An Alpha's Forbidden Mate-Chapter 32: Beast Vs Man 2

Chapter thirty two

The clearing was a graveyard of silence, the air thick with the invisible weight of clashing auras. Neither side moved, but the atmosphere vibrated with the tension of a bowstring drawn to the snapping point. Phillip’s eyes darted between the three hulking elemental wolves and the girl standing before him. If I can take the girl, he reasoned, his fingers tightening on the leather-wrapped hilt of his blade, the beasts will lose their formation.

He didn’t signal his intent. He simply vanished into a blur of motion.

Phillip dashed toward Luna, his blade singing a low, mournful note as it cut through the damp air. Luna met him with a fluid parry, her obsidian claws sparking violently against his steel. She felt the vibration ripple up her arm—this was no ordinary human strength. As she deflected blow after blow, she realized his entire body and weapon were engulfed in a dark blue Ki, an aura so dense it made him and his blade move as a single, living organism. Every strike was precise, every parry a masterclass in economy.

The Alphas lunged. Phillip pivoted with a veteran’s grace, parrying the Earth-Crest’s heavy plates and dodging the Lightning-Crescent’s arcs. But the numbers were too great. A jagged claw from Magnus caught Phillip’s thigh, tearing through leather and flesh.

Pain flared, hot and sharp, but Phillip didn’t recoil. He roared, "Ki Technique: Dark Blade Unleash!"

The blue aura condensed, expanding into a massive, shadowy blade of pure energy that slammed into Luna. The force sent her flying back through the air, her body shattering tree branches until she hit a massive trunk with a sickening thud. She hit the ground in a cloud of dust but stood up instantly, wiping a smear of blood from her lip. As she watched, the scratches on her face closed and vanished as if they had never been.

"humans can’t do that," Luna said, her voice dropping into a cold, analytical register. "What kind of supernatural are you?"

She looked at his thigh. The blood was still flowing, staining his trousers a deep, wet crimson. "Your wound," she noted, her eyes narrowing. "Most supernaturals would healed by now. Why are you still bleeding?"

Phillip didn’t answer. He looked at his leg, his breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. These three beasts are too strong. A long battle with them would be a death sentence. I have to end this now.

He opened his hands, the dark blue Ki spinning between his palms like a miniature cyclone. "Domain Expansion: Infinite Space."

A veil of darkness exploded outward from his body, swallowing the clearing, the Alphas, and Luna. Suddenly, it felt as though the sky had collapsed onto their shoulders. The weight was crushing, a physical force that pinned the lungs and slowed the heart.

Luna’s breath hitched. She knew this feeling—it was the same suffocating pressure Klaus had used to pin them like insects to a board, though his had been a violent, blood-red. For a heartbeat, the old fear flickered, but then a switch flipped in her mind. The panic receded, replaced by a crystalline, emotionless focus.

The Alphas were pinned, their massive frames trembling under the pressure, but Luna’s body began to adapt. She moved—not with struggle, but with a terrifying, locked-in precision. Every strike she launched was aimed at Phillip’s vitals: his throat, his heart, his arteries.

Phillip’s eyes widened in the dark. "How can you move so easily in my domain?" He snarled, his face contorting with the effort of maintaining the space. "If you think that’s all I have, you underestimate me! Space Warping!"

Across the domain, uprooted tree trunks and boulders began to levitate, caught in the blue distortion. They vanished into dark portals only to reappear inches from Luna’s face. She tore through a flying trunk with a single swipe of her claws, the wood shattering into splinters. She blurred to the left, dodging a boulder, but the portals were everywhere, opening and closing like hungry mouths.

A heavy stone caught her by surprise, slamming into her shoulder. She rolled with the impact, her mind racing, calculating. "Calm down Raven he isn’t Klaus", she told herself, forcing her heart rate to slow until she could hear the individual beats. "He’s bleeding. "He’s bleeding. He’s stationary. That’s a weakness," she said as she kept on dodging mid–air.

