MasukHe decided to join a violent coup and point a loaded weapon at my sweet submissive mate, and that awful betrayal means he deserves to die here on the cold concrete without a single ounce of mercy.I exhale a long and slow breath to steady my racing heart, and I gently squeeze the sensitive metal trigger of my tactical rifle.The heavy weapon kicks hard against my shoulder, and the loud crack of the gunshot cuts through the wailing sirens just as the armor-piercing round flies through the dark and salty air.I watch through my thermal scope and see the lethal bullet shatter the glass window of the operator booth before striking the rebel guard directly in the center of his chest.The traitor collapses backward and disappears from my line of sight, and the sudden loss of their friend causes the other two snipers to pause their random shooting in pure shock and fear."Target one is down, so move the strike team up to the next row of containers while they are distracted and scared!" I yel
The deafening crash of Captain Martin breaking through the thick wooden shipping crate echoes across the silent waterfront and destroys any hope we had of keeping this infiltration a secret from the rebel forces tonight.The rogue shotgun blast from a few seconds ago still rings loudly in my sensitive ears, and I know every single traitorous guard in this western sector just heard the violent noise over the sound of the crashing ocean waves."Fuck, our stealth cover is blown, so everyone get behind the steel containers right now before they spot us!" Rhett roars over the open communication channel, and our dominant Alpha grabs Beau by the shoulder to pull him into the dark shadows.I press my back against the rusted and cold wall of a massive red cargo unit, and I raise my customized tactical rifle to scan the dark perimeter for any incoming threats approaching our position.Bright yellow emergency sirens suddenly blare across the pitch-black docks, and the harsh wailing sound slices
"The Triad merger made us stronger, and we have enough money and soldiers to defeat Vincent Rossi tomorrow morning," Beau explains, and he tries to step forward to close the distance between them."Stay back before I shoot you, because I will never serve a syndicate ruled by Alphas who mate with other Bosses!" Martin screams in absolute panic."Do you really think a violent rebellion is going to save your men from the cartel mercenaries?" I ask the terrified captain, and I slowly shift my weight to prepare for an attack."I-I know the cartel is dangerous, but serving Vincent Rossi is better than bowing down to a weak submissive and his Northside masters," Martin spits out with venom, and he glares at the fresh bite marks on Beau's neck.The old man truly believes his toxic prejudice justifies his betrayal, and he refuses to see the raw power radiating from his own Boss.Beau survived ten years of torture and led our forces through a massive firefight, but this stubborn captain only se
I stop walking the exact moment Beau freezes in his tracks near the edge of the rusted shipping container.I stand just two steps behind my sweet mate, and my heart drops into my stomach when I look over his shoulder.A veteran Southside captain stands in the dark shadows with a heavy shotgun raised to his shoulder.The wide barrel of the weapon points directly at Beau's chest, and the threat makes my blood boil with instant rage.I expect Beau to draw his pistol and shoot the traitor in the face, but my brave mate just stands there in pure shock.Beau does not feel any fear right now, because the only emotion radiating from his vanilla scent is raw and devastating heartbreak.He trusted this specific captain with his life for many years, and the old man guarded Beau back when Marcus still ruled the streets."I-I told you to stay at the estate tonight, Boss, because I never wanted to hurt you," the captain stammers with a fearful shake in his voice.The old man holds his ground and ke
I step back from the stone railing and walk toward the mansion because I know we do not have a single second to waste if we want to save our loyal workers from this brutal mutiny.Rhett, Seth, and Dean follow me with their weapons held low, and the four of us move with a silent focus that would make any sane man run for his life.We reach the subterranean armory located underneath the estate, and I pull the heavy sliding door open to reveal rows of dark metal lockers filled with advanced combat gear.I walk over to my assigned station and grab a matte black magazine from the shelf, and I carefully load each specialized armor-piercing round into the steel clip with a rhythmic, satisfying click."D-do you really think we can retake the docks without losing more of our men tonight, Boss?" Daniel asks from the doorway, and the young hacker watches me arm myself with a nervous look in his eyes."We are going to take those docks back, Daniel, and I do not care how many of those traitors hav
"We need to call them on the radio and demand their surrender, because I will not let them tear this family apart for petty politics," I declare with a furious growl, and I hand my heavy radio to my mate so he can address the traitors.Beau presses the transmit button and speaks into the microphone with the same terrifying authority he used inside the dining room just a few minutes ago."This is your King speaking, and I am ordering the Southside lieutenants at the western docks to stand down and drop your weapons immediately," Beau commands over the open frequency.We stand in the quiet garden and wait for a response, but the radio only crackles with a long and agonizing stretch of empty static.Beau presses the button again and repeats his strict orders, but the rebel soldiers simply refuse to answer his direct calls and reject his authority.The heavy glass doors swing open again, and Seth and Dean come rushing out onto the stone patio with their weapons drawn and ready for a bruta
The heavy steel elevator doors slide shut with a loud mechanical thud, and the digital locks click into place. The sound echoes through the open living space of the underground bunker.Seth, Dean, and Daniel are gone. They are heading up to the surface to execute a strike team assault, and I am alo
The terrifying realization leaves my mouth and settles directly into the quiet space of the underground bunker, and the profound silence lasts for only a single fraction of a second before Seth completely loses control of his logical mind. His primal instincts violently override his usual composed
Rhett's fingers easily manipulate the remaining buttons on my tailored shirt, and I desperately want to push his hands away to preserve my dignity, but my heavy arms absolutely refuse to lift from my sides. The massive dose of experimental suppressants is currently surging through my bloodstream, a
The heavy wood of the oak door vibrates against my back as Rhett hits his fist against the solid frame, and the loud noise echoes terribly inside my ears. I am trapped on the carpeted floor with agonizing cramps developing severely in my abdomen, and the distinct scent of my own slick is rapidly fi







