Let The Alpha Fall 108

Even though they had gone over the plan multiple times, Lori still felt jittery and nervous. The anxiety was eating at her,
fast and quick. It didn’t help that her clothes were still slightly wet and she was uncomfortable and cold. The nephilim
guards Ione had got had managed to do a sweep of the area. They estimated the number of wolves around to be at
fifteen, all scattered strategically around the mansion.
The nephilim guards promised to handle all the guards, just as long as Lori and Gabriel went inside first, they promised to
handle everything else. They would block all exits, so no one got out, that way anyone in the house would be unable to
escape.
Gabriel assured her that it would all be fine, and she tried to stay calm at the thought that it would, they were so close
now, closer than they had ever been. Her son was just a few metres away from her.
The nephilim guards went in first, and then chaos ensued. The whole party erupted in chaos, Gabriel ushered Lori in and
they stepped into the bashed in front entrance. The guards had managed to lure most of the wolves out. The foyer was
empty, but they could both hear footsteps down the hall. Someone had heard the commotion and was rushing towards
them.
Lori could smell her son more now, his scent heavy in the air, it clung to the air and she suspected something was wrong.
She knew her sense of smell wasn’t that good, so for her to catch his scent so well, something must be up.
Gabriel was pointing towards the large spiral staircase when Axel and two other men appeared.
The shock registered on his face, but he wasted no time in pointing at Gabriel.
“Get him! I’ll deal with the girl.”
Gabriel gave Lori a look.
His look held one word.
Run.
She ran the opposite direction, her feet fast and she disappeared into a large hallway. No one followed her, she suspected
Gabriel would keep the men occupied. She followed the scent, down the hall, to another hall. The mansion was huge,
bigger than she had expected. With lots of corners and room.
The only thing she focused on was her own breath. Through the windows, the pale light of the moon shone beneath the
dark deep clouds. She glanced outside and saw a winged nephilim literally tearing a wolf apart, she turned away quickly.
Everything looked so ghastly.
There was a door down the hallway, she had a strong sense that her son was behind it. She got up and slowly made her
way towards the final door. Her knees were weak, her body still recovering from the training from earlier and the after
effects of the pool incidence.
Lastly, she reached it. She grabbed the door handle and pushed herself inwards. Oh my God! She thought, the room was
so dark and so creepy, it was unlike the room she had seen in her son’s memories.
No windows, no light, nothing! She stood there in the silent darkness for a moment, holding her breath. She knew there was something hidden behind the darkness. She stilled herself and focused on her hearing.
Then she heard it, someone was breathing slowly, at the corner of the room. Her son was in the room, the scent was
stronger than it had been so she knew he was in the room. But there was nothing to suggest that there was a baby in the
room.
“Who’s there?!”
Lori called out.
No answer.
She knew she would have to shift if she wanted to see in the dark, but she didn’t want to draw too much attention to
herself.
Not yet. Not until she saw who she was dealing with.
“I’ll give you three seconds.”
Lori warned.
Suddenly, light flooded the room, someone had turned the light switch on.
There was the lady she had seen earlier, in her son’s memories, standing at the corner with her son in her hands. He
looked like he was sleeping.
Lori had no qualms with her.
If she handed her her son, she would live.
She stretched her hand.
“Give him to me.”
The woman looked hesitant at first.
Lori sighed in annoyance.
“If you want to live, give him to me!”
She snapped.
As the woman hurried across the room, the door burst open, Lori turned just in time to see Sabine running towards her
with her claws out, she ducks, but Sabine barely misses her, her clawed nails scratching her chin.
“Lori—” Sabine said and raised an open hand, inching closer to Lori.
Lori grabbed the back of head Sabine’s head and smashed it on the coffee table nearby. She groaned, and blood spilled
from her mouth.
“Up,” Lori said.
“Look at me.”
Sabine raised her face as requested, her eyes still looking at Lori defiantly. Lori hit her two, three, four times.
Unfortunately, Sabine was still conscious after that, but Lori wasn’t tired yet. It was like, seeing her had renewed the
strength she had thought was depleted.
