Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 326:

I slammed him harder against the tree, the bark splintering under the force.

But killing him—no. That would be too easy.

“Not yet,” I said, my voice cold and sharp. “You don’t get to die before you understand exactly what you’ve lost.”

I let go, letting him fall to the ground in a heap. He coughed, clutching his throat, but he was already scrambling to his feet, his grin still intact.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he rasped, his voice rough but still dripping with arrogance.

“No,” I said simply, stepping back. “Not even close.”

Aiden barely had time to react before I shifted, my wolf surging forward with a roar that shook the trees around us.

He shifted too, his wolf smaller but just as vicious.

The fight became feral, primal—teeth and claws ripping into flesh, blood staining the ground.

I didn’t care about the pain. Didn’t care about the wounds he managed to land. All I cared about was making him feel it.

Every ounce of rage, every moment of betrayal, every piece of my soul he’d tried to rip away.

The battle raged on, neither of us giving an inch, but it didn’t matter. This wasn’t about winning or losing. This was about ending it.

Finally, I had him pinned, my jaws around his throat. His wolf whimpered, his body trembling beneath mine.

“Yield,” I growled through the mind-link, my voice thunderous.

Aiden didn’t respond, but I could feel the fear radiating off him. For once, he didn’t have a smart-ass comment.

“Yield!” I roared again, tightening my grip just enough to draw blood. This time, he did.

𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉: gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

His wolf shifted back, his body slumping against the ground in defeat. I shifted too, standing over him, my chest heaving.

“This is over,” I said, my voice deadly calm. “You don’t get to come back here. You don’t get to touch my pack. And you sure as fuck don’t get to come near Jasmine.”

Aiden looked up at me, his face bloody and bruised, but his grin was still there, faint but defiant.

“We’ll see,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response.

Turning on my heel, I walked away, leaving him there in the dirt where he fucking belonged. But as I made my way back toward the pack house, the weight of everything hit me all over again. Jasmine was gone.

She was gone, and no amount of fighting, no amount of bloodshed, was going to bring her back.

And for the first time in my life, I felt truly fucking helpless.

Jasmine POV

To say I’m fucking upset is an understatement. I’m furious, livid. Mad at everyone, at fucking everything. Why does this shit always have to happen?

Every damn night, Ryder would come crawling back into my arms, shaking like a goddamn leaf, torn up by panic attacks, nightmares, whatever the hell it was haunting him. And like the loving, gullible fucking idiot of a wife I was, I’d soothe him, hold him, tell him it was all going to be okay. I’d stroke his hair, whisper that I loved him, that I’d never leave him, that we could get through anything together.

And all the while? He had a fucking brother.

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