Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

Chapter 151

Standoff

Standoff

Third POV

Bram focused his sharp eyes as he scanned the Shadowfang perimeter where he had run to in the north. He had cradled Tamara close to him. The pup was crying

constantly and he was getting impatient.

She was so small and so vulnerable that it was a perfect leverage. He was going to take her to his hiding place in the human town, and then trade her with Auren. Simple. He had nothing to do with the pups. Lucien could keep them. As long as Bram was concerned, it was a fantastic idea. A win-win situation.

He knew that the Shadowfang warriors were scattered. Mo

of

on the southern border, fighting off the Alphas who had launch them were focused

their attack. He

for him for his

few patrolling guards here and there in

could use that.

how to get out. He took out scent-masking herb from a small pouch in his slacks, crushed it in his palm and rubbed it against his clothes and a little over Tamara. The powerful scent Tamara. The powerful

carried Auren's scent. He didn't care what would happen after Auren came to him for her

water kept her soft cries muffled. He came across a narrow bend of the stream, crossed it, and moved as fast as possible into the forest. Luckily, he didn't come across any of the warriors. He stayed hidden under thick foliage for a few minutes, scanning, listening carefully. Though he could hear occasional cries of the battle, there were no warriors on

northern side.

kept moving until he came across a path that he remembered, and which led to a secluded cave.

Standoff

crunch of leaves underfoot. The human town was only a few hours away, but he was going to wait before going there because

the wall. He didn't have the time to rest for now. He took out the baby formula from his bag. Adding water, he made the milk out of it and then gave it to Tamara in a bottle he had bought. She took it greedily. As he fed her, he tipped his head up, resting

pup. She was his liability only until Auren was his again. Even though he knew that he couldn't afford to relax, sleep overcame fast. As soon as Tamara finished

market, he poisoned the ones he got using every

cry echoing through the cave woke him up. He got up groggily,

for her and fed her, holding gently as she drank it greedily. As he held her, he couldn't help smiling. What if the pup was his? He chuckled, brushing her soft hair. Then he inhaled her scent but his nose crinkled. "You've made a mess, little wolf!" he