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The Alpha King's Curse: Part Two
Bloodlines, Volume 2
L.G. Savage
Published by L.G. Savage, 2024.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
THE ALPHA KING'S CURSE: PART TWO
First edition. March 9, 2024.
Copyright © 2024 L.G. Savage.
ISBN: 979-8224761784
Written by L.G. Savage.
Also by L.G. Savage
Bloodlines
The Alpha King's Curse: Part One
The Alpha King's Curse: Part Two
The Alpha King's Fate
Phoenix Academy
Ava: Part One
Ava: Part Two
Ava: Part Three
Standalone
The CEO's Obsession
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Also By L.G. Savage
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Chapter 102
Chapter 103
Chapter 104
Chapter 105
Chapter 106
Chapter 107
Chapter 108
Chapter 109
Chapter 110
Chapter 111
Chapter 112
Chapter 113
Chapter 114
Chapter 115
Chapter 116
Chapter 117
Chapter 118
Chapter 119
Chapter 120
Chapter 121
Chapter 122
Chapter 123
Chapter 124
Chapter 125
Chapter 126
Chapter 127
Chapter 128
Chapter 129
Chapter 130
Chapter 131
Chapter 132
Chapter 133
Chapter 134
Chapter 135
Chapter 136
Chapter 137
Chapter 138
Chapter 139
Chapter 140
Chapter 141
Chapter 142
Chapter 143
Chapter 144
Chapter 145
Chapter 146
Chapter 147
Chapter 148
Chapter 149
Chapter 150
Chapter 151
Chapter 152
Chapter 153
Chapter 154
Chapter 155
Chapter 156
Chapter 157
Chapter 158
Chapter 159
Chapter 160
Chapter 161
Chapter 162
Chapter 163
Chapter 164
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Chapter 83
It had been two weeks since Jackson had locked her in a room and disappeared.
And she knew he had disappeared because Faith, the only person she had seen in those two weeks, had told her so.
It was funny how nothing else seemed to matter just because her worry had taken her over. Her stronger hearing, eyesight, her messed up head... None of it.
It didn’t matter that she was somehow able to sit by her window listening in to all the conversations outside just because she wanted to hear any information about Jackson.
It didn’t matter that she had become so violent that she’d beat Amber up as if it was nothing.
It didn’t matter that she could now see all the way to the gate and the guardhouse when she had seen nothing when she first arrived.
It didn’t matter that she was living among murderers.
It didn’t matter that when she sat by the window at night, she saw the glowing eyes in the woods. She heard the snarls. The growls. And she was becoming just like them just because she was living with them.
It didn’t matter that she could hear the soft footsteps of the wolf coming up the hallways and smell the food on the tray she carried.
Jackson was gone. And her world had ended.
The door was unlocked, and Faith walked in with her dinner. She was early. As always, the young wolf locked the door behind her before carrying the tray to the table, and then she turned without saying a word.
“Is there any news?” she asked. She had hardly spoken lately, so her voice was hoarse.
“I’ve told you not to keep asking me,” Faith said.
Faith was no longer friendly like she had been before. There were no warm smiles or stolen conversations.
“I need to know.”
“If you needed anything from him, all you had to do was ask. I don’t know why you had to destroy our home by being so selfish,” Faith said, walking towards the door. “Breakfast will be late tomorrow, so I brought some sandwiches and fruits in case you get hungry.”
She was still being taken care of even though she was a real prisoner this time. The door closed firmly and then the key was turned. She sighed and looked back out of the window. The sun was almost setting and the full moon was already out. There were more people than usual for the end of the day out on the lawn, and the whispered conversations were about a run.
Was that a thing wolves did? Run together under a full moon?
That was something she would never really know because even if Jackson came back, he wouldn’t talk to her like he did before. Had she hurt him that much? Did he feel like she did? Like there was a hole where his heart used to be?
The lock turned in the door again, surprising her out of her thoughts. She hadn’t heard anyone else come up the stairs after Faith. Could it be... Her heart rose to her mouth as the door opened, and then immediately crashed again when she saw who had walked in.
She turned completely from the window to look at the dark-haired man. His beard had grown and his green eyes looked tired. But he had healed entirely from the beating Jackson had given him. Jackson had snatched her up and dragged her back to the car, and he had driven it with the missing door back to the packhouse. They had left Dylan lying in his blood on the ground in the forest.
