Chapter 3 - The Bloodline of the Hex
The ambush was fierce, brutal, and coordinated. Shadow-creatures—twisted abominations of dark magic and corrupted wolf flesh—burst from the underbrush, hissing and snapping their jaws.
Jane scrambled behind a rocky outcrop, her heart hammering against her ribs. She wanted to help, to prove she wasn’t just a helpless burden, but she lacked training, weapons, and strength.
Then she looked at Jesse.
He didn’t need weapons. With a guttural roar that shook the very earth, Jesse’s eyes blazed a brilliant, blinding gold. A shockwave of pure Alpha energy erupted from his body, flattening the trees and instantly turning the shadow-creatures into ash. The sheer magnitude of his power was staggering—a reminder that he wasn't just a king; he was a force of nature.
Yet, as the last shadow dissolved, Jesse staggered. He dropped to one knee, clutching his chest. A jagged line of gray stone shot up his neck, nearly reaching his jawline.
“Jesse!” Jane cried, rushing to his side and dropping to her knees. She grabbed his face, her hands pressing against his golden skin. “What’s happening? The new moon is still days away!”
“The witch… she knows we’re tracking her bloodline,” Jesse gritted out, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The stone was cold, spreading rapidly. “The magic is fighting back. Every time I use my power, the curse accelerates.”
“Then stop fighting!” Jane pleaded, tears prickling her eyes. “Don’t use your power anymore. I’ll protect you.”
Jesse looked up, a bitter, pained smile touching his lips. “An omega protecting the King of Kings? The world has truly turned upside down.”
“Maybe it needed to,” Jane whispered fiercely. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his.
Suddenly, a brilliant flash of golden light surged from Jane’s chest into his. The spreading stone halted, cracking and crumbling away from his jaw. Jesse gasped, his eyes widening in utter disbelief as he stared at her.
“Your blood…” Jesse whispered, his voice trembling. “It’s not just ordinary omega blood. You carry the resonance of the first priestesses.”
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Before Jane could process his words, a cold, mocking voice echoed through the trees.
“Oh, how touching. But true love’s kiss can only delay the inevitable, little wolf.”
