Alpha Damien Replacement Mate

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," he said, but his tone had an odd edge to it as if he was more concerned about me than he would acknowledge. I was ready to fight and I didn't need babysitting, but Cassidy's voice blasted in my head-sharper, louder. "Rouges! "We need to fight!" A shiver ran down my spine, and before I could understand the panic that was setting in, I was already reaching for the blade I had concealed in the car, my hand finding it with familiar ease. I didn't hesitate; I grabbed the weapon and sprang out, my feet landing softly on the ground. Damien's voice cut through the night air, fierce and commanding.I didn't even spare him a glance. I wasn't some damsel in distress who was going to hide away while everyone else fought. I wasn't weak, and I wasn't going to pretend anymore. The anger I'd been holding inside, the frustration, the doubt, all of it surged to the surface as I took my stance, eyes scanning the trees, the shadows. I could sense them, the rouges, moving closer. They thought they could take us down, but they were wrong. And then I saw him-one of them, slipping through the shadows like a ghost. I didn't think, I just moved. My body reacted on instinct. The blade flashed through the air, slicing through the rogue's throat with a sickening snap. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud, the life draining from his eyes. Damien's gaze was locked on me, wide-eyed, as if surprised I'd done it. But more rouges emerged, a whole pack of them-enough to overwhelm a convoy. But they had no idea what they were up against. The battle was harsh. The aroma of blood permeated the air, as did the sounds of silver metal crashing against flesh, and the growls and roars of wolves fighting. Damien swept through them with ease, his sword slashing through the air, each attack perfect and lethal. But I wasn't going to stand back. I was also in the fight, using every ounce of the training I'd received alone in the woods. The skills I'd developed when no one was looking were now saving my life. I fought, my moves swift, precise, and lethal. Blood ruined my gown, but I didn't mind.