Dylan’s eyes were sharp as they met hers, and there was none of the coldness she was used to in them. He stood by the door for a long while without saying anything. She wasn’t surprised that she remained calm—she’d felt dead for weeks. Her heart was steady as she looked him in the eyes.
“Why did you do it?” he asked finally.
She turned back to look out the window without responding. Moments later, Dylan came to stand beside her and looked out into the yard, too.
“You’re going to have to stay away from the windows tonight in case you see something you shouldn’t.”
Something else, he meant. She knew he had been conscious when she had thrown herself between him and the red-eyed beast.
“Why did you do it, Layla?” Dylan asked again.
“Would you rather have died?”
“Jackson was right. I haven’t been good to you, and I did want you dead. You must have known that. So why did you save me?”
She sighed and walked away from the window to go and sit in front of her food. Even though she felt like shit, she had become rather ravenous lately. She didn’t want to think what that meant. She had no other pregnancy symptoms but...
“He told me you’re his only friend. And you did seem close when I met you at the hotel. I don’t want him to do something he’ll regret when I’m gone.”
Dylan folded his arms and leaned against the window ledge.
“I thought I was fixing things but made them worse,” he said quietly. “He ordered me to protect you with my life. I shouldn’t have tried to find a way around that. I owe you my life now, Layla. I will keep the promise I made to him.”
She paused in the middle of lifting the lids off her food.
“Why are you speaking as if he’s not coming back?”
“Because I don’t know if he will. He’s cut everyone off. I can’t reach him.”
She was sure he didn’t mean over the phone. He was openly discussing werewolf things with her when Jackson told her the knowledge was too dangerous for her to have.
But she couldn’t think about that when Dylan’s words hit her hard.
Why had she even wondered if Jackson felt the same? The first changes she had noticed in herself were her reactions to him. Sensing how he felt had become an everyday thing. She had known she had hurt him the moment she said those words that night.
The pain had been...
She put the lid back on her food, the pain at the forefront again.
“When did you know?”
She knew what he was asking, but for the first time since she arrived, she put all her trust in Jackson and everything he had taught her.
“Know what?”
“I know you saw him. You saw what he did,” Dylan said.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she answered calmly before she opened the food cont ainers and put some food in her mouth.
Dylan sighed and then pushed away from the window. He walked towards her and pulled something out of his pocket. Her phone. She dropped her cutlery and eagerly reached for it.
“I’ve saved my number there. Call me if you need anything,” Dylan said. “And try not to worry your sister. I can’t take you to see her because taking you past the gates is... It’s dangerous.”
There were too many missed calls and messages on her phone. Brit would have been going out of her mind.
But still, even that thought didn’t hurt her as much as the pain in her chest caused by Jackson.
“Do you need anything? More food, books? Movies?”
It was weird to see him being civil. She shook her head and put the phone down on the table. She couldn’t speak to Brit now, anyway. Her sister would know that something was wrong.
“Don’t try to come outside tonight. It will be dangerous,” Dylan continued.
And then he gave her a nod before walking to the door.
He was halfway there when he paused and then rushed to the window. His face paled, and his eyes flashed briefly.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“What’s happened?” she asked as she stood and walked to the windows, too.
Was it Jackson? Could he see him?
Dylan turned and pulled something else from his pocket. She was surprised when he put a set of keys in her hand.
“Lock the door behind me and hide. Do not let anyone but me into this room.”
“What’s happening?” she repeated, following him to the door.
“We’re under attack.”
Chapter 84
Layla opened the window and leaned out to figure out what was happening. There was something in the air pressing down on her. Fear and desperation. She recognised it only because she had felt it too much in the months she had been there.
All around her, she heard the sounds of fighting. Growls. Snarls. Yelps and whines. She heard the clinking of weapons and shouting. She heard children crying.
The gates had been open when Jackson’s people gathered at the front of the house, but they were firmly shut now. The fighting seemed to be beyond the gates, maybe in town. She didn’t know why she could hear that far, but the sounds brought her out of the depression she had sunk into the past two weeks.
People were dying. She could hear their gurgling as they took their last breaths, terrifying her, breaking her. She heard a girl scream and then nothing. As if her life had just been ripped from her.
Shock forced her to step back from the window and clutch her chest.
These were Jackson’s people, and he wasn’t there to protect them because of her. This was her fault.
She looked down at the keys she had gripped tightly in her hand. It was her fault, yet she was safe in the packhouse. It wasn’t right.
“Help! Help me!”
