Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 101: The Meeting of Bosses

Just as Elias stepped into the restaurant, an assassin lunged at him from the side, a glinting knife aimed straight for his throat. If not for his quick reflexes, the blade might have succeeded in at least wounding him... if not killing him outright.

He twisted sharply, dodging the knife by mere inches. In one fluid motion, he seized the attacker’s wrist and stepped into his space. With practiced precision, he bent the man’s arm at an unnatural angle. A bone cracked audibly, and before the man could even scream, Elias slammed his free hand into his temple.

The man went limp instantly, unconscious.

Elias flung the attacker aside, and the body crashed into a table, flipping it over and scattering cutlery and glasses across the floor.

There was no time to admire his work.

Another man charged from behind. Sensing the approach, Elias twisted his torso in a near-impossible contortion, catching the assailant mid-lunge. His hand wrapped around the man’s throat and, with a controlled press to a pressure point, knocked him unconscious. The body slumped to the floor with a thud.

A sudden gunshot cracked across the room. Elias didn’t even flinch.

He knew the sound well... it was Raphael’s side of the room. And unless someone had silver bullets, there was nothing that could kill his brother-in-arms. He shook his head in irritation. Amateurs!

Another towering figure... a mountain of a man... came barrelling toward him, fist raised. Elias ducked low and slammed his shoulder into the man’s chest, pushing him off balance. The attacker threw a wild punch, but Elias caught the arm and twisted.

There was a sickening crunch.

The man howled in pain as his elbow shattered. Elias didn’t hesitate. He drove a fist directly into the man’s throat. The blow was so accurate that the attacker’s body went rigid before collapsing backward, taking two chairs and a small table with him. He didn’t linger, went for more.

Ten men down. And yet more came.

Two attackers lifted their pistols and fired at the same time. Elias cursed under his breath and dove to the side. One bullet missed him by a breath, tearing through the air where his head had been.

The other bullet was more accurately aimed... but Elias was faster. Grabbing a nearby table, he tilted it on its edge just in time. The bullet slammed into the surface with a loud crack, forcing him a few steps backward from the impact. His boots scraped across the floor as he struggled momentarily to regain balance.

Before the shooters could fire again, Elias launched forward.

His body twisted mid-air like a feline, his foot slamming into the chest of one man. Using the recoil, he propelled himself at the second shooter and landed a devastating punch across the jaw, knocking the man out cold.

dropped to

back,

He charged like a bolt of lightning, targeting the gunmen first. One by one, they fell... before even realizing what had hit them. After dispatching the

were spared. He moved like a phantom, leaving a trail of unconscious bodies in his

***

Raphael was locked in a fierce duel with a woman wielding a sword. Her movements were sharp and precise... far beyond what he

he used his full strength, he

gunshot rang

disrupting the flow of their battle. That brief gap gave him the perfect opening. In a flash, he lunged forward to dodge the bullet, using the momentum to deliver a swift

to block... but it was too late. His blow

through the restaurant like a hurricane. His strikes were

was no one left standing,

felt unsatisfying, like a fire snuffed out too soon. But before he could act on his irritation, Sebastian’s calm

accept

and walked toward Elias. "How many?" he

him with mildly

"Fuck! I got thirty-two. Just needed

smiled. His eyes sparkled with

swear,

walked out of the restaurant like a sulking

slowly approached the security officer, his expression

boss. With our power, we could’ve simply gone underground and

inside of his cheek. "You attacked first," he

he said instead. "We’ll manage things from

a while. Are you going to arrange

pulling out his phone. "I’ll call her right

asked, "Why do you want

man’s eyes darting toward the fallen bodies, replied coolly, "Don’t worry. No one’s dead. Within thirty minutes, they’ll all wake up. Some will need medical attention, but those who didn’t resist won’t have any complications. A few days’ rest will