Rebirth Of The Cursed Breeder

Chapter 4: Hunter Aggression

Moments after the explosion, I heard a commotion outside, loud shouts for help. Curiosity got the better of me, and I stepped out to see what was happening. The stranger man was still standing where I'd left him, but he was facing away from me, as if he was watching for an unseen enemy.

"Get inside!" the stranger man commanded.

"What do you mean? What's going on?" I tried to get closer, but in a flash, I heard Diavo scream from inside the cottage. My heart plummeted. I rushed back inside and saw several men, clad in red, entering our cottage, holding Diavo hostage.

The stranger man followed me, his jaw clenched.

"Let him go!" he roared.

One of the men grinned, sharpening his gleaming blade. "Monsters shouldn't be allowed to live among humans, Elliot Blackbourne. You've been killing humans and hurting the people they love for far too long. Now it's your turn to feel the pain."

My tongue felt thick in my mouth as the man in red addressed the stranger man as Elliot Blackbourne. I'd only ever heard that name in whispers, from the girls in the Darkstar Wolves pack, who spoke of him as a Lycan, a being as powerful as a Mighty Goddess.

And yet, here he was, caught in a shocking twist of fate, linked to me, to Diavo's existence.

"Let my son go! This is between you and me, not with my innocent son!" Elliot's roar sent a shiver down my spine.

The man in red threw back his head and laughed, then pressed the blade against Diavo's throat. I screamed, my voice raw with terror, and lunged at the man.

Before I could reach Diavo, a heavy boot slammed into my gut, sending me sprawling to the floor. Pain exploded in my chest, a searing agony that stole my breath. I gasped, clutching my stomach as blood welled up in my throat.

Elliot watched, his face a mask of fury. His eyes blazed with a raw, primal rage that sent a chill down my spine. He lunged forward, his body shifting and contorting, his muscles bulging beneath his clothes. In a flash, he was no longer a man, but a beast.

A massive grey wolf, its fur bristling with power, stood where Elliot had been moments before. His eyes, glowing with an eerie blue light, locked onto the man holding Diavo.

The man in red, his laughter cut short by the sudden shift, stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear. He tried to raise his blade, but the wolf was already upon him, a blur of grey fur and sharp teeth.

The fight was over in seconds. Elliot, a whirlwind of fury and power, ripped the man's weapon from his grasp, tossing it aside with a snarl. He slammed the man to the ground, his teeth sinking into the man's throat.

The other men, their faces pale with terror, scattered, their weapons clattering to the ground. Elliot, his eyes still burning with rage, turned his attention to the remaining man, the one who had kicked me.

The man, his face contorted with fear, whimpered, "Please, I didn't... I didn't know..."

But Elliot didn't hesitate. He lunged, his teeth sinking into the man's arm, a horrifying, guttural growl escaping his throat. The man screamed, his cries echoing through the cottage.

Elliot, the Mighty Goddess, the Lycan who had been whispered about in hushed tones, was a force of nature, a whirlwind of fury and power. He was a protector, a warrior, a force to be reckoned with. And he was mine. My second chance in my second life.

I coughed again, a thick, dark stream of blood staining my lips.

"Mama!" Diavo's cry brought me back to reality. He ran towards me, his face etched with worry. "Mama, are you alright?"

"It's okay, sweetheart, don't cry," I said, quickly wiping away his tears.

The men in red had fled, their cries of fear echoing in the distance. Elliot, his form shifting back to human, stood over me, his face a mask of concern. He knelt beside me, his touch gentle as he brushed a stray strand of hair from my forehead.

"Letitia," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'm so sorry. I should have been here to protect you."

His eyes, the same blue that had glowed in his wolf form, held a depth of emotion that I'd never seen before. It was a look of regret, of love, of a fierce protectiveness that made my heart ache.

"I'm alright," I whispered, my voice weak. "Just a little shaken."

But I knew, deep down, that I wasn't alright. The pain in my gut was excruciating, and the fear that had gripped me since the explosion was still raw.

"You need to see a doctor," Elliot said, his voice firm. "Now."

He scooped me up in his arms, his touch surprisingly gentle. He carried me out of the cottage and towards the clinic, his movements swift and sure.

As he carried me, I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. In an instant, I could smell Elliot's pheromones, stronger than any scent I'd ever encountered.

"Uncle Harvey, please treat Mama's wounds!" Diavo cried as we entered the clinic, the place in chaos as the dance festival had been abruptly shut down, leaving many in a state of shock.

Maru gestured to Elliot, who was shirtless, to take me to the examination room. He examined me quickly.

"What happened to you, Letitia? Your injuries… they seem to be internal, and quite severe," Maru said, his face etched with worry.

"Auntie Maru, please heal Mama!" Diavo seemed panicked, echoing Maru's concern.

Maru patted Diavo's shoulder, urging him to calm down. "Calm down, mate. The gentleman should be tending to those wounds as well. There's Doctor Harvey in the next room. I'll let you know how Letitia is doing once I've finished examining her."

Maru's examination was thorough, but as he probed deeper, my pain intensified. My vision blurred, my breathing grew shallow, and a cold sweat broke out on my skin.

"Letitia, can you hear me?" Maru asked, his voice laced with concern.

I tried to answer, but my voice was a mere whisper. My head swam, and the world around me began to spin.

"She's fading," Elliot said, his voice a low growl. "She needs help."

"I know, I know," Maru said, his brow furrowed with worry. "But I need to assess the damage first."

"Just do it!" Elliot snapped, his voice laced with impatience. "She's losing consciousness."

I felt myself slipping away, the darkness closing in around me.

"Mama!" Diavo cried, his voice filled with terror.