Layla leaned out of the window again and tried to focus on where the sound had come from. And when she saw it, her breath hitched, and her heart stopped beating. Two girls, no older than nine or ten, pounded at the gates, constantly looking behind them as if the threat was getting closer.
Something inside her pushed her to move before she could think too deeply about it. She unlocked the door and ran down the hallway and the stairs. Only as she was speeding towards the gate did she realise she was running faster than usual. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Her heart was now beating like crazy, and she felt invincible.
“Please, hurry,” one of the girls cried. “They took our father. Please help us.”
No one was in the guardhouse when she finally reached it, but after a few seconds, she worked out which button to press to open the gate. She rushed out to meet the girls as they ran inside.
“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” she asked as she quickly inspected the girls.
“I don’t know where our mum is,” the younger girl said.
The little girls trembled, and tears fell continuously down their cheeks. They reminded her so much of Britney that her protective instincts kicked in. She put her arms around them briefly and looked towards the sounds of fighting. The gate was still open and the commotion was getting closer. The hair rose on her neck, and goosebumps appeared on her arms at the vicious sounds. And the screams... Her heart cracked with each one.
“Run to the house and lock the door behind you,” she instructed the girls. “If anyone comes who you don’t know comes, don’t open the door. Just go and hide.”
The girls ran as soon as she released them, and then she turned her attention back to the gate. What could she do? These were clearly werewolves fighting; they would kill her instantly if she went out there. She didn’t even have a weapon.
She ran back into the guardhouse to look around and then breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the back wall lined with weapons. Knives, swords, guns... She’d never had any weapons training, so she knew she would probably hurt herself, but she picked up a small knife that she felt a little more confident with once she weighed it in her hand.
She was about to run back outside when she thought of the girls she had sent to hide. She couldn't leave the gate open. When she returned to the controls, she finally noticed the security screens at the side. There was fighting on every screen. Giant wolves lunging at each other and ripping each other apart. Men and women fighting with weapons.
Children... The children.
She couldn't sit and not do anything.
Among all the buttons on the control board in front of her, she saw a button to open the gate manually. She would still see if anyone tried to go inside if she stayed close enough to the entrance and could get to the kids in the house first if someone got too close.
Once again, something pushed her to press the button, and she ran out of the guardhouse to slide the gate closed. And then she let out a breath as she held the knife in front of her. The thought that she would probably die that night filtered through her mind but she pushed it away.
She knew she was being stupid. She was that idiotic girl that got in everyone’s way and got people killed. She knew everyone trained; it was why Jackson had kept her locked up so she wouldn’t see them. They were more experienced than her. They wouldn’t fault her if she stayed inside.
“The wards around the packhouse should hold. You’ll be safe once you get through the gates. Take your sister.”
A woman’s voice carried over to her from somewhere down the road. She squinted and saw a woman coming out of the shadows of the trees onto the road and handing a bundled-up baby to a boy who didn’t look old enough for such a big task.
“Come with us, mummy,” the boy sniffed.
“I have to get the others. I love you, Max,” the woman said. Her voice was breaking. She could sense the emotions the young mother was trying to hold in.
Without hesitating, she ran towards them.
“I’ll take them.”
The woman was startled for a moment, although she didn’t know why. From what she had learned, wolves had a strong sense of smell. They would have known she was nearby.
And that was another reason why this was a stupid idea. They would get her before she did anything.
“I’ll take them to the gates,” she insisted as she stuck the knife down the waistband of her jeans before she took the baby from the boy.
The mother only hesitated briefly before she kissed both children and then ran off towards the fighting.
“Take my hand,” she ordered the boy.
There was no time to fall apart now. A war raged around her; she couldn’t afford to make any mistakes. The moment they were inside the gates, she handed the baby back to the boy.
“Go and knock on the door. There are two girls inside who will open it for you. Be careful.”
Only when the boy started moving did she look at the gates. What did that woman mean there were wards around the house? Protective wards? Like witches and magic stuff? Was that a thing?
More screams echoed in the air, and she prayed with everything in her that it wasn’t the woman who had just left her children. She ran towards the screams. She didn’t know how, but she could easily pick up the direction it came from. The rows of houses sat between wooded areas, and she imagined that helped to hide the town if anyone looked from the sky. The screams were coming from those woods.
She pulled her knife out as she approached and kept her eyes open. The full moon didn’t really illuminate much under the trees, but she didn’t need it. Everything was so clear it might as well have been daylight.