She realized he hadn’t moved a foot since the domain opened. His injured leg was the anchor. Luna waited for the next portal to open, and when a massive boulder shot toward her, she didn’t dodge. She planted her feet and delivered a roundhouse kick to the stone, redirecting the momentum back at Phillip.

He tried to raise his blade to defend, but the impact was too great. His sword shattered into a thousand shards of steel, and the boulder sent him flying into the edges of his own darkness.

Phillip coughed a spray of blood. As his concentration broke, the pressure on the Alphas snapped.

"Now!" Luna commanded.

The Alphas didn’t hesitate. With lightning, ice, and earth coating their paws, they descended on the weakened man. Just as their strikes were about to land, the domain vanished. A shroud of blue Ki covered Phillip like a cloak, and in a blink, he was gone.

The clearing was empty, save for the settling dust and the smell of ozone.

"Where is he?" Luna demanded, her chest heaving as she reverted to a calm, calculative state. "Spread out! With that leg, he couldn’t have gone far. Find him!"

They searched for twenty minutes, moving through the brush like a scythe, but the forest was silent. When they reconvened at the battle site, the Alphas shook their heads in frustration.

"How the hell did he escape without a single trace?" Luna hissed. She looked at the spot where he had vanished. Space warping. He hadn’t run; he had folded the very air to get away.

"Should we bring more men, Chieftess?" Darius asked, shifting back to his human form, his chest heaving.

"No," Luna replied, her eyes cold. "We go back to camp. We have much to discuss."

When they reached the residence, Sophie and Amelia were waiting. Amelia had regained some of her color, though she still leaned heavily against a wooden post, her eyes searching Luna’s face for answers.

"Chieftess Raven," Amelia said, her voice full of concern. "Did you kill the intruders? Who were they?"

"They were humans," Luna said, the words feeling bitter on her tongue. "And they escaped."

Amelia’s jaw dropped. "How could mere humans escape from you? From the Alphas?"

"One of them was... different," Luna explained. "He had a dark blue aura. He could warp space. I’ve never seen a human move with that kind of power."

Sophie stepped forward, her eyes sharpening with a spark of recognition. "Did the aura engulf his weapon? Did he fight with the prowess of a supernatural despite having no healing powers?.

"Yes," Luna said, looking at Sophie. "Exactly like that. What is he?"

"He’s human," Sophie said firmly. "But he is a Ki User. They are extremely rare, the elite of their species. To compete with you, he must be a level five or six. It takes decades of grueling, soul-crushing training to reach that height. Most humans die before they even reach level two."

"Levels?" Luna echoed, her mind already calculating the gap between them.

"Yes. With each level comes a surge in skill and physical limits. A level six is a nightmare on the battlefield.

"No wonder his wounds didn’t heal—he has no bloodline in his veins, only raw, disciplined will. He doesn’t regenerate; he simply refuses to fall." Luna said.

Luna looked at her Alphas, seeing the reflection of her own determination in their eyes. "Pass the word to everyone. No one leaves this forest. We consolidate. We train. We don’t move until we are strong enough that no human or supernatural dare come in our territory again."

"Yes, Raven!" they shouted in unison, the sound echoing through the trees. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

In the town below, the day was deceptively peaceful.

Bennett was enjoying her day off, the sound of upbeat music filling her house as she danced through the kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove. The sun streamed through the windows, making the world seem safe and far removed from the terrors of the woods.

The peace was shattered by a violent, heavy thud from the floor above.

Bennett froze, the wooden spoon still in her hand. She lived alone. She reached for a kitchen knife, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, and crept up the stairs. The music downstairs felt suddenly mocking, a cheerful soundtrack to a potential tragedy.

As she reached the landing, she saw it—a dark, thick trail of blood seeping from beneath the bathroom door, staining the white carpet.

She kicked the door open, knife raised, ready to strike at whatever was hiding in the dark.

Phillip was slumped against the toilet, his face ashen and his clothes soaked in gore. He looked up at her, his eyes glazed with pain, his shattered leg stretched out across the tile.

"Bennett," he wheezed, his voice a ghost of itself. "We might have a problem."