And the fight began.
The first Beta wolf lunged—fur bristling, fangs bared.
Khai met him midair with a thunderous crash, slamming him into the marble floor with bone-snapping force. His jaws locked around the wolf's shoulder, tearing through flesh, then flinging the Beta into a dresser, shattering wood and splintering drawers.
Two more wolves came from the flanks.
Khai twisted, claws flashing. One he caught mid-leap, sending him sprawling across the satin-covered bed. The other he slammed into the vanity, the mirror shattering into shards, raining glittering fragments across the floor.
Another Beta wolf—lean, quick—charged at Maya.
Too slow.
Maya ducked low, her dark fur blurring as she swept his legs and slammed him into the bedpost, snapping it clean in half. She pounced, claws carving deep across his back, blood spraying across Zeke's once-pristine carpet.
Ten guards had turned to wolves—but one by one, they fell.
Seven.
Then five.
The lavish bedroom—once fit for a royalty—was now a wreckage of torn drapes, splintered furniture, and bloody pawprints.
Maya moved feral grace guiding every strike. She bit into one Beta's leg, spun, and hurled him into the wardrobe, the heavy doors cracking with the impact. Another wolf lunged—Maya dodged and struck, slicing across his flank and sending him skidding across the floor, crashing into an overturned table.
But the air shifted. The growl that followed didn't come from the Betas.
It came from something far bigger. Older. Stronger.
From where Caius once stand now stood Khalil.
The Alpha's wolf form stepped in, nearly too large for the room. Silver-gray fur shimmered under the flickering light of broken sconces. His eyes burned—coal-hot with dominance.
He didn't charge. He strode—confident, unstoppable.
Then he lunged.
Khai met him, and the suite erupted into madness.
Two massive wolves collided in the center of the room, knocking over Zeke's bed. The four-poster frame snapped beneath their weight. They rolled, claws digging into silk sheets and tearing apart the mattress as they fought—teeth gnashing, bodies slamming into walls and scattering shattered furniture in their wake.
A table was crushed beneath Khalil's hind legs. A chandelier above rattled dangerously. The entire suite shook.
Khai fought with raw fury—for love, for his mate, for their unborn child. But Khalil… fought with brutal precision.
A feint.
A slam.
A devastating bite to the side.
Khai was pinned.
Khalil's massive paw crashed down on Khai's chest, pressing him into the broken floorboards. Khai snarled and thrashed, but blood spilled from his mouth and his body trembled.
Across the ruined room, Maya whimpered. Her black coat was soaked in crimson, her limbs trembling. She tried to crawl across the wreckage, but the remaining wolves formed a line between her and her mate. Snarling in defensive of their alpha
Then came the Alpha's final decree.
"Take her to the clinic. Get rid of the child."
Caius's voice cut like a knife.
Maya growled, staggered forward—
—but the air suddenly shimmered.
A swirl of violet light.
A pulse of arcane heat.
And in a flash, Milo appeared—cloak billowing, staff humming, cradling Rina's naked human form in his arms.
"I'm sorry I came too late," Milo whispered as he wrapped his cloak around her, shielding her from the cold and the eyes of those who dared look. His thumb gently stroked her blood-streaked cheek.
From across the room, Caius roared, primal fury shaking the walls. "Milorian!"
The warlock's head rose slowly. His eyes locked onto the Alpha, and the room shifted. The very air crackled with pressure, as if the universe itself held its breath. More reinforcement entered the room after hearing the commotion.
"Back down, dog," Milo said, his voice calm—but it echoed like a death sentence.
"How dare a warlock challenge me? In my own territory?!" Caius snarled not showing weakness or fear especially in the presence of his pack. "She belongs to my pack Milorian, put her down!"
Milo didn't blink. The magic coiling around him flared, forming glowing runes in the air—ancient, divine, untouchable. "She does not belong to you."
Caius shifted mid-charge, rage transforming him into a hulking, feral beast.He lunged—teeth bared, claws out, pure fury incarnate.
But Milo was already rising, one hand still holding Rina close, the other lifting his staff.
A flick to the right—Caius was flung into a marble column.A flick to the left—his body slammed into the bedframe, shattering it.Up. Down. Crack. Crash.
With the last motion, Milo thrust his staff forward—
And Caius's body exploded through Zeke's gilded window, glass raining into the night.
Standing at the shattered frame, cloak billowing, Milo looked down upon the crumpled Alpha below.
"You're a thousand years too young to challenge me, dog," he spat. "Touch what's mine again—and I'll bind every soul in your bloodline to serve as my familiars."
He turned, pressed a kiss to Rina's brow, and then—with a thunderous crack of magic—he vanished just as fast as he appeared.