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.

let his gaze drift over the bodies, then back to Samuel. "But it’s not

he could not defeat Asher. Not to mention the wolves were involved now. This matter was

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

up the faintest click behind him. His slitted eyes

narrowed at once. Now that Asher thought about it, something about the man’s demeanor

to his powers, Umal had known from the start to avoid eye contact. That singled him

him, analyzing.

it might be a question with lethal consequences. It was all Asher

the briefcase and barked out a command at the tester. "Kill him!"

a feral roar erupted from the side of the room. The tester, who had been lurking during the commotion, slammed his

was a severely emaciated man asking for death. So he remained in

him by the head in a humiliating hold and a show of his werewolf

sheer disparity 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 flying, slamming to the ground meters away. The air left his lungs in a rush, and he actually coughed blood, eyes

scented this guy as human. There was zero reason for him to pack such insane strength. It was

was smart and his gaze rushed back to Umal, who was retreating toward the door— the briefcase. Something about

Not happening.

the gods were on his side, one of Umal’s guards flanking him glanced toward him, probably just

his mind. The guard stiffened, then grabbed Umal from behind and

briefcase flying from his grip and bursting open. Some of the small bottles tumbled free, rolling

widened in horror.