Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

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Everything happened so fast; one minute I was in a ton of pain that I could barely wrap my head around it let alone function, and then the next thing I knew I was seeing Elliot falling to the ground. I was seeing nothing but red; I didn't care about the pain or the flashes of light in my vision, all I cared about was Elliot. I could feel something stirring so deep inside of me that it took me by surprise. I wasn't sure what it was until I felt it surging through me and giving me way more strength than I thought I could have at this moment. The fighting around me was loud and I could smell the scent of rogue in every corner. I knew some of them weren't actually rogues, but because of the spell Scott had cast, the very spell that was draining me of my powers, they had all gone mad.

Nobody was in their right state of mind, and I knew it wasn't just our pack that was affected. Scott was using my magic to cast this spell, and I was feeling weak, but the energy surged through me when I saw Elliot hitting the ground.

The mark on my neck throbbed with pain because my mate was dying. The pain drowned out all the other pain that I felt from the full moon. The dagger was in Scott's clutches, dripping with Elliot's blood. Scott was laughing and his wolves were howling in victory because they finally killed the Alpha. "Storm the packhouse!" Scott ordered his men. "Find that witch and kill anyone who gets in the way!!"

They all howled in agreement. My eyes flickered over to the woman standing with some of the other rogues. She had a gun in her hands, and she was pointing it at a small group of packmates. They weren't fighters, but I could tell they were desperate to help their Alpha. Shirley.

She was keeping them hostage and she looked as deadly as ever. Her clothes were torn, and her hair was a mess. My stomach twisted at the chaotic look in her eyes.

When she saw me looking at her, a smirk played on her lips. Before I could grasp what was happening, she pulled the trigger and one of the wolves she kept hostage fell to the ground in a pile of his own blood. I screamed for him; I didn't know him, but I knew he was part of our pack. He was innocent and didn't deserve to die.

One by one, she killed each and every one of them.

My eyes found Elliot's once again; he was watching. He was still alive, but barely. His heart was still beating, but barely, His breath was rigid, and his body trembled as he fought to stay alive. The scratch on his bare chest was growing wider and deeper. It had to do with the dagger; the magic of it was doing something to him. He was turning grey, and his eyes were becoming lifeless.

He tried to speak my name, and I knew it wouldn't be long before his life was taken from him. Fury like no other broke through me; I ignored the fresh wave of pain that coursed through my veins. Luca and Leo were struggling for their lives, trying to fight off the rogues, but it was no use.

Scott turned away from Elliot as if

he was nothing more than a bug that he had just squashed and before I knew what was happening, I was lunging at him. I used every last bit of strength in my body to reach him. Nobody expected it to happen, so they took their eyes off me, but my wolf surged forward. I hadn't fully shifted, but I could feel her, she was there, and she was pissed that our mate was hurt. She wanted revenge, she wanted blood. She gave me the last of her strength and

I managed to get to my feet and

jump at Scott before he even saw me coming.