Chapter 137 Silver Thunder
Chapter 137: Silver Thunder
Chapter 137: Silver Thunder
(Connor’s POV)
Gunfire ripped through the air, the sharp c***k echoing off the concrete walls of the abandoned building. The sound was so commonplace to the nearby residents that they dismissed it as another film crew shooting at the old construction site. They had no idea that werewolf pack politics had turned lethal within those crumbling walls.
Ten minutes earlier, I had arrived at the twenty–sixth floor and been confronted with a sight that nearly shattered my Alpha composure. Olivia hung suspended in Frederick Warner’s grip, her feet dangling above the perilous edge of the unfinished building. Twenty–six stories of empty air yawned beneath her.
Frederick’s powerful hand was wrapped around her throat, choking the life from my mate. Her amber eye were wide with terror and pain, her face pale from lack of oxygen. Even my wolf howled in anguish as primal fear seized my heart.
Bruises covered her face and arms. Blood trickled from a cut on her lip. My beautiful Olivia had been beaten and tortured by this monster.
Frederick tightened his grip around her throat, his eyes meeting my ice–blue gaze. He raised a brow in sardonic greeting, as if we were meeting for afternoon tea instead of a deadly confrontation.
“Please,” I managed to rasp out, my voice strained as my wolf struggled against human restraint. “Let her go.”
Frederick feigned amusement, toying with Olivia’s life like a predator playing with prey. I could see her consciousness fading as his grip cut off her air supply. The sight of my mate suffocating in my half–brother’s grasp felt like my very soul was being torn apart.
“I came alone, as you requested,” I said, forcing my voice to remain steady. “Release her immediately.” Frederick chuckled darkly and suddenly released Olivia, tossing her aside like discarded trash. She hit the concrete floor hard, gasping and coughing as air rushed back into her lungs.
“You…” My rage flared, my wolf surging forward as I took an involuntary step toward my injured mate.
A gunshot rang out from Frederick’s silver–loaded pistol. The bullet struck the ground inches from my feet, sending concrete chips flying. I froze, my face like ice as my wolf battled between protective fury and | calculated restraint.
Frederick kept his finger poised on the trigger, his own Alpha energy radiating dangerous intent: “I need to verify you’re truly alone,” he said calmly. “If you dare to play tricks, today, none of you will survive.”
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His rogue enforcers spoke into their communication devices, confirming through the static that no Divers pack members were detected in the surrounding area. Frederick’s lips curved in a cold smile as he the all–clear.
“A true mate indeed,” Frederick mocked, his voice dripping with contempt. “How touching that you’d risk everything for this female.”
“Now, can she leave?” I asked, my voice laced with barely suppressed Alpha authority.
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Frederick retorted with a taunt. “Why break up the loving mates in times of trouble?
I ignored his words, cautiously approaching Olivia with the careful movements of a wolf
injured packmate. She lay crumpled on the concrete, her breathing shallow and labored. The scent of her blood made my wolf whimper with the need to protect and heal.
“Why involve her in our feud?” I asked, gently examining her wounds. “She is innocent of the Rivers pack’s past sins. Why hurt her?”
My voice carried both the pain of a mate and the controlled fury of an Alpha whose territory had been violated. Frederick watched with amusement as I gathered Olivia into my arms, cradling her as if she were made of precious glass.
I checked her pulse and breathing, desperate to ensure my mate’s survival. Her heartbeat was weak but steady. Relief flooded through me as I felt the warmth of life still flowing through her body.
Olivia gasped awake, her amber eyes struggling to focus. “Con…nor…” she whispered, her voice barely
audible.
“Livy…” I responded softly, using the intimate nickname only was allowed. My heart ached at her condition, my wolf pressing against my consciousness with overwhelming protective instincts.
She saw me, relief mixed with fear flickering in her amber eyes. “Why did you come? Leave, quickly! Don’t mind me!” she croaked out.
Even in her weakened state, her Luna instincts were still trying to protect me. Her selfless courage moved me beyond words, strengthening my resolve to get her out of this nightmare.
Frederick applauded mockingly, his wolf enjoying our display of mate bond desperation. “Such touching love between destined mates.”
I lifted my gaze to meet Frederick’s, my ice–blue eyes now burning with the deadly calm of an Alpha protecting his pack. My voice became a steel–edged command that carried the weight of my bloodline authority.
“I’ll exchange myself for her. Send her away from this territory.”
Frederick laughed harshly, his own Alpha energy clashing against mine in the confined space. “Shouldn’t mates share in times of trouble? Why abandon your Luna when disaster strikes?”
I ignored his taunts, carefully lifting Olivia with supernatural gentleness. My touch was reverent despite the danger surrounding us. “I’m taking her downstairs. You will arrange for her safe passage from this territory.” As I spoke of sending Olivia away, I suddenly pivoted with werewolf speed, carrying my mate as I sprinted to the side of the building. Red laser dots appeared on Frederick’s forehead, followed by similar targeting beams on his rogue enforcers.
The precision markings of my elite sniper team painted deadly promises across their bodies, Fre widened as he realized he’d been putmaneuvered.
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“You brought your pack’s marksmen?” Frederick roared, his wolf snarling with rage.
My lips curved in a predatory smirk, my Alpha confidence returning. “Did you really think I’d come unprepared?”
Frederick’s rogues exchanged bewildered glances, their formation breaking as they realized invisible threats
surrounded them. The red dots tracked their every movement with mechanical precision.
Though surprised by my tactical deception, Frederick quickly regained his composure. Years of survival among rogue packs had taught him to adapt quickly to changing circumstances.
“Well played, Connor Rivers,” he said with grudging respect. “It wouldn’t be you if you simply walked into death’s embrace for a female, even your destined mate.”
But even now, Frederick remained confident. The sound of helicopter rotors filled the air, the aircraft hovering outside the twenty–sixth floor like a mechanical predator, Olivia turned toward the harsh sunlight streaming through the opening, squinting against the glare,
“Sister…” a familiar, terrified voice called out from the helicopter, carried on the wind.
Olivia’s amber eyes widened in horror as she saw Grace Winters, her eight–year–old half–sister, held captive by Derek Stone. The massive rogue enforcer dangled the child precariously from the aircraft, her small form a heartbreaking contrast to his brutal strength,
Olivia’s maternal instincts and pack bonds with her family member sent waves of anguish through her weakened body. She tried to struggle in my arms, desperate to reach her sister.
Frederick turned to us with renewed malicious pleasure, his wolf feeding off our despair. Tell me, Alpha Rivers… what will the little pup look like if she falls from this height?”
“No! Don’t touch her!” Olivia cried, her voice hoarse but filled with protective fury.
Frederick laughed darkly, savoring our helplessness. “Tell your marksmen to let us all leave this territory, or your precious sister will be turned into mincemeat right in front of you, future Luna.”