The other Alphas kept retreating, their usual arrogance and penchant for trouble subdued by my frenzy, revealing rare signs of fear.
The youngest among them, trembling, pleaded in a quivering voice, âCaleb, calm down.
Donât be so impulsive!â
âYes,â another chimed in quickly.
âImpulsivity is the devil.
As the alpha of your pack, you must consider the consequences! Moreover, youâre already injured.
Fighting so many of us, youâre at a disadvantage, which could worsen your injuries.
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I let out a cold laugh.
What did these injuries matter to me when my belovedâs life hung in the balance?
Ignoring their pleas, I continued my assault, determined to deliver fatal blows and bring down as many as I could.
Realizing they couldnât dissuade me and left with no other options, they braced themselves and charged at me together.
âGood, very good,â Damien encouraged fearlessly.
âCaleb, wipe them out! They are responsible for Debraâs death.
None of them can be spared!â
Fueled by Damienâs words and my own hatred, I lost all sense of rationality.
Despite the numerous injuries I bore, I was unafraid of their combined attack and charged at them recklessly.
All that mattered was avenging Debra!
However, my rage-blinded assault underestimated my capabilities.
While hatred could lend strength, it did not grant invincibility.
Individually, I could best any of these leaders, but collectively, their strength was formidable-each an Alpha in their own right.
Moreover, I had been fighting intensely for a long time and had expended too much energy.
Faced with their relentless attacks and coordinated maneuvers, my resistance began to falter.
Consequently, under the combined assault of several Alphas, my movements grew sluggish, and my speed diminished.
Sensing my fatigue, an Alpha urged, âCaleb, just give up.
Even someone as strong as you canât take on all of us alone.
Besides, youâre clearly exhausted.
Continuing this fight will only weaken you further.
â
I sneered in response, âDream on! You harmed my beloved Debra, and Iâll fight to my last breath before I let you walk away unscathed!â
What if I couldnât defeat them?
Determined to avenge Debra, I was prepared for mutual destruction if necessary.
Then, a loud âbangâ of a gunshot pierced the air near me.
The sound momentarily halted my actions.
Following this, I heard a muffled groan from behind-it was the youngest Alpha.
Turning around out of both caution and curiosity, I discovered he had tried to sneak attack me during the negotiations but had failed.
He now lay on the ground, a bullet wound in his chest, his blood staining his clothes and pooling on the ground beneath him.
His eyes were wide with shock as he fell with a heavy âthud.
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