Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

Don't Want With Cyclone!

Hayley's POV:

With one swift kick, I sent the guy in front of me flying, then used the momentum to leap off the wall, planting my feet against it twice before landing behind the group. In a flash, I whipped out my silver needles and struck four of them with pinpoint precision, hitting their pressure points before they even realized what was happening.

If Truman hadn't been here, I would've let Hera take over and tear through them without wasting a second.

But now? I had to play it slow.

I glanced at the four I'd hit-each one collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

The rest of the crew hesitated, gripping their weapons tighter but not daring to take another step closer.

"Is she really just an Omega?" One of them muttered in disbelief. "She took down four of us in the blink of an eye!"

man who seemed to be in charge stormed forward and bellowed, "Don't back down! We're with the Cyclone Pack-we've seen worse than this! Take her down, and the reward's a hundred

as the words hundred grand hit the air,

their faces vanished, replaced by greed and determination. All of them glared

1. me.

into a wolf

the second.

didn't flinch. My face remained calm as I slipped a hand into my pocket, fingers curling

Claudio back when he was still around-a special wolfsbane mist. Knocked out wolves in seconds. Way

ready to pull it out, when a voice suddenly roared

fighters hesitated, slowly turning around-and there he was. Truman. The once- arrogant gang leader was now locked in

his coat pocket, while the

my fist and crossed my

he was doing-take down the leader, and the

move.