The Alpha's Borrowed Luna (Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 260

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The Alpha’s Borrowed Luna

Chapter 260

That’s impossible.” His denial as instant, absolute. “There’s more this than you know.”

A third explosion cut off my reply, more violent than the previous t. Sections of the ceiling began to collapse, the temperature in the room rising rapidly as fires spread through the complex.

“Go get Caleb, don’t let him escape; I’ll join you,” Frost urged, already backing toward the door.

I wanted to stop him, to make him understand the truth about the woman he was risking his life for. But the building shuddered again, more violently this time, and I knew we had no time to argue

“Be careful,” was all I said.

With a nod, he disappeared through the door, leaving me alone with my mother’s body and my rage.

I tracked Caleb through the disintegrating complex, following the scent of his blood. The elder had moved with purpose, avoiding the spreading fires with the instinct of someone who knew exactly which areas would explode next. Each detonation seemed strategically planned, designed to collapse the structure in stages rather than all at once.

I caught sight of him ascending a staircase, his injuries already healed as he moved toward what must be an exit. I couldn’t let him escape–not after what he’d done to my mother, to my pack, to me.

Drawing upon a burst of feral speed ignited by the lycan within, I launched myself up the wall beside the staircase, scaling it with inhuman agility. I dropped directly into Caleb’s path, my sudden appearance drawing a flash of surprise across his ancient features.

“Going somewhere?” I growled, my voice barely recognizable.

He recovered quickly, his stance shifting to combat readiness. “You’re persistent, I’ll grant you that. But you’re also dying, Lycan. I can smell the weapon’s poison in your blood.”

He was right–the cursed blade he’d used on me earlier had left its mark, the wolf’s bane still circulating through my system. But the Lycan within me was stronger than either of us had anticipated, feeding on my rage, burning through the toxin with each passing

moment.

I struck first, a feint to his left followed by a brutal right hook that connected with his jaw. The impact sent him stumbling backward down several steps. I pressed my advantage, unleashing a flurry of blows that drove him further down the staircase.

Caleb recovered quickly, centuries of combat experience evident in his counter–attack. He moved like liquid, evading my next strike and landing a devastating blow to my ribs. I felt something crack, pain lancing through my side, but the Lycan’s fury embed it almost immediately.

We crashed through a doorway, our battle carrying us into what appeared to be some kind of laboratory. Broken glass crunched beneath our feet as we grappled, trading savage blows that would have killed a normal werewolf. Blood–his and mine–spattered the walls and floor, leaving crimson trails as we fought across the room.

Another explosion rocked the building, more violent than the previous ones. The ceiling began to collapse, forcing us to dodge falling debris even as we continued our deadly dance.

“You can’t win,” Caleb taunted, evading my grasp once more. “Even if you kill me, you’ll never escape this place alive.”

“Then we’ll die together,” I snarled, driving him backward into a bank of equipment.

He slipped in a pool of his own blood, momentarily losing his balance. I seized the opportunity, my hand closing around his throat, Tifting him off the ground as he had done to Frost earlier.

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But Caleb wasn’t finished. With a desperate twist, he drove something into my side a pain so intence, so immediate that my pl faltered. I staggered backward looking down to see the cursed elder blade embedded in my abdomen, its ancient metal gear with my blood.

I felt a stab to my side, and my whole body seemed to freeze. I stared at the cursed weapon now embedded in my abdomen. The elder blade—the same weapon that had been intended to strip me of my wolf nature, now plunged deep into my flesh, Cold spread from the wound, a creeping numbness that extinguished the fire of the Lycan within.

I knew what this weapon does; it strips one of his wolves, but for the elders, it kills them. Caleb took a step back, triumph gleaming

in his eyes.

“You see?” he gloated, watching me struggle to remain standing. “In the end, even the mighty Lycan falls.

But he had made a critical mistake–coming within my reach again, assuming my defeat was certain. With strength born of pure hatred, I pulled out the dagger from my side, and with my last breath, I stabbed it right through his heart.

His eyes widened in shock, disbelief replacing the triumph that had been there moments before. This… isn’t… possible,” he gasped, blood bubbling from his lips.

“Die knowing you failed,” I whispered, twisting the blade deeper.