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"MIA D'LORNE. BREE DEBOIS. CAPTURE PROTOCOLS AUTHORIZED. LETHAL FORCE APPROVED." "Well," Bree said, backing up slowly. "That's not good." "Understatement of the century." The Enforcer moved. Not with the lumbering gait you'd expect from something that size. It moved fast, hydraulics screaming as it lunged forward with one massive arm. We dove in opposite directions. The arm crashed into the floor where we'd been standing, punching through metal and concrete like they were paper. "Okay," Bree gasped, rolling to her feet. "New plan. We run."

Again, that's feminine 'cause a man would naturally apply pressure without any hassle. Donovan looked round again, making sure he was still in touch before proceeding. ''Being at the central ward with Senator's Kasidy's guest, the killer employed guile and deception to force her way into the ward. May I tell you that I was beaten to the floor under Natasha's weight before the killer made a bold for it?''

I had just stepped out of the forensic center when the roar of an engine ripped through the air behind me. The sound grew louder as it closed in on me, carrying a reckless, almost desperate fury. I instinctively turned. A massive truck barreled straight toward me, and behind the wheel was Florence, her face twisted with rage and madness. In a flash, I dove to the side. With a loud boom, the truck roared past me, almost grazing my skin. It slammed into the metal guardrail, crumpling the front end. In the next second, smoke curled from the engine.

His silver-grey eyes flared with the exact same blinding white intensity. The two children didn't look like vulnerable toddlers anymore. The terrifying, god-like potential of the combined Alonso-Cortez bloodline exploded from their tiny frames simultaneously. They didn't produce a vocal roar this time. Instead, their latent, raw spiritual energies fused together in perfect, instinctual harmony, creating a massive, visible dome of shimmering white pressure. The air pressure in the alleyway plummeted to zero. A fraction of a second later, the dome of energy expanded outward in a violent, catastrophic Force Push—a physical shockwave of pure, compressed Alpha authority.

He spun, his rifle spitting fire toward the console where Elias was pinned. The pain was a wall. Every time I tried to move, the disruptor sent a fresh wave of agony through my spine. I closed my eyes and forced the 3-2-1 ritual to ground me. Three. The smell of gunsmoke and Thorne’s chemicals. Two. The weight of the obsidian in my palm. One. The sight of Elias’s boot stepping from behind the console. I didn't try to ignite the threads. I forced my muscles to move the old way—the heavy, grinding way of the training pits. I rolled, ignoring the scream of my nerves.

Understand? I nodded mechanically. "I understand, Dad. I'll protect Ryland." Later, Dad beckoned our butler, Sebastian Smith, over and told him to take me upstairs to clean up. I followed Sebastian back to his room. As he helped me change out of my clothes, he froze in shock at the sight of the dark purple bruises covering my arms and back. "Callum, where did you get these bruises from? They're serious." I stood there blankly, my eyes lifeless.

I just released the pressure. A massive, concussive blast of pitch-black and violet magic erupted from my bare palm. The raw, unrefined kinetic force hit the two enforcers like a runaway semi-truck, physically lifting their three-hundred-pound frames and throwing them twenty feet across the driveway. They crashed through the orchard fence, the wooden posts shattering into splinters as they rolled into the dark trees.

Mikahali spanked my ass, and I fucked him hard, wondering what Dane's expression would be if he saw us now. I chuckled within knowing he wouldn't even care because I was worth nothing to him. He would just use this as an excuse to call off the wedding and that was something I wouldn't allow. I must get my revenge. Just then, I felt something building in me and yelled knowing it was my release as Mikahali's body tensed. "God." A shuddering moan escaped him as he thrust his cock roughly into me. "I am going to cum." He said and then I released with a cry, collapsing on his chest as he groaned and emptied all his seed in me.

They were Finger-shaped bruises wrapping around his forearm like someone had held him down. My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. “That’s not…” I started, my voice low, disbelieving. “That’s not from treatment.” Because I had seen treatment injuries. I knew the difference. This wasn’t careless handling. This was force. “You fought,” I said quietly. The words settled heavily in my chest because that’s exactly what this looked like. A struggle. “They held you down…” My throat tightened, but I forced the emotion back, forcing it down into something colder.

"Drill Thrust!" Noah's sword was cloaked with a spinning layer of Essence as he pierced at the beast before him. Now that he possessed the vast Essence reserve at the Peak of the Novice Stage, he could use Gravity Force to increase the weight of his sword strikes at a constant force of 300 kilograms! This was three-tenths a ton!