《Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

The dining table groaned under our combined weight with every slap of his hips against my bare thighs. He didn't waste time with slow, gentle strokes. He fucked me with the same terrifying, unrelenting authority he used to command the fortress—each thrust deep, hard, and ruthless, hitting that exact swollen spot inside me until my vision blurred with stars.Red emergency lights strobed over us, painting his sweat-glistening skin in blood-colored light while the sirens blared overhead. The contrast was intoxicating—the world outside falling apart, the fortress under siege, and inside, Lucien claiming every inch of me on top of the dinner table."Look at me, Amber," Lucien commanded, his large hand coming up to cup my jaw, forcing my blown-out eyes to meet his dark, burning gaze. "Tell me who you’re doing this with.""You..." I choked out, a helpless moan escaping as he drove deeper, my hands gripping his shoulders as another wave of intense pleasure began coiling sharp and fast in my g

The battle raged in continuous waves, but as the mutated horde pressed harder against the structure, a heavy brute slammed its massive body directly beneath my section of the catwalk. The impact rattled the entire steel framework.My boot slipped on a patch of wet, blackened grease on the grating, and my balance gave out completely.I gasped as I tumbled backward over the railing, the dark, snapping jaws of the swarm waiting below.Before I could even plummet, a massive hand shot out and clamped firmly around my wrist, hauling me back up in one powerful, effortless motion. Lucien pulled me flush against his broad chest, his storm-cloud eyes wide with a flash of rare, heart-stopping terror before settling into pure rage.A high-pitched, terrified scream echoed from a few meters down the wall."Amber!"Little Lily, who was standing near the second-line guards, had seen me slip. Terror completely overwhelmed her small body, unleashing her dormant mana in a massive, uncontrolled wave. Th

I organized a few of our best, preparing to fool their eyes and prepare a countermeasure fast. I picked five of the newly awakened— Theo, two Earth wielders, and two Fire users—along with Pedro and a squad of six sharp-shooting marines. The plan was simple: put on a show. We’d look bruised, battered, and limping, drawing them right into the primary kill zone outside the turnpike gate before slamming the hammer down.​And of course, Daniel and Lucien weren't part of this team.​They almost had my head because of it.​"Are you out of your fucking mind, Amber?" Lucien growled, his hand clamping down on my shoulder like an iron clamp, spinning me around to face him on the observation deck. His eyes were burning with a dark, terrifying rage. "You think I'm sitting back in the command hub while you walk out past the main gate to play bait for a syndicate convoy?"​"Boss is right, Feisty," Daniel drawled, though there was zero humor in his voice. He stepped into my space, his eyes narrow

​Outside, the heavy steel shutters along the high battlements slid open overhead with a deafening, mechanical roar. Before Wesley or his two Awakened brutes could even register where we had vanished to, the automated turrets locked on.​Heavy, fifty-caliber rounds chewed through the concrete road directly in front of the Syndicate trucks, sending chunks of asphalt flying into the air like shrapnel and blowing out their front tires in a spray of rubber and sparks.​Wesley stumbled backward in the dense smoke, his face draining of all color as the loud rumble of the heavy artillery shook the ground beneath his boots.​"What the fuck?!" he screamed, scrambling blindly toward the passenger door of his lead rig. "Fire back! Tear those fucking gates down! And grab the girl!"​"She's already gone, you idiot!" the Metal user roared, thrusting his arms forward through the clearing smoke. His metallic skin gleamed as he attempted to reach out toward our outer gate, intending to peel the steel s

The refugees gasped, throwing their hands into the air in pure panic."Please! We didn't do anything!" the bearded man shrieked.I clutched Lucien's vest, my breathing ragged, my chest heaving as I forced my dim, unfocused eyes to open. Blood was dripping down my chin, staining his dark uniform, but my mind was racing through the blinding pain.The alarm. The coughing. The fainting.Those weren't random complications happening in the compound three days from now.They were distractions.The blank spot in Person Fourteen’s future meant his actions were directly tied to a major timeline event that my foresight couldn't fully render yet—because his sole purpose for being here was to trigger an orchestrated sabotage from the inside.I leaned my head against Lucien's jaw, my voice raspy, broken, but dripping with absolute, unwavering certainty as I pointed a trembling, blood-stained finger toward the fourteenth man at the end of the table."He doesn't get a room," I rasped, my cold gaze lo