The Alpha's Breeder 120 Beast Mode

Why did he always think he can boss me around like he was still the Alpha?

With a frown on my lips, I saw Beta Toren and a couple of other members of the pack right behind him.

At their appearance, my shoulders immediately slumped, and a breath of relief left my lips.

Thank goodness that it wasn't the Hunters or anyone else.

I can only imagine how terrible that ending would be.

"If I could move, I would, Zanthos," I snapped back in an irritated manner.

I said I was totally over the whole stunt Zanthos pulled, but I'm a female.

We tend to hold long and ugly grudges.

And the fact that Zanthos is acting as if I'm just laying here for the fun of it, instead of being extremely wounded to the point of pa.s.sing out, p.i.s.ses me off.

a.s.shole.

Zanthos seemed to consider my fallen form for a second before he turned his full attention to Eros and ignored me entirely.

If I wasn't so incapacitated, I would have launched myself at him and tried to tear his arrogant face off.

But then I thought about it and decided not to.

Eros was probably going to do that.

Since he doesn't even recognize me, what makes Zanthos think that Eros would recognize him or any of the pack members?

I just hope that no one gets killed because I have no doubt that Eros would win over them all, Zanthos included.

And I'm not bragging because it is the truth.

Even injured, Eros can take them all down.

It was a gut feeling that will prove to be true in very little time.

"Eros, it's the pack members," I tried to say in hopes of keeping the members from getting killed.

After my words, the first wolf went flying through the clearing and into a giant tree.

Well, there goes that.

My lips parted and then closed when I realized that everything I said was not reaching him.

He never once turned to me or acknowledged my words.

Regardless of anything I tried to say, Eros didn't hear any of it or chose to ignore it.

I don't know.

He was back into rage mode seconds after that, charging and taking down every single wolf in his way.

Anyone who dares to come close is the enemy to him.

And it hurts to think that I am also in that category, one that I didn't like at all.

I sighed deeply and my shoulders slumped in defeat.

"I've been waiting to kick your a.s.s for years now, Eros," Zanthos declared with this menacing smirk on his lips.

His eyes glowed vividly when he s.h.i.+fted into his own grey-black wolf and charged.

The other wolves cleared the way, letting Zanthos take the lead.

I frowned at his choice in words and wondered who would be kicking whose a.s.s.

But I didn't have to think too hard about it because Zanthos was sent flying back not even two seconds after his declaration.

Eros trotted over and his big paw came down over Zanthos' face before Zanthos could roll around and get back up.

And then, Eros' sharp canines' bit into the flesh of Zanthos' shoulder.

A rather sizeable chunk was ripped off, and black blood rained down onto the ground in ma.s.sive amounts.

Zanthos' maw opened, and he closed it around Eros' paw as he tried to pull Eros off him.

At that action, my heart went to my throat as I was reminded of that time Rora told me that Eros had lost his arm before.

Aw s.h.i.+t.

I hope he doesn't lose his arm again.

I grimaced at the thought.

Although I hoped that Eros will be awakened from his current predicament, I didn't want him any more injured than he already was.

But there was really nothing that I could do.

I'm even considering kissing his beast form like in Beauty and the Beast in hopes of awakening him from his crazed rage.

Oddly, I keep thinking that might work.

I'm getting delusional from the blood loss again.

Suddenly, Eros growled loudly, feral and enraged, probably at the fact that they dared to challenge him, their Alpha.