Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

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.

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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!”

let out a collective howl and charged toward Benjamin

cracked like a whip. His Alpha command

the trunk of the car and

Hayley. Wait for me,” he said, his tone

of the Rogues, but finally spoke up, “I can help you.”

flashed a small, reassuring smile. He placed his

with affection, and his voice dropped to a tender

tension in my chest melted away, replaced by a sense of calm. I smiled back at him, reassured. “That’s not what

here, and don’t worry. You’ll help me the most by not making

softening my resolve, and though I wanted to argue, I couldn’t bring myself to. I

jacket. “Hold this for

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Voice Quivered with

I said, nodding again as I accepted the jacket from

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Benjamin transformed into his wolf form, Lawrence,

imposing figure turned to face the rouc wolves. His crimson cyes blazed with an unyielding

that reverberated though the night, a sound so powerful it felt like

but Lawrence was faster. In a single, fluid motion, he sank his fangs into the rogue’s throat, ripping through flesh with

remaining Rogues hesitated for a moment–before charging, but

his strikes sharp and unforgiving. One by one, the rogues fell, either dead or