AN ALPHA IN HEAT: KNOTTED BY THREE POSSESSIVE ALPHAS의 모든 챕터: 챕터 171 - 챕터 180

The padlock icon on Vincent's phone vanishes, replaced by his private home screen and a dozen encrypted messaging apps.I do not bother reading his text messages, choosing to dive straight into the cartel's master server linked to his cloud storage.This is not just a local network for his street soldiers.This is the hidden digital vault where Vincent stored the blueprints for his vast empire."Jackpot," I whisper, tapping the glass to open a hidden directory labeled with a simple string of randomized numbers."What did you find in there?" Rhett asks, keeping his eyes focused on the foggy road as we speed toward the safety of the Southside."Everything," I tell them, my heart beating faster as the sheer volume of raw intelligence floods onto my hard drive.I scroll through detailed shipping manifests, offshore bank account routing numbers, and comprehensive ledgers listing every single politician the cartel ever bribed.Vincent documented his illicit businesses meticulously, leaving

My men press their backs against the wall, forming a line on either side of the door.I step right up to the front, refusing to waste time trying to pick the lock or negotiate with the guards inside.I lift my boot and kick the door right off its hinges, sending the frame crashing onto the floor inside.Two cartel soldiers look up in pure shock from a table covered in bags of powder.They scramble to reach the rifles resting against the wall, but they are way too slow.I pull the trigger twice, the deafening blasts from my shotgun echoing like thunder through the cavernous room.Both men drop instantly, and the rest of my squad floods into the building behind me.Gunfire erupts from the catwalks above as the cartel realizes they are under attack.I move through the chaos like a feral beast, letting my combat instincts guide my every step.Bullets snap past my ears and spark against the pillars, but I do not slow down or seek cover.I charge down a narrow hallway lined with equipment,

The hysterical scream of the cartel guard echoes through my earpiece, slicing straight through the quiet hum of the elevator.My heart stops dead in my chest.Pure, blinding terror rips through my veins, freezing the blood in my extremities.My beautiful, submissive mate is standing inside a massive bomb."Beau, get out of there!" I roar into my collar microphone, abandoning my usual cold restraint."Run right now!""We are moving!" Beau shouts back over the comms, his voice tight and breathless as boots pound against concrete in the background.I grip my assault rifle so tight my knuckles turn white.I want to tear the elevator doors open and sprint across the city to shield him.I am the oldest Alpha in our pack, and my deepest instinct is demanding I protect my lover at all costs.The jagged scar on my collarbone aches, a phantom reminder of the violence I have survived to build this family.But I am miles away in a high-rise downtown, riding a private elevator up to the fortieth f

His lieutenants and foot soldiers are bleeding out on the cold floors of their own safehouses.The Rossi cartel has no leadership left in this city.They are a headless snake, but a headless snake still has a venomous body hiding in the shadows.I am going to cut the body to pieces."Do not come home just yet, Alphas," I instruct them, turning my attention to a separate monitor on my desk."What else is there to do?" Beau asks, the exhaustion clear in his beautiful voice."We killed them all, Dean.""We killed the men, but we haven't killed the organization," I explain, cracking my knuckles."A cartel runs on money and fear."I open the master directory I downloaded from Vincent's bloody cell phone."We took away their fear today," I continue, typing a new set of commands. "Now I am going to take their money.""Can you even access their vaults?" Rhett asks, the strategic mastermind in him instantly intrigued."Vincent kept the routing numbers for their primary offshore accounts on his

I push the front doors open and step into the quiet foyer of the estate.Rhett walks in right behind me, his tall frame blocking the pale morning sunlight from spilling across the marble floor.The air inside the house is crisp and clean, offering a jarring contrast to the thick smell of smoke and copper clinging to my leather jacket.My combat boots leave a trail of dark ash against the pristine white stone, but I do not care about the mess right now.I look up and see Beau standing in the center of the vast room.My beautiful King turns to face us, his silver eyes wide and glassy as he takes in the sight of the blood staining our clothes.He lets out a long, ragged exhale, and his knees simply give out beneath him.The transition from brutal warfare to intense, primal need hits my system so fast it makes my vision blur.I drop my combat shotgun, letting the weapon clatter loudly against the marble floor so my hands are free.I have not slept in two days, and my muscles are screaming