Reborn, Wicked, and Faree: The Mad Alpha’s Witch Mate Chapter 05
The escape was far more grueling than I had ever imagined.
Cassian had completely lost his damn mind.
He tore off his high–and–mighty facade and mobilized the entire Dark Moon Pack. He even crossed territory
lines to issue a top–tier bounty across every pack in the region. “Bring my Luna back. Dead or alive.”
To completely sever his sickening magic–tracking,
had spent three grueling days trekking across the wilderness, dangerously pushing my pureblood magic to the breaking point to sustain a forbidden blood–concealment spell.
At dusk on the fourth day, I stumbled blindly into the territory of the Blood Shadow Pack.
It was the only forbidden zone that could make a furious Cassian hesitate.
The Alpha of the Blood Shadow Pack was notoriously known as the “Mad Wolf.” Rumor had it that he was Bloodthirsty, entirely devoid of boundaries, and dared to openly mock even the High Council.
Bang!
A gunshot violently tore through the dead silence. A bullet laced with weaponized silver grazed my shoulder, blooming into a blinding spray of crimson,
1 let out a muffled grunt, dropping to one knee in the freezing, muddy carpet of dead leaves.
“Found her!” an excited, guttural growl came from a Dark Moon tracker behind me.
Three heavily muscled werewolves lunged out from the thick brush, fanning out to block any route of escape. The lead wolf sneered, his razor–sharp claws catching the cold moonlight.
Miss Selene, this little game of cat and mouse ends today. The Alpha ordered us to drag you back, even if we have to break your legs to do it.”
gritted my teeth and forced myself to stand. I desperately tried to summon a cluster of blue spellfire my fingertips, but only a few weak sparks of static flickered before dying out completely.
“Stop fighting it. You couldn’t even light a match right now,” the werewolf mocked, dropping into a predatorý crouch, ready to pounce.
In that exact second, the air around us grew suffocatingly thick without warning.
A potent, aggressively dominant scent of hard liquor mixed with the metallic tang of blackthorn and blood.
descended like a violent hurricane.
If Cassian’s cold pine scent was a suffocating cage of ice, this Alpha’s presence was pure, unadulterated wildness and ruin. It invaded the lungs without asking for permission, violently colliding with my inner witch instincts.
It wasn’t suppression; it was a dangerous, primal awakening.
The three Dark Moon wolves froze instantly. Their knees buckled against their will, slamming into the muddy ground as pure terror burst in their eyes.
“Putting your hands on my kind, in my territory. Have you Dark Moon dogs completely lost your damn minds?”
A lazy, raspy voice drifted from the dark shadows of the trees, practically dripping with unhinged, murderous intent.
I forced my head up.
A staggeringly tall man strolled out into the moon- light. His black leather jacket hung open, revealing
broad, muscular chest etched with a chaotic array of wild scars. Beneath a mess of untamed black hair Burned a pair of eyes like dark, piercing rubies.
Lorenzo. The “Mad Wolf” of the Blood Shadow Pack.
He didn’t even spare a glance at the trembling wolves. on the ground. His long legs carried him straight through the mud until he stood directly in front of me.
At such close proximity, the intoxicating scent of whiskey and heavy pheromones practically swallowed me whole.
He stared down at me from his towering height, his dark red eyes boldly and aggressively scanning my mud–and–blood–stained face, my torn leather jacket, and finally landing on my bleeding shoulder.
“A–Alpha Lorenzo…” The lead Dark Moon wolf’s voice shook violently. “This is a pack matter. She is our runaway Luna…
Luna?” A deeply magnetic, mocking chuckle vibrated in Lorenzo’s throat.
He suddenly leaned down, his massive frame radiating an overwhelming pressure. Without a sliver of hesitation, his rough, warm thumb swiped across my cheek, smearing away a streak of dirt and blood.
You don’t exactly look like an obedient little Luna waiting for the slaughter,” he murmured, his voice
low, gravelly friction against my ears. He arched a row, a dangerous, highly amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You look more like… a feral cat, claws out, ready to rip someone’s throat open.”
stared right back into his burning crimson eyes, feeling my own blood run uncontrollably hot. I didn’t flinch or look away. I met that gaze–one that felt like it could burn right through my clothes. “I’m a witch, Not a cat, and definitely not anyone’s property.”
Lorenzo locked eyes with me for two beats. A dark, scorching flame surged in his gaze.
“Exactly my kind of crazy,” he whispered.
The next second, the amusement completely vanished from his face. Without any warning, his body blurred into a shadow.
Crack!
Argh-!
There wasn’t even time for a full scream. A few sicken- ing crunches echoed through the woods as the three massive Dark Moon wolves had their necks snapped like fragile twigs. They were tossed aside like broken ragdolls into a distant pool of blood, instantly lifeless. Lorenzo slowly stood back up to his full height, dasually flicking the dirty blood off his hands before turning his attention back to me.
He took a step forward and extended a large, heavily scarred hand.
Gone was the murderous intent of a predator looking at prey. In those wild, untamable red eyes, there was only the raw, intense recognition of a kindred spirit.
“Well then, little witch,” he said, a wicked smirkcurving his lips. “Welcome to the Mad Wolf’s territory.”
I looked at his outstretched hand. Without a single ounce of hesitation, I reached out with my own bloodstained fingers and gripped it tightly.
The moment our skin connected, the scent of hard liquor and wild flames violently clashed and fused. Two equally feral, fiercely independent souls collided in the heavy air, sending a visceral, electric shiver straight up my spine.
There was no cold, calculating judgment. There were no suffocating, heavy chains of submission.
I could hear the frantic pounding of my own heart. I knew right then–I had found my true equal.