashing, so I hold tighter, fixing her torn dress to cover her up. No way anyone’s getting a free show.

“Hey, Alpha!” a vampire yells, storming over with a pack of wolves and vamps. “You think you can trash our bar?”

“Hell yeah,” I growl. “New life goal.”

“All this for some chick?” another scoffs.

That’s it. Conan takes the wheel, and I’m just along for the ride. He’s a one-wolf wrecking crew—ripping out hearts, snapping necks, biting through anything that moves. Blood’s dripping down my face, my chest, my arm where Mia got me. I’m a mess, but I keep her tucked against me, shielding her from the chaos. These creeps saw her, touched her, talked about her like garbage. They don’t get to breathe anymore.

Conan’s leaving a trail of bodies—pools of blood, chunks of flesh, the works. Mia’s sobbing, clinging to me, and I’m pretty sure she’s passed out from the gore-fest. I can’t blame her. This is a lot, even for me.

“Alex, stop!” Jonas screams, dodging a flying limb. He plants a hand on my chest, trying to snap me out of it. “You’re going too far!”

“They touched her,” I snarl, Conan’s voice bleeding through. “They die.”

“King’s men are coming!” Derek yells, covered in blood and looking like he just starred in a slasher flick. “Chill, man. Your Luna’s out cold.”

Luna. My mate. I look down at Mia, limp in my arms, and my heart twists. She’s so small, so scared, and she fought like hell—even stabbed me. I stroke her cheek, her sigh barely audible, and Conan finally backs off. I’m me again, mostly.

“She’s a fighter,” I mutter, still stunned I found her. “But she’s terrified.”

“Who the hell did this?” a new voice barks. Warriors from King Maximus roll in, gaping at the c*****e. It’s a slaughterhouse—bodies everywhere, blood painting the walls. Oops.

“We’re on a king’s mission,” Jonas says smoothly, stepping up. “Just, uh, cleaning house.”

“You’ve got some explaining to do,” a warrior snaps. “And let the human go, Alpha.”

“Never!” I roar, clutching Mia tighter. “She’s my mate!”

“My mate!” another voice yells, and my blood runs cold. I whip around, ready to kill whoever’s trying to claim what’s mine.