บททั้งหมดของ AN ALPHA IN HEAT: KNOTTED BY THREE POSSESSIVE ALPHAS: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Dean's chilling words hang in the quiet air of the safehouse, and the terrifying truth hits my chest with a massive wave of pure shock.I stare at the bright laptop screen while my mind struggles to process the heavy weight of his statement, because my father died exactly ten years ago today.The cartel ambush from tonight is not just a random attack for drug territory, and the evidence proves the traitor planned this treason for a very long time.I need to see the actual proof with my own eyes before I can believe such a horrible reality, so I demand Dean to show me the hidden documents right now.Dean nods his head to accept my harsh order, and he reaches into his tactical bag to pull out a small digital projector.He connects the small device to his laptop with a thick black wire, and he points the glass lens directly at the blank concrete wall of the safehouse.A bright square of light flashes onto the gray wall, and the decrypted cartel files appear in huge black letters for ever

The pale morning sun bleeds through the narrow cracks of the heavy blast shutters, and the cold light casts long shadows across the dirty concrete floor of the safehouse.My fingers tremble just a fraction as I fasten the silver buttons of my crisp white dress shirt, because my system is violently rebelling against the sudden halt of my natural cycle.A sharp and vicious cramp twists deep inside my lower stomach, and I have to lean my heavy weight against the edge of the metal dining table while I gasp for a steady breath.My skin flushes with a desperate fever that begs for the soothing touch of my mates, but I force the heavy mating urges down into the darkest corner of my mind so I can focus on the war.I refuse to surrender to the sweet haze of the submissive drop right now, because the traitor who murdered my father is currently sitting on my stolen throne.I wipe a bead of cold sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, and I reach for the black silk tie resting on the back of

Marcus's lying voice echoes through the thick oak doors of the boardroom, and the sickening sound of his fake grief makes my stomach turn in pure disgust because I know he orchestrated the brutal murder.I do not want to listen to his terrible and manipulative speech for another second, so I pull my secure tactical tablet from the side pocket of my heavy black vest to begin our assault.We need to trap these traitors inside the room before we reveal our presence, because a panicked mob of twenty armed men running into the narrow hallways will cause a very messy and deadly gunfight.I tap the dark screen of my device with my thumb, and the bright display illuminates my face while the central security mainframe of the sprawling Southside estate slowly loads on the screen.Rhett stands right beside me with his tactical rifle raised, and he watches the long corridor behind us to make sure no more loyal guards try to ambush our tight group from the rear.Seth keeps his massive hands restin

The dim red emergency lights snap back on with a loud electronic hum, and the sudden crimson glow illuminates the massive boardroom so everyone can see the impossible truth standing right in front of them.The twenty Southside lieutenants freeze in their tracks while a collective gasp of pure terror escapes their lips, because they truly believed I died in a dark basement last night.The angry shouts die in their dry throats, and the heavy silence of absolute shock replaces the chaotic noise of the panicked mob in a matter of seconds.They drop their heavy weapons to the carpeted floor when they realize my Triad guards own the room, and they stare at my face with wide and terrified eyes.Marcus feels the cold steel of the silver-plated revolver pressing hard against the back of his bald skull, and his confident posture shatters into pieces right inside his expensive leather chair.He slowly turns his head just a tiny fraction to look over his shoulder, and his pale eyes widen in sheer

The sudden disappearance of the adrenaline leaves my veins feeling very cold and hollow, and my trembling fingers simply refuse to maintain their tight grip on the heavy silver revolver.The expensive weapon slips right out of my weak hands, and the metal makes a loud clattering sound when it hits the carpeted floor next to Marcus's dead body.I let out a sharp and involuntary gasp when a massive flood of thick slick suddenly saturates my aching core, and the overwhelming wetness soaks right through my tailored underwear.My legs instantly lose all their strength to support my heavy weight, and my knees crash down hard onto the bloody floor right in front of the twenty kneeling lieutenants.The pristine and untouchable Boss facade I maintained for ten long years vanishes in a single second, and I curl my body forward over my stomach while another agonizing cramp tears through my system.A heavy and undeniably submissive scent of sweet vanilla bursts from my sweat-drenched skin, and th