Accidentally Mated To Four Alphas-Chapter 286: _ We Will Come Home For Blood

Suddenly, a heavier presence slams into Morgan from the side—older, stronger, faster than the others. This vampire moves with the confidence of centuries, claws slicing across his chest and tearing deep. Hot and thick blood wells instantly.

He grins through it.

He lets the vampire believe it has the upper hand. Lets it press closer, lets its fangs scrape his neck... Then he unleashes the demon core without restraint.

Power erupts out of him in a violent wave, slamming the vampire backward with bone-crushing force. Morgan is on it before it hits the ground, jaws clamping down, tearing its head free in one brutal motion.

He spits the corpse aside and turns... Just in time to see Heidi get hit.

Three vampires converge on her at once. They move with strategy now, flanking her, drawing her attention away from Grayson and Darien. One feints high. Another slashes low. The third strikes with enough force to send her skidding across the forest floor, fur tearing, energy flaring wildly.

Morgan’s heart stutters from rage so sudden and absolute it almost blinds him.

He moves without thought, tearing through anything in his path. He kills the next vampire attempting to reach her with such violence that its scream cuts off mid-sound as its body ignites from the inside out.

He skids to a stop over her, chest heaving, vision red at the edges. Heidi looks up at him, eyes blazing, breath ragged.

For a fraction of a second, the world narrows to just the two of them. The noise fades. The blood smell dulls. There is only the bond humming between them, tight and electric and furious. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Then she shoves him hard enough that he stumbles back a step.

"Grayson," she snarls, already turning away from him.

Morgan follows her gaze to find that Grayson is on one knee now, bleeding heavily, his wolf sagging with exhaustion and pain. Another vampire stalks toward him, savoring the kill it’s about to claim.

Morgan moves again, but Heidi reaches him first. She throws herself between Grayson and the vampire with terrifying ferocity. Her power lashes outward uncontrolled now, raw and incandescent. The vampire does not stand a chance.

But when it falls, Heidi staggers and Darien sees it.

"HEIDI!" he roars, breaking formation without hesitation, charging toward her.

Morgan bares his teeth.

No.

The vampire leader chooses that moment to strike.

She moves faster than the rest, slipping through the chaos with lethal grace, bypassing Darien and Morgan alike. Her claws flash, not aiming to kill but to seize Heidi. .

Morgan’s vision whites out. He hits her from the side with everything he has.

They crash through trees, bodies colliding hard enough to shatter branches. They roll across the forest floor, claws tearing, teeth snapping. She is strong, ancient, cunning—and she fights dirty, targeting joints and eyes, drawing blood with every move.

She laughs even as Morgan rips into her shoulder.

"You feel it too," she hisses. "Her blood sings. It calls."

"Shut up," Morgan snarls, slamming her into the ground again.

"You would burn the world for her," the vampire continues, voice slick with certainty. "Kill for her. Betray for her."

Morgan stills for half a second. Her smile widens. "Already have, haven’t you?"

He responds by tearing her throat open but not enough to kill just to silence her.

Darien arrives moments later, slamming her down with overwhelming Alpha force, pinning her there. The remaining vampires falter, panic spreading as their numbers dwindle and their leader falls.

One by one, they flee, dissolving back into the shadows.

Silence crashes down heavily and rings. Morgan shifts back into human form slowly, every nerve buzzing, blood drying sticky on his skin. The demon core hums with deep, satisfied contentment.

Grayson is alive.

Damn it.

Heidi stands unsteadily, her celestial glow flickering now, as exhaustion finally catches her. Darien is already at her side, hands gentle, frantic, and murmuring her name like a prayer. Morgan watches from a distance, fingers curling slowly into fists.

The demon core stirs. "They might have survived tonight,", it murmurs. "But they are ours soon."

Morgan exhales slowly. Because exile is not the end. It is the beginning. And when the time comes, there will be no accidents. Only choices.

Morgan takes a step toward him before he can stop himself because he needs to play the ’caring twin’, then halts when Heidi stirs in Darien’s arms, her head lifting just enough to look past him.

Her eyes find Grayson immediately."Is he... Is he breathing?" She stutters.

"Yes," Darien answers softly. "He’s alive."

Morgan watches relief wash over her face—pure, unguarded, and devastating. She reaches weakly toward Grayson, fingers twitching like she wants to crawl to him if she has to.

She’s reaching for his weak brother, not him, Morgan notes.

The demon core stirs, displeased. "She chose wrong again."

Before Morgan can drown in that thought, movement draws his attention back to the edge of the clearing. The vampire leader is still there.

She kneels in the dirt where Darien slammed her, one arm twisted at an unnatural angle, silver hair tangled and darkened with blood. Her healing has slowed, deliberately restrained by Darien’s Alpha pressure pinning her in place. Her crimson eyes flick between the wolves standing over her, calculating even now.

Darien straightens, easing Heidi carefully to the ground beside Grayson, then turns.

He walks toward the vampire. Blood streaks his bare chest. His knuckles are split. He stops just out of her reach.

"Go back," Darien commands, and Morgan’s eyebrow arches.

What the hell is this fool doing?

The vampire leader lifts her chin, smiling despite the blood on her teeth. "That’s it?" she asks lightly. "After all this?"

Darien crouches so they’re eye level. "You’re alive because I allow it. You’re going to crawl back to my father and you’re going to tell him exactly what happened here. You’re going to tell him that no harm comes to Heidi. Ever."

Morgan scoffs quietly from where he stands. Bold of you to assume Tobias listens to anyone. Just kill the bitch.

Darien’s gaze sharpens. "And if he doesn’t back off, if he so much as breathes in her direction again—we will come for him. Not in secret too. We have nothing more to lose."

He leans in closer. "We will come home seeking blood."