King Alejandro: The Return Of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

Chapter 75

75 When Hope Is Lost RAYHAN 

This was it…

I saw Mom and Uncle exchange looks, almost as if Uncle was trying to relay a message. I didn’t need to be able to read minds to know what was on his mind. The emotions in his eyes spoke louder than words ever could.

If there was any doubt that maybe Dante was wrong and this wasn’t going to happen, it now vanished. That exchange said it all. I saw the pain in Uncle’s eyes before he lunged at the Djinn, hatred and anger clear in his eyes as he roared. His aura radiated off of him. The Djinn intercepted him, knocking him back and roaring in an unearthly way, his fiery body illuminating the darkening skies.

“He will not be able to hold that form for too long, but it gives him enough time to find a new host!” Someone shouted.

Time was running out.

A clash of attacks were happening in all directions, and I took a moment to try to assess our next move.

‘When all hope is lost…’ 1 Right now, we were holding well…

When was the right moment?

And how was I meant to work with the one guy who hated me the most?

I looked over at Leo. His huge wolf was an impressive sight. He was truly an Alpha wolf. His brown fur that held hints of steely blue was matted with blood, but it did nothing to dull his power or magnificence.

A true beast that matched the Rossi’s, and deep down, I wondered if Dante was right. Would he really help me? Would he care if Mom was killed?

A shrill, painful roar left the Djinn’s mouth, the flames growing higher, and we were all thrown back. Liam had returned but even his power was doing nothing other than holding off the heal a little His aura raged around him powerfully as the Djinn lunged at him. Liam ducked, moving aside as he met him mid-attack

The Witches were doing their best and as I cut down another wolf, I felt the ground tremble beneath ine I cut down two more wolves, wishing they weren’t simply his puppets…

Puppets… Just like those under Endora…

Uncle’s words about some of the Sangue pack members still played on my mind, and I couldn’t forget the little boy’s cries of pain… Would he become another Leo? Would he hate Us? The situation was different, but…!

The smell of blood, burnt flesh, and smoke hung in the air. Soon all I could see was the black

smoke that was making it harder to breathe.

The Djinn was not being affected by anything. No matter how many times someone managed to touch him, it did nothing to injure him, but he was in turn burning those around him to death or close enough. My stomach twisted as I watched one of the Beta’s from another pack attack the Djinn, but the moment he made impact; he was burnt entirely. How the fuck do we get close? Or at least stop those who did manage to get close from dying instantly…

The ground beneath us erupted, throwing us back violently. A sharp rock hit my left flank and I was tossed to the ground like I didn’t weigh a thing.

Damn this.

flames, like black waves enveloping his body. So only Alpha-level wolves were able to get close and not die… That hacked down our numbers vastly, but it was obvious Uncle had clicked on too. ‘Get your men from beta rank and below to back off. Everyone is to hold the attacking wolves at bay! Alpha Blood and witches are to step forward!’

message to my

and fifteen more of Alpha

wolves. The witches were at the back, the sound of their chanting only

It felt as if we had cornered the Djinn as each Alpha blooded werewolf attacked him, with protective

beginning to struggle to block

flames and aura were diminishing. I jumped, swiping my claws across his face. His eyes filled with hatred as

for my

increasingly obvious that he wasn’t going to die. Every one of us who attacked was

blood, and I could see a heavy injury on his shoulder and neck. I growled in anger, running over to him and pulling him to safety. He was injured, but he

scream as Aunty Red was thrown in the

the Djinn stagger as he tried to regain himself, black smoke coming out of his ribs. His power kept steady but his rage was now directed at Aunty Red. He launched himself towards her, ready to tear her to shreds,

form, and I could tell he was weakening. Despite that he remained strong, commanding and assessing the situations. Always at

hissed in a voice that was not for

fear in those who heard it. His gaze was on Uncle, before he sank his claws into his shoulders. I felt an odd pulsating that I had felt earlier oozing off of him.

Fuck!

the flash of silver from the corner of my eyes as Darien

sensing me watching him, he turned his attention to me, our eyes

to do

broke into a run towards Mom, just as Marcel attacked the Djinn, causing leo to hesitate when he was thrown to the ground once again, a bloody

gaze upon Marcel. A shrill whistling hiss

was obvious the Djinn wanted him dead. I jumped in the way, growling ferociously. Leo needed to know we wouldn’t

saw him glance at his father before he ran towards

you can do

the Djinn but even though he was fighting back with one arm, he was still powerful. I saw Darien being knocked to the ground by an immense wave of power. The djinn’s

of them

Fuck

lithe. When she jumped, spinning in the sky, she was the perfect example of the Ahmar Qamar fighting

jaw around her waist, knocking her out of the air. I heard her gasp. She hadn’t been expecting an attack from one of our own. “LEO!

follow rules.” He growled, grabbing her arm and ripping the weapon from her grip. “Leo!” Her anger was palpable but Leo ignored her, holding her in a death grip before he turned to me and threw the dagger. I shifted back, Mom gasped just as the Djinn turned, realisation hitting him as he stared at the blade

“A Virgin Blade…”

Dante had used… A term I hadn’t heard from anyone before Dante… The fear in the Djinn as he slammed Leo and Mom to the ground before

have time… I have time…” The Djinn

down… Chris, Marcel… Uncle… They were

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