Chapter 28
The central arena — an old underground fighting pit beneath the city — reeked of blood, sweat, and ancient magic. We arrived at sunrise, engines cutting off in perfect unison. I slid off Ryker’s bike, the awakened curse burning steadily inside me, anchored through all five males. The third hybrid waited in the center of the pit. It was the worst one yet. Taller than Ryker, with a body that shifted between forms — sometimes wolf, sometimes man, sometimes something monstrous. Its eyes glowed with stolen pieces of all of us: Ryker’s golden intensity, the rogue Alphas’ predatory hunger, and fragments of my own power. It smiled with my own lips. “Mother,” it said, voice a horrifying blend of all the men I was bound to. “You made us. Now we came to complete the family.” Ryker stepped in fro
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