Free Web NovelChapter 115: Mad Monster II
[Third POV]
"Harper? Who is that?" A brief look of confusion entered Alpha Natan’s eyes as he stared blankly at Damon. Even with Damon’s hands wrapped tightly around his neck like a noose, he could not remember who on earth was this person.
Was it his charlie, or his woman?
Damon growled and tightened his grip even further, nearly causing Alpha Nathan’s eyes to pop out. He clawed desperately at Damon’s fingers, trying to get him to loosen his grip, but he would have better luck trying to destroy the fucking sun. Damon’s eyes continued to penetrate his soul.
"I don’t know who you’re talking about!" Alpha Natan wheezed out, trying to kick himself loose. His legs banged against the furniture, but Damon’s grip was iron. "Is Harper your charlie or your woman?"
It was then Damon realized he never gave Harper’s name out to Alpha Natan, and he never would. The thought of Harper’s name emerging from this slimy bastard’s mouth sent a torrent of rage and possessiveness flooding through him, and he slammed Alpha Natan back down against the table so hard it shattered immediately upon impact. freēwēbnovel.com
Alpha Natan’s ears rang shrilly, but he still managed to look up into Damon’s stony visage and laughed to himself.
"I see... It’s the woman..." Alpha Natan choked out.
Damon had not answered his question with words, then again, words weren’t necessary. There was only one reason an alpha would become so unreasonably territorial and aggressive― it was when their mate had been threatened.
"Harper is your mate? Has the famed Damon Valentine been shackled?"
Just the very thought sent Alpha Natan into peals of laughter, even as blood dripped down his temples and into his eyes and mouth. He licked his lips and smirked.
"Men, get her!" Alpha Natan yelled, and at that very moment, it was Damon who saw red even without blood getting into his eyes.
He let out a howl that chilled the spines of everyone who listened, a feat near impossible for a werewolf in human form, before lunging at Alpha Natan to beat him up with his bare hands.
Under the concentrated presence of silver in the surroundings, no one was shifting, but the fight was more animalistic than anything that happened in werewolf combat.
"Alpha Natan!" Ironclaw’s elite warriors could only watch helplessly as their beloved alpha was treated no better than an errant pup, scruffed at the nape and shaken and flung around like a chew toy meant for the dumpster. They knew they should be fulfilling his order, but their feet were rooted to the ground, as though someone had nailed them to the floorboards.
Alpha Damon’s aura was just too overwhelming that no one dared to take a single step towards or away from him. They just knew deep down if they actually tried to approach Alpha Damon’s fated mate, they would end up in front of the gates of hell before their own alpha died.
Alpha Natan cursed when he saw that his men were unmoving. Goddamn it, they had all lost their balls in front of this powerful alpha. When he got out of this mess, he would give them a strict lashing! For now, he had to make sure to survive.
"Alpha Damon, I surrender," Natan said weakly, making sure to lie on the floor as pathetically as he could, curling into a ball. "Please... it was only a joke between us men!"
"Jokes are meant to be funny," Damon said simply, before stomping on Alpha Natan’s nose. Natan screamed in pain, and Damon shrugged to himself.
He wanted to be funny, so Damon gave him a red nose. All clowns had red noses, and Alpha Natan’s nose was certainly red from the blood flowing out and the swelling.
"What are you waiting for? Shoot him!" Alpha Natan ordered with a weak croak.
By now, his entire face was a garbled art piece of blacks and blues, along with reddish swellings and flecks of blood decorating his skin. His body ached, as though he had been run over by a fifty-ton truck. He could not heal fast enough to undo the damage Alpha Damon seemed intent on doing.
His warriors roared and began shooting silver bullets at the man responsible for humiliating their alpha. Alpha Damon was powerful, but he wasn’t invincible, nor was he immortal. There was no way he could survive a barrage of silver bullets, and Ironclaw had enough to outfit an entire military platoon’s worth of rifles.
Alpha Damon would be walking out riddled with bullet holes, assuming he walked out at all.
Only for Damon to smirk and hold out his hand, and for all of their bullets to hit harmlessly at an ice wall that seemingly materialized out of thin air, surrounding him on all sides. He didn’t want to use up most of the water vapor in the air for such a trick, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
He’d handle the rest of them once they ran out of bullets.
"How..."
"What on earth..."
"Magic?"
The Ironclaw warriors exclaimed in befuddlement, and who could blame them? Their intel stated that Alpha Damon was clearly a werewolf, not a fucking cartoon character!
"Geb hib!" Alpha Natan cried out, his words slurred from the damage taken to his face.
He took the chance to get back on his feet and he staggered back behind his men for safety, holding onto his side. The men continued to shoot, aiming at a particular spot in the ice to shatter it.
Inside his makeshift igloo, Damon raised an eyebrow. Guessed Alpha Natan’s elite warriors had more brain cells than their alpha. He could see part of the ice wall weakening, and it wouldn’t be long now before silver bullets dug their way into his skin.
A slow, hungry smirk crossed his face.
If a fight was what they wanted, then a fight is what they would get. Before the wall could shatter, Damon leaped out without warning and punched the closest warrior with one hand, his other hand holding a spear he instinctively made out of ice. Said spear was stabbed through another two warriors and he flung their bodies back at the brethren with a high cruel laugh.
He couldn’t help but think that his weapon matched Harper’s perfectly.
Just the very thought made him smile, and everyone flinched at the deranged look that entered Alpha Damon’s eyes. frёewebnoѵēl.com
"Now... where were we?"
