Chapter 0278

My lips curl into a vicious snarl at Prince Damien's taunt directed at Seraphina. Though I couldn't distinguish which of the two smug bloodsuckers he was, the arrogance radiating from both made my hackles rise.

Now my sights lock onto him. That bastard belongs to me. For every torment he inflicted on Seraphina, I'll make sure he suffers tenfold before I end him.

Seraphina and the Guardians' power create a momentary hesitation among the vampires. But it's fleeting. Some unseen signal passes between them, and suddenly hundreds of undead creatures surge toward us. Seraphina, Evelyn, and Gregory unleash their auras, with Seraphina specifically shielding our frontline of werewolves and fae.

The second wave crashes against us before the first even finishes. The initial attackers disintegrate upon contact with the Guardian energy, turning to ash mid-stride. But the relentless assault takes its toll - cracks appear in our defenses as more vampires break through.

My vision tunnels when I spot several vamps targeting Seraphina and Evelyn. Dorian surges forward simultaneously with Theron, Adrian's massive wolf form. We become a whirlwind of fangs and claws, tearing through undead flesh. Remembering Gregory's situation, I hurl a vampire toward him, catching the satisfying crunch as he decapitates the creature mid-air. His modified wheelchair proves an unexpected advantage, creating a kill zone around him.

The vampires move with unnatural speed. Every wounded howl from my pack members feels like a physical blow. Every life extinguished leaves a gaping hole in our defenses.

Seraphina surprises me with her lethal efficiency. Every ounce of her Guardian training manifests in precise, deadly movements. She guards Evelyn's flank protectively, ensuring neither the pregnant Luna nor her unborn child come to harm. Gregory holds his ground nearby, though his mobility limitations make his position precarious.

Adrian and I gradually shift forward, creating a living barrier between our mates and the onslaught. Dorian's silver fur glistens crimson - whether from vampire blood or our own wounds, I can't tell. The injuries sting, but Seraphina's enhanced healing already knits my flesh back together.

A blur of movement at my periphery - a vampire lunges. Before I can react, Valeria materializes mid-pounce, ripping out the creature's throat with surgical precision.

Whether by design or chaos of battle, the Guardians begin separating. Adrian stays glued to Evelyn's side while I remain Seraphina's shadow.

Fighting beside my mate proves devastatingly effective. Dorian becomes a living weapon, his jaws reducing vampires to gory chunks. Seraphina and Valeria move like synchronized killers, their every strike lethal.

We reinforce Oberon's warriors, though many fae already litter the battlefield. Werewolf corpses appear with increasing frequency among the fallen.

The only consolation? The air thickens with vampire ash, proof that for every loss we suffer, they're paying tenfold.

Hours blur into endless combat when suddenly Prince Damien and his second-in-command Malachi emerge. Their royal status shows in their superior strength and tactics. Damien makes straight for Seraphina while multiple vampires keep us both occupied.

Malachi veers toward Evelyn. I have to trust Adrian will protect his mate - my focus belongs to mine. That undead bastard won't lay a finger on my woman. Dorian clamps onto a vamp's throat just as another wraps around my ribs, squeezing until bones creak. I tear out my victim's windpipe while twisting to reach the one crushing me.