Killing My Alpha Mate

"Run!"

"Run!"

The anguished cries of the villagers echoed through the air, piercing my ears.

Confusion swirled within me as I tried to comprehend the chaos unfolding before my eyes. What was happening? I wondered, my mind struggling to make sense of the situation.

Driven by a mix of fear and curiosity, I ventured outside our humble home, only to be greeted by a deafening gunshot that reverberated through the air. Instinctively, I turned my gaze toward the source of the sound.

The sight that met my eyes was overwhelming. Pools of crimson blood stained the ground, transforming the once peaceful surroundings into a horrifying scene of violence. Panic consumed the villagers as they frantically fled, their desperate cries permeating the air. Adults clasped their children tightly, tears already streaming down their faces. The world seemed to unravel before me.

Amidst the mayhem, my father rushed towards me, scooping me up into his arms, while my mother clutched my elder brother close. The fear in his voice was palpable as he shouted, "We need to run!" But my innocent five-year-old mind couldn't comprehend why we had to flee. I voiced my confusion, but no answer reached my ears amid the chaos.

As we joined the panicked villagers in their desperate flight, the deafening crack of gunshots shattered the air once more. Two lives abruptly extinguished, their bodies crumpling to the ground, disrupting the balance of our fragile existence.

Blood seeped from their lifeless forms, and my mind struggled to process the enormity of the horror before me. My brother and I locked eyes, both of us overcome with sorrow. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision as I grappled with the reality of the loss that unfolded before me.

"No, no, no, this can't be happening!" I cried out, my voice barely audible above the tumultuous surroundings.

In a daze, I caught sight of a figure amidst the chaos and desperation. Something within me propelled me towards him. Though his features remained indiscernible, I could sense his towering presence. With trembling hands, I reached out and grasped his palm, pleading for salvation.

"Please, help me save them," I sobbed, clutching his hand with all the desperation a young child could muster.

A faint smirk played upon his lips as he softly uttered, "They are already gone."

The weight of his words crushed me, a heavy realization settling upon my young shoulders. But before I could fully process this devastating truth, another gunshot pierced the air. Panic surged within me, for I believed it was my turn to meet the same fate. If I was to die, I wished for a moment to say my final prayers, to seek justice for my parents' murderers. Why now? Why in this cruel twist of fate? At least in death, I might be reunited with my parents, but what about my brother? What would become of him?

Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the anguish that consumed me. The sound of the bullet tearing through flesh reached my ears, but it wasn't my body that it found. Miraculously, I remained alive. Blinking through tear-stained eyes, I strained to see who had shielded me from the brink of death.

There, lying on the ground, was the figure I had reached out to, the one who had stood between me and the bullet. I wiped away my tears, hoping to gain a clearer view of this savior.

"Brother?" I murmured, my voice filled with a mix of disbelief and hope.

"Help him please"I cried.

"If I do will you do anything ?"

"Anything just save my brother "I pleaded