Big Bad Alphas

Chapter 41

Alpha Kenn's tightening grasp causes my face to scrunch up in protest. My teeth clench, I whimper like

a hurt puppy, yet he continues to drag me away from the house and towards the tree line. The burn on

my chest throbs. I wonder what kind of monster it takes to be shot and to walk away fine.

"Let go," I seethe, attempting to yank my wrist from the cuff that is his hand, "you bastard! Where are

you taking me!"

Adrenaline brings my vocabulary to that of a sailor's.

"You piece of shit, you think you—"

"Please, darling," he groans, "resisting is not going to get you anywhere. You had your shot at me; you

failed, now let us move on."

"Move on?" I gape. "You have ruined everything I have. What have you done? Whose blood are you

wearing?"

"If it will shut you up, then it's not your mates. You know, you were much sweeter before—"

"My sister—did you hurt my sister?" I ask desperately. "Where is she? Where is Eric? Caroline? Lucas?

Please, I'm begging you."

Alpha Kenn glances back at me, noting my sudden obedience. "Well, if you're willing to cooperate, then

I suppose you have earned some information. We arrived almost—well I haven't been keeping track

really—but I'd say an hour ago. What have you been up to? What kept you so busy, Isabella? By the

looks of it, you've been crying, haven't you? All alone in the big house, all by yourself, such an easy

target—it's a little sad. No mate to protect you, though I do appreciate the extensive border protection,

that took down almost half of my men. Sadly, he does not protect his dear Isabella."

All of his words toy with me, making my knees wobble as we walk. "He protects me," I mumble, my

voice growing quieter with each word, falling into his trap.

"Oh, of course, he protects his dear mate, though, you are in my hold now, aren't you? I have seen

your mate, Isabella," my chin lifts up, "yes, he put up a good fight. Some of this blood is mine, not all of This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

it, but some. He got me good, but, not good enough."

My eyes trickle down to the wound below his ribs, directly on his side, most of it hidden from me. I have

begun to trail behind him again, his arm stretching only so far before he tugs me back beside him. My

feet get caught on rocks and roots as we enter the trees, nearly tripping as I struggle to keep up with

him.

"Where is he, my mate?"

Alpha Kenn glances back at me again, not enjoying the conversation topic. "I was your friend once, you

know. My mate—well, I would have run to her first—but Eric finds other things more important, no? I

mean, I did arrive an hour ago, an hour, Isabella. That is a long time to have your mate in a vulnerable

situation, and look what happened, the bigger," lies, "stronger, " lies, "more worthy Alpha snatched her

away." Lies!

I clench my jaw. "You're a liar, Alpha Kenn. A manipulator."

"Let's not become irrational."

A group of men are huddled up between the trees, and Alpha Kenn pulls me towards them. I start to

sweat, and I know my heart must be near an attack. The men look furious, fueled, blood-thirsty, some

coated in blood, their own or others. They are amused at the sight of me.

Alpha Kenn shoves me up against his chest, like a rag doll, and I frown at the metallic, iron stench

emitting off of his warm body. He latches onto me like a trophy and the crowd smiles and hollers with

victory, with pride. "I have retrieved my Luna," Alpha Kenn cheers to the crowd, like a newly wedded

King. "Where is my dear old friend, Alpha Tate?"

One man from the bunch steps forward, nearly naked, and my eyes roam around me, watching the

circling wolves. One, a large, dark brown beast, has black fabric between its teeth. Man against wolf,

how cruel.

"The Alpha is in holding. We've taken it upon ourselves to make use of his own cellar," the man informs

and my fists wad up. "Yusuf is dead."

Alpha Kenn seems somewhat distracted by Yusuf's death—a stranger to me, but he must have held

some importance to him.

Alpha Kenn swallows. "Take me to the Alpha," he directs, voice hard, cold, and smooth.

I have never been to the cellars, and I have never had a desire to go until now. Something so

depressing and frightening has never sounded so sweet.

A few men from the group travel with us. My eyes scan the area, searching for any of my pack

members, but I see none. Painfully, a few slain bodies in the distance meet my gaze, and I tear my

eyes away. What if one of them is Kendra or Caroline or... I cannot bare the thought. My heart is heavy;

it weighs in my chest.

We come up to an unfamiliar building, and I hear shouting inside. My mate, I hear him, I hear his voice.

The hands around my throat are loosening from the sounds; I can breathe.

Alpha Kenn brings me inside, and the shouting now holds meaning.

"Where is she! I swear to God if you touch her!"

Alpha Kenn walks forward, in front of a particular cell, leaving me in the hold of strangers. The cellar

reeks of rotting flesh, of death, and it creeps up my noise like a preview of what is to come. The air is

dense, wet, thick, and sticky.

A hand covers my mouth before I can shout back at him, though he catches the sounds of my muffled

pleas.

"Isabella?" Eric's desperate voice floods my ears like an answered prayer. "Isabella?" A thunderous

growl shakes the room and two rough hands grip the bars, squeezing almost enough to bend the silver.

His hands must be burning. I panic.

"Eric let go! Let go! I'm here!" I shout against the hand, but none of it seems audible.

Alpha Kenn's eyes swing back to me and he motions for me to come over. The strangers let go, and I

dash towards the hands, coverings them with my own, feeling the warmth spread throughout my body.

Our eyes connect and I pry his hands from the bars. "Let go, Eric! You're burning yourself!" His eyes

study me like a piece of art, and finally, I manage to get one to release. I take his hand and hold it to my

cheek. "I here, I'm okay, please let go," I breathe out, and his face comes to mine. I reach through the

bars, trying not to burn myself, and I wipe the hairs from his face.

"Isabella," he says so quietly and breathlessly, it sounds like a whisper.

"How did you get in there?" I mumble, rubbing my thumb along his cheek, utilizing every second.

"It wasn't easy," Alpha Kenn interrupts, yanking me back against him. Eric tenses and stands up

straight, his chest rising and falling, filling with rage. "It was a costly process. But to be in this situation

now replenishes all losses."

"You can't have her," Eric states harshly. "You can have it all, but you can't have her. Take the pack,

take my title, take whatever, except for her."

Alpha Kenn pauses, not expecting this.

"It means nothing to me. Take it. Have it all, except her. You can't have her."