Alpha Hayley’s Destined Mate: Chapter 577 – His Voice Quivered with Fear
Hayley’s POV:
Jonah stood frozen, his body rigid with shock and pain, his shallow breaths coming in sharp gasps. Seeing him like this, I couldn’t help but think he deserved every ounce of the torment he was experiencing. A person like him didn’t even need my wolf, Hera, to take him down. He was already beyond saving.
“What’s the matter?” I taunted, my voice laced with disdain. “You’re a Beta werewolf, and this is all you’ve got?”
Jonah’s rage surged, and he desperately tried to shift into his wolf form, but despite all his efforts, his wolf refused to answer his call.
“What did you do to me?” his voice quivered with fear, his eyes wide with terror.
I offered him a calm, almost satisfied smile. “You won’t be able to call your wolf for a while.” The poison from the witch’s toxin was especially effective on wolves below the Alpha level.
Jonah’s panic deepened as he frantically began shouting orders to the rogue wolves around us: “You—attack! Rip off the guy’s legs, and tie the woman up! I’ll handle them myself once I get back!”
Before he could even finish his orders, the rogue wolves let out a collective howl and charged toward Benjamin and me.
“Wait!” Benjamin barked, pulling me tightly to his chest as his voice cracked like a whip. His Alpha command alone halted the Rogues in their tracks, freezing them momentarily.
Benjamin scanned the surroundings quickly, then opened the trunk of the car and practically shoved me inside.
“Stay here, Hayley. Wait for me,” he said, his tone firm and unwavering.
I hesitated, catching the malicious glances of the Rogues, but finally spoke up, “I can help you.”
Benjamin flashed a small, reassuring smile. He placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezing gently. His gaze softened, filled with affection, and his voice dropped to a tender whisper, “I’m an Alpha. Don’t you have faith in me?”
The tension in my chest melted away, replaced by a sense of calm. I smiled back at him, reassured. “That’s not what I meant. I just want to help…”
“Stay here, and don’t worry. You’ll help me most by not making me worry about you,” Benjamin said earnestly. His words had a way of softening my resolve, and though I wanted to argue, I couldn’t bring myself to. I nodded and climbed into the car. He handed me his jacket. “Hold this for a moment.”
“Okay,” I said, nodding again as I accepted the jacket from him.
With the car door clicking shut behind me, Benjamin transformed into his wolf form, Lawrence, instantly. Lawrence’s large, imposing figure turned to face the rogue wolves. His crimson eyes blazed with an unyielding intensity, and the air around him grew thick with the promise of violence. He let out a deep, menacing growl that reverberated through the night, a sound so powerful it felt like the earth itself was trembling.
The scarred Rogue in the front lunged at him, teeth bared, but Lawrence was faster. In a single, fluid motion, he sank his fangs into the rogue’s throat, ripping through flesh with brutal finality. The remaining Rogues hesitated for a moment before charging, but Lawrence met them head-on, moving with deadly precision.
For every wolf that attacked, Lawrence retaliated with overwhelming force, his strikes sharp and unforgiving. One by one, the rogues fell, either dead or incapacitated. Soon, half of them lay lifeless on the ground, while the others hesitated, exchanging wary glances, unsure if they should press on.
Lawrence didn’t give them the chance to reconsider. With a savage snarl, he attacked again, cutting through them with ruthless speed. Every strike was a lethal blow, and each one was more merciless than the last. Before long, all the rogue wolves were lying motionless, their bodies scattered across the ground in a bloody heap. Only Jonah remained, barely holding onto his sanity.
The scene was a grim one—bodies sprawled across the earth, blood staining the dirt, a testament to Lawrence’s fury.
“Haha, Lawrence is incredible!” Hera cheered inside me, her voice filled with pride. “He’s truly our destined mate!”
I smiled, watching Lawrence stand tall and victorious, his chest rising and falling with exertion. He was magnificent.
The battle over, Benjamin regained control of his body, and his Alpha presence still radiated through the air. He casually began unbuttoning his shirt, each movement slow and deliberate as he walked toward Jonah, who was now slumped against the car, barely able to stand from the pain.
When Jonah saw Benjamin approach, his face twisted in fear. He gritted his teeth and, shaking with terror, grabbed the nearby baseball bat, raising it weakly in a last-ditch attempt to defend himself.
“Stay back!” Jonah screamed, his voice full of panic.
“You touch me, and my mother will ensure the Southwell name is erased,” he shrieked, his voice growing more frantic with every word. “Your entire Midnight Pack will be wiped off the map!”
Before he could finish his threat, Jonah’s face contorted in agony, and with a high-pitched screech, he collapsed to the ground, clutching at his lower body, his cries of pain echoing in the air.