Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

Chapter 771

771 Prank

Hayley's POV:

"We'll take her elsewhere to deal with her," the leader said with a flattering smile, speaking to Truman. "You won't have to see a thing, sir. Rest assured."

Truman sighed, his voice laced with regret. "The Hanovers... not a single one of them has a decent pair of eyes. How could I possibly feel reassured?"

"What do you mean?" The leader asked, catching a faint, unsettling shift in the air.

"You don't need to know," Truman muttered. His gaze turned dark. Without warning, he lifted his hand and drove it straight into the man's face-two fingers jabbing viciously toward his eyes.

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the alley.

The leader collapsed, clutching his bleeding face and thrashing on the ground.

"My eyes! My eyes! It hurts-someone help me! Please!"

"Boss!"

The rest of the rogues froze in fear. Then, panic-stricken, they bolted in all directions.

Truman, unfazed, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and calmly wiped his hand as he spoke, his voice steady and sharp. "Tell Quentin this-if he ever dares to come after Hayley again, the next pair of eyes I take will be his."

"Get lost!" he roared.

shifted into his wolf form

clapped my hands lightly, ready to leave. The problem had been neatly

just as I turned to go, I heard a dull thud behind

spun around and saw Truman slumped against the

just a moment ago. Was he faking

over cautiously and looked him over. "If I'm not mistaken," I said dryly, "you only took a single swipe from that wolf's claws. And you're already out? Is this how good you

forced a weak smile.

head tilted to the

stared at him,

I sharply sensed something was

m if you try

Even if he hadn't let his wolf take control, he'd sull have been. able to take down those rogues with

Chapter 771 Prank

strong self-healing ability, especially from something as minor as a claw wound on the

Sowhywould he faint?

down, grabbed his wrist, and

examined him carefully,

had been poisoned with the same type of

tell, it was the same high-concentration type Benjamin had been exposed to.

looked at Truman's face. There was no resemblance

and had her sniff him just to be sure. Nope-his scent was nothing like Benjamin's

I couldn't come up with any possible connection

I sighed and hoisted Truman onto

the guy.

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