Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 227: Dance A Little More

The final gunfire echoed and the dance of bullets finally ended.

There was nothing but silence.

The air was thick with smoke and the acrid stench of gunpowder, corpses and spent cartridges littering the room.

However, outside the door were muffled screams and sporadic gunshots as Philip and the compelled guards carried out Asher’s earlier instruction to keep the rest of Red Dragon’s members from barging in.

In the room itself, Asher stepped out from the side he’d used for cover, dusting off stray bits of debris as though this deadly scuffle had been nothing more than a minor nuisance.

At the same time Samuel crawled out from under the table, pale and shaken but unscathed. Across from him, Umal and his two remaining guards emerged from the same table, their eyes wide with horror when they saw the aftermath.

All of Samuel’s capos—his highest-ranking men, those who had commanded their own factions, and reported directly to him and Titan— and his guards, all lay dead.

Samuel’s breath hitched, his face torn between disbelief and grief as his eyes raked over the carnage. This was a catastrophic loss for Red Dragon, the kind that could destabilize everything.

Samuel bowed his head, hands balling into fists, his body tight with fury and mourning. He whispered bitterly, "You’re that wolf, the one that can do stuff with his mind."

His dark gaze snapped up to Asher, his expression now steeled with acceptance and resentment.

"What do you want?" His voice was edged with exhaustion and wariness. "Your kind doesn’t travel this far for nothing."

"I’m sorry for your loss." Asher’s tone sounded sympathetic, yet lacked real warmth.

bodies, then back to Samuel. "But it’s not

wanted to avenge his men, but he could not defeat Asher. Not to mention the wolves were involved now. This matter

continued, stepping forward. "And you’re right, I

abruptly stopped, his keen senses picking up the faintest click behind him. His slitted eyes snapped to Umal, whose hand subtly rested on the lock of

it, something about the man’s demeanor rang alarm bells in his mind. There

from the start to avoid eye contact. That singled him out as someone more dangerous or better informed. That wasn’t normal. It wasn’t a coincidence

him,

might be a question with

snatched the briefcase and barked out a command at the

the commotion, slammed his fists against his chest as though to hype himself up.

challenge and Asher lifted an unimpressed brow. All he could see was a severely emaciated man asking for death. So he

him by the head in

power should have been enough to end the fight right there except the tester thrust his fist straight into his chest and Asher was sent

human. There was zero reason for him to pack

rushed back to Umal, who was retreating toward the door— the briefcase. Something about it unsettled him and

Not happening.

flanking him glanced toward him,

mind. The guard stiffened, then grabbed Umal from

and bursting open. Some of the small

in horror. No,