Page 79 of Rejected By The Alpha Heir

I stop, my heart pounding in my chest. It’s the alarm.

They know we’re here.

Quickly, I shift back and grab my clothing from the small bag my father has carried. We all dress and hurry toward the winding road that leads to the Highland Pack village.

Three guards meet us at the gate.

“You’re in the wrong place, Nightwing,” one snarls, his eyes flashing yellow.

“I’m here for Alpha Paxton. Get him. Now,” I respond, standing tall. The Alpha authority in my voice makes the smaller man flinch.

“I’m here, Fletcher. Stand down.”

I peer around the guard and see Alpha Paxton strolling up to the gate with Sylvie on his arm.

“Alpha Austin, what brings you to our gate this time of night?” he asks with a sneer.

Sylvie is staring at us with a malicious grin, and it makes my hackles rise.

“Your men attacked us and stole one of our young. We want her back.”

Sylvie scoffs, and Fletcher laughs as he turns to his compatriot and elbows him in the ribs.

“There’s no proof of that,” Alpha Paxton says smoothly.

“Perhaps your daughter ran away because she was so embarrassed to have been sired by such a weak Alpha,” Sylvie says snidely.

Yelena steps forward, her rage evident in her eyes. “We never said it was our daughter who was taken.”

Everyone freezes.

Alpha Paxton removes Sylvie’s hand from his arm and shoves her away from him.

“You stupid bitch,” he snarls. “You don’t talk unless Igive you permission.”

He raises his hand to her, but she ducks out of the way and runs off into the darkness.

“I know you have her. I will get her back, Paxton. One way or another,” I tell him, my voice low and threatening.

Fletcher and the other two guards growl a warning, but Paxton just smiles and steps forward.

“You’re too much of a rule follower to break the Code. So, no, I’m not that worried,” he says, silkily. “If you want her back, presuming I do have her, you could start by offering me the territory you promised me when you accepted the marriage contract. If you don’t, we’ll just keep the little Seer as payment. With her that young, she’s the perfect age to train into a useful tool for our pack.”

Yelena snarls, and Vincent steps forward, ready to jump into action, but I wave them off and instead beckon Paxton to come closer.

He saunters to the gate.

“Shouldn’t you be taking off by now?” he asks.

I hold myself back until he’s within reach. As soon as that smug face is close enough, I cock my fist back and let fly with a right hook, straight into his face.

“Nothing will stop me from getting my daughter back, you bastard!” I shout. “Not you, not your men, and certainly not the Code.”

As Paxton’s men rush toward us, I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my body. Vincent and I quickly take down the first few attackers, our years of training coming into use.

But then, more men start pouring out of the woods and I realize we are outnumbered.

Vincent gives a sharp whistle, and our own men start appearing from the shadows, ready for battle. I search for Yelena, worried that she will get caught in the crossfire. It distracts me, forcing me to dodge a punch from one of the Highland Pack men.

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