The Alpha's Temptation

A smile crept  onto his lips. "Where?" Rigel asked.

Lerna pointed back in the direction of her room.

"Lead us," he said, trusting her, trusting his mate.

"But it is a treacherous way and it is through the Crimson Peaks. At the present, a heavy blizzard is going on. Do you think we will be able to make it?" she asked, assessing the four fake Nyxers who had the capability of making so many of them unconscious.

Ileus came forward. "Tell us where it is, girl and we will try our best to get out that way!"

Lerna stared into the golden eyes of the man in front of her, as his illusion broke for a few seconds. "Who are you?" she asked in a low voice, mesmerized.

"There is plenty of time for introductions, Lerna, but right now I suggest that we get going."

There was the sound of heavy footfalls of soldiers nearing  towards the room. She whipped her head in that direction. By the sound, she gauged that they would be here in less than fifteen minutes. A rough exhale later, she said, "Come with me." Their life depended on her last minute plan. She rushed to her chamber and they followed her. The Nyxers had started entering the tower. They heard the heavy boots clicking on the stairs that led to her bedchamber.

As soon as they reached her room, Rolfe closed the door. "Run!" he shouted at them. Lerna led them towards the bathroom. Rolfe walked to the center of the room. He closed his eyes and chanted, "Letat a dzhem!" Blue waves of magic rippled out of his hands and rushed to his fingers. He flung his hands forward. The waves rippled in the air and started whirling in the air. They reached every piece of furniture. Coiling around them, they lifted the furniture and hurled them all to the door. The door was now jammed. This would buy them some time. He sealed it with his magic. Now Rolfe knew that Felis already sensed something, but he wouldn't wait to find out. It wouldn't be a surprise if he was marching his entire army up to this tower.

Rolfe retracted his magic and followed his group to the bathroom.

When Lerna reached the window of the bathroom, she said, "You have to break this window."

The blizzard was wild outside and the whole window was covered with snow. Rigel stepped forward. With a grunt, he punched the glass of the window and it shattered into hundreds of pieces. The snow rammed into them at full force. On an instinct, Rigel wrapped his arms around Lerna to protect her. She tipped her head up as a semblance of a smile donned her lips. "There's a stony staircase that is about ten feet below, but it most likely will be covered with heavy snow and solid ice. That's the only way we can get out of here. Can you manage?"

The Nyxers must have reached the door of the bedchamber. They heard exclamations of surprise, curses, yelling, the Nyxers sounding confused and somewhat authoritative. But it soon changed into something more exasperated. There were the unmistakable sounds of swords being yanked out of the sheaths. Metal was clanking against metal. This was all followed by running footsteps.

"They are coming near," Lerna said as her lips trembled. Rigel wanted to kiss her lips and tell her that she was safe. He hated the sound of her heart racing wildly. He hated that she was so bruised. But when he had laid his eyes on her for the first time, his mind was blown. No one in this world was as beautiful. She was the most perfect she-wolf born in Araniea. Her features were stunning--high, bold cheekbones, plush lips and slim nose that couldn't be of demon heritage. Who was her mother? Her skin was the color of wheat and smooth, her eyes the color of whiskey. Her long dark hair fell to her hips, which she had braided. She was no more than five feet tall, which was a wonder, because most she-wolves were taller. Well, not most. Even Tania was short. She was curvy in the right places.

She was in a cotton chemise when he saw her. It showed her breasts. Her nipples had puckered under his gaze. When he was near her, his shaft had hardened in his trousers, and he had almost growled. It was the bruises on her body that made him madder than ever. Ileus was right. She must have been abused.

"Don't worry," he assured her. He took the cloak from her hand and made her wear it. He buttoned it up to the neck. "I will take you away from here."

Ileus shook his head at the lovers or rather mates over whom all of Hydra was shaking. "Orzhevvy Ogan!" he chanted. Bright yellow lights crackled around his fingers. They sizzled hungrily as he tossed them at the blizzard in front of them. Immediately, they lapped up at the snow as if feasting upon it, consuming it, and devouring it. They traveled all the way down to the staircase and melted all the ice. He looked down at the light that illuminated the walls of the tower beneath them as they sizzled across the snow. "These are bloody too small!" he grunted.

"We have to take our chances!" Eltanin replied. Then he shouted. "Rolfe!" He was getting worried about the demon. He rushed back to get him when the door of the bathroom flung open and he walked in.

"Those fucking Nyxers!" Rolfe growled. "They have reached us so soon."

Eltanin pulled him inside and closed the door. "Let's go!" he said.

Ileus jumped down onto the staircase. "The blizzard is heavy. I am going to maintain the magic to melt the ice." He looked at Rolfe. "The ice is going to reform the minute after we melt it, so you better keep up with me!"

"I will," Rolfe gave a tight nod.

"I will go first," Ileus breathed. He looked at Rigel and Lerna. "You both are the next followed by Eltanin. Rolfe will cover us up from behind!" Saying that Ileus jumped out of the window. Lerna gasped and stifled a shriek. Before she could react any more, Rigel grabbed her and landed on the stairs that Ileus had left vacant for them.

All the while, there was a lot of noise on the outside. It seemed that the Nyxers had blasted through the door and the furniture. The nannies shouted in shrill voices. More running footsteps were heard, but Rolfe knew that the Nyxers wouldn't be able to cut through his magic. It was all followed by a series of ominous thumps. And then... nothing.

"He is here!" Rolfe exclaimed. "Hurry up wolf!"

"I am hurrying, demon!" Ileus grunted.

There was no sound in the bedchamber. Lerna's heart raced as her stomach roiled with fear. She clutched Rigel's shoulders tightly. Her wolf ears picked up the faint sound of a low, nefarious grunt. Her brother was at the door, but she didn't know what was stalling him.

Rolfe gave a wicked smile as jumped out of the window. He flicked his wrist and every piece of glass that had shattered, rejoined and settled back into its place on the window, sealing it. He had sealed the door of Lerna's bedchamber with so much magic that Felis would need to take some time to unravel it.  All they needed was a little more time to escape.