She had been waiting for the particular moment for as long as she could remember.
Lori hit her again. There was the wishbone snap of her nose breaking and Sabine screamed.
Lori released the hold she had on her and let her stagger to the floor.
Sabine slowly raised her head up, a crooked smile on her face.
“You’ve been practicing.”
Lori circled her.
“Oh I’ve waited for this moment for a very long time.”
She purred and Sabine chuckled.
“Seems you finally got it.”
She murmured.
Suddenly she was back on her feet, standing on her two feet as if nothing had happened. She wiped the blood from her
nose, stared at it then shook her head.
She lunged for Lori. Lori ducked the first time. Lori tried to hit her in the face again.
Sabine dodged the hit and lunged. She got a good hold on Lori and shoved her against the wall, dragging her up until
her feet, Lori thrashed against her grip.
“Enough games,” Sabine growled. “Yield.”
Lori shook her head. She was breathing hard, but goddamn it, she didn’t even look like she was in pain. Who the seven
devils was she?  Sabine thought as she shoved her harder against the wall.
“Yield!”
Lori’s eyes narrowed and she smiled. What—
She threw her head back, then slammed her forehead into Sabine’s already broken nose.
Cartilage cracked and blood wet Sabine’s lips.
Lori held her wrists and pulled her away from her, pushing her to the floor. Sabine fell with a thud.
Before she could get her bearing, Lori knelt in front of her and punched her.
She punched her again.
And again.
Then she started pummelling her.
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Gabriel had fought off multiple men before, so taking down Axel’s henchmen wasn’t quite as hard as he had expected.
The only one he was itching to fight was Axel. It would be a fair fight, they were both alphas and he was in desperate
need of release for all the pent up anger he had.
Axel stood at the staircase, his eyes narrow and hard as he watched Gabriel signalled him to come.
“Come and get it!” Axel sneered, and rushed.
As he rushed, he swung a powerful right. Gabriel met him halfway, and lashed out with his own right. His punch was
faster, and it caught Axel by surprise.
Angry, he spat out blood, caught Gabriel and hurled him into the hard marble floor. Gabriel rolled over like a cat,
gasping for breath, and just rolled from under Axel’s shoes as he tried to leap on him to stamp his life out.
Gabriel scrambled to his feet, and lunged as he hit Axel in the chest. Axel jerked up a stiff thumb, trying for Gabriel’s eye
but Gabriel ducked in time and rolled his head away and swung a left to the wind, and then a driving right that ripped
Axel’s ear, starting a shower of blood.
Axel now charged rage, caught Gabriel with two long swings on the head. His skull roaring with pain and dizziness,
Gabriel braced himself and started to swing in a blind fury, both hands going with every ounce of power he could muster.
Axel was the bigger one and his punches packed terrific power, but they were slower. He possessed none of the switfness
and nimbleness that Gabriel had.
The two battled until the breath gasped in their lungs and whistled through their teeth. Axel ducked his battered face and
started to walk in, stemming the tide of Gabriel’s blows by sheer physical power.
Axel was bloody and battered now, yet he kept coming, his breath wheezing. Gabriel stabbed a left into his face, set
himself and whipped up a right uppercut to the body. Axel gasped. Gabriel circled him, then smashed him in the body
with another right, then another and another. Axel’s jaw was hanging open now, his face battered and bleeding from a
dozen cuts and abrasions.
At this point he could barely stand on his two feet and he fell to his knees. He was spent, it felt like they had been at it for
hours.
Gabriel lowered his head to get a good look at him.
He didnt’t feel any pity for him. No remorse.
“I warned you to stay away.”
“I did.”
He told him as he placed his hands around his neck, squeezing gently.
Slowly, he lifted him up and pinned him against the wall. Axel dangled, liifeless, with his hands by his side.
Gabriel itched for more blood.
Killing him wouldn’t be a bad idea.
He would deal with the consequences later.
If there were any.
“Any famous last words?”
He asked mockingly.
He was too engrossed in the kill.
To see the knife gleaming in the light. The knife Axel had pulled from his jeans.
It was too late by the time he saw it.
He had already plunged it into his heart.