Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 344

The night tastes like blood. It stains the air, thick and metallic, clinging to my tongue no matter how many times I swallow. Bodies lie everywhere: wolves, vampires, and witches, all broken, torn, and twisted at angles no living thing should bend.

This isn’t a battlefield anymore. It’s a graveyard.

I move from person to person, checking pulses, forcing my hands to stay steady even though they won’t stop shaking. My dress or what’s left of it, is stiff with blood and dirt.

Raven kneels beside a wounded witch, green magic pulsing from her palms, sealing gaping gashes. King is carrying bodies to a central area, each step heavier than the last. Even Brian is helping, dragging hybrid corpses away from the injured.

Everywhere I look, there’s pain, shock and fear.

“We lost thirty-one wolves,” Raven says quietly when I pass her again. Her voice is raw.

My stomach twists. “And the others?”

“Twenty-eight vampires and thirty-four witches.” She swallows. “More are critical.”

It isn’t just numbers. These were people. People I saw laughing an hour ago.

People who danced yesterday while setting up decorations for the ball. People with families.

My heart is breaking as I stare at the carnage the hybrids left behind. Tears fill my eyes, and I have to bite down on my lips to stop the sob from slipping past my mouth.

Alec appears at my side, clothes torn, blood streaked across his jaw, and eyes cold and focused. He looks like a man holding himself together by threads and I know if he lets go, he’ll rip the world apart.

“We’re meeting with the council in ten minutes,” he tells me softly. “They want answers.”

Of course they do.

“I’ll tell them everything,” I whisper past the pain blocking my throat.

They need to know everything that has been happening. They need to know about Xena, about the curse, about Kaden and about the hybrid army Xena is creating for her imprisoned lover.

But Alec shakes his head, staring at me.

“Maybe we shouldn’t just yet,” he warns quietly. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

I frown. “Alec, if they don’t know about them, how will they fight them? This time they attacked your pack, what happens when they start going after other packs? Clans and covens? They need to know what they’re dealing with so that next time they’ll be ready.”

No one is ever ready to fight hybrids, given how strong they are, but knowing about them is enough. If the rest knew what our warriors knew, maybe we wouldn’t have so many casualties.

He brushes a thumb over my shoulder, grounding me. “I’m afraid their fear will drive them to panic. They might turn against us, or you. I can’t allow that… Let me handle this.”

I want to argue but the exhaustion inside me is so heavy it drags my voice down. So, I just nod.

It’s Fine. For now.

We head into the pack house, into what used to be a peaceful meeting room and is now a storm of tension. Council members—witches in silver robes, vampire lords dressed in black, and werewolf elders with grim expressions—fill the space.

The moment Alec and I walk in, every eye shifts to us.

“Alpha Alec, I want to believe that you are just as surprised as us, but something tells me that you already know about the existence of this creature.” Councilman Daelor says, standing.

He is the council elder representing wolves.

His tone isn’t respectful. It’s accusatory.

Alec doesn’t flinch. “Yes.”

Murmurs rise instantly.

“What are they?” He asks, his jaw tight.

“Hybrids.”

“Impossible—”

“Hybrids don’t exist—”

“That’s a myth—”

“They do,” Alec cuts through their voices, his tone sharp and commanding. “You all saw them with your eyes and yet you think they are a myth?”

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