CHAPTER ELEVEN

Alex’s POV

(…a sour wedding)

A large circle of disorganized crowd formed and Alex struggled to have a glimpse of the source of the fearful cry.

“No!”, a woman screamed, this time, he was certain he heard his mother. He ran to the scene and manipulated his way towards the center of the event. He was shocked to see the helpless figure of the Alpha jerking vigorously on the floor.

The guards, including Charles dispersed the crowd and cleared the way as Alex assisted in pulling him back up to his feet.

“Get the doctor!” Alex yelled as they approached his vehicle.

“Party’s over. Every one go home”, a voice spoke into the speaker behind them as Alex drove out of the place with the Luna at the backseat with the dying Alpha.

Alex was overwhelmed with fear as he drove past the escort vehicles that were supposed to lead the way.

“Please, hold still”, the Luna whimpered. There was a mild traffic in front. Alex honked multiple times, yelling “Get out of the way”. The escorts behind came to his