Page 62 of Denied By the Alphas

I looked back one last time, searching for Logan and the rest.

My breath caught when I saw them squaring off against Henry, their feral snarls echoing through the space. Blood dripped from Tyler’s shoulder, staining the white carpet.

Tyler glanced back at me, only to be bitten on the neck by Henry when he was distracted.

“No!” I screamed. Even though I didn’t like Tyler, I didn’t want him to die because of me.

“We need to leave,” Jaxon grunted, rushing toward the door.

“Please let them be okay,” I whispered, my grip on Jaxon tightening as we sprinted down the hallway, away from the violence.

“Tyler and Logan are strong. Don’t cry, hun,” Jaxon reassured me, his voice filled with determination to save me. My chest tightened with fear as tears streamed down my face.

“But what if they don’t make it?” I said, my heart pounding. My worst fear of losing my entire pack washed over me. I would raise this baby alone with Jaxon. But if Henry survived, he would go after Jaxon next.

And I would be left vulnerable.

“They’ll make it, I promise,” Jaxon said, his voice unwavering.

As we fled Henry's mansion, the sounds of snarls and shattered glass faded behind us. All I could cling to were Jaxon’s words, but I couldn’t shake the sinking feeling inside me.

chapter 25

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Carmen

The rest of the Alpha Compound was alive with chaos as people were alerted to what was happening. The clamor of the crowd rang in my ears as Jaxon carried me through the commotion. Werewolves and guards loyal to Henry rushed past us, their expressions a mix of shock and urgency at the audacity of the attack.

They didn’t even glance our way as they hurried into the mansion to save their leader.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, my chest heaving with each breath. Fear constricted my heart as tears streamed down my cheeks. My alphas weren’t safe at all right now. “We need to go back! Logan and the pack…”

“They can take care of themselves,” Jaxon replied gruffly, his hazel eyes meeting mine for a moment before turning back to the path ahead. His naked body moved fluidly, muscles rippling beneath his tattoo-covered skin as he sprinted down the street—a familiar sight for an alpha after shifting.

“This is so horrible,” I cried, panic rising within me at the number of loyalists supporting Henry.

“Helping you is my priority right now,” Jaxon said tersely,his jaw set. His silence about the situation infuriated me, but there was something in the depths of his eyes that revealed his own fear.

“Where the hell are we going to go now?” I asked. The only refuge I could think of was my small apartment or my mother’s home.

“You will stay at our pack house,” Jaxon replied, continuing to run through the streets as if carrying a heavily pregnant omega didn’t faze him.

Taking deep breaths, I watched the streets blur by while people raised the alarm. A large group of werewolves brandished a black and red flag—one that wasn’t Henry’s. They rushed toward Henry’s mansion, shouting about his downfall.

Hope surged in my heart that Logan and the pack would at least have some backup.

Jaxon continued running without pause until we finally reached a quiet street lined with sizable pack houses.

As Jaxon carried me through the gated entrance of a grand estate, I couldn't help but stare at the two life-sized ostrich sculptures that flanked the front door.

The sprawling white mansion loomed before us, illuminated by soft golden lights that framed its ornate architecture. A marble fountain featuring a howling wolf dominated the center of the circular driveway, surrounded by meticulously manicured gardens.

“Is this the house?” I asked, my anxiety still lingering at the edges of my mind. “It’s beautiful.”

Jaxon shifted me in his arms, glancing down at me. “Yes.”

My heart clenched, and I bit my lip. I remembered Tyler’s claim that he was my alpha now. Jaxon quickly opened the door using a code and locked it behind us.

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