La Guerrera Capitulo 37 Novels & Stories

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

I yelled when the pavement trembled boisterously that the rough and wild noise of the upcoming danger was deafening. "Xiomara, it's one of the Eleanor!" Cerulean shouted before dragging Belle and Herofus with him to hide. Damn. Now I'm starting to despise my own blood. "Fuck! What kind of beast is this?!" Lieutenant William cursed and began to shoot furiously. "Run! Run faster!" Lieutenant William was in my side while Grande was constantly firing from behind. Her men were defending their troops and the other volunteers who were with us. "Xiomara! The bullets couldn't penetrate their skin!"

The grip on me loosened instantly, and I heard a pained curse as the man behind me stumbled back. Seizing the moment, I darted away from my captor, and Hunter quickly pulled me to his side, shielding me. Turning back, I saw the source of the disruption. Rhea, despite her own injuries, had managed to strike the captor with a bigger flower vase, her fiery eyes shining even as she clutched her side in pain.

He regretted being so unrestrained when he saw a pretty young attendant. He did not expect that it would cause such serious consequences and possibly even costing his life. Who would have thought that Silver Face, the captain of the Red Flame Mercenaries who looked like he was halfway to the God Rank on the surface, would turn out to be a God Rank guardian? Everyone else did not expect it, let alone him. Otherwise, Dark Cape would not be as chaotic as it was now. Now he was seriously injured and as he was being carried by Killer, who was a mid-Dragon Ranker, he offered no resistance at all.

"We fight for those who cannot fight. We fight for those who have been silenced. We fight for the future." I raised the dagger, the silver gleaming in the pale light. "And we fight for the fallen." A roar erupted from the column—a thousand voices, a thousand hearts, united in a single, defiant cry. I turned to face the fortress. "March." We moved forward. The war had begun. --- END OF CHAPTER 37

THE GUERRA ESTATE ~ SPAIN Gabriella burst into her father’s study at the Guerra estate. Her hair was messy, her makeup streaked, and her eyes were wild with anger. “He humiliated me!” she yelled. “He threw me out like trash!” She didn’t wait for Esteban to respond. “Alejandro had his guards drag me out and throw me into the street!” she cried. “For her! For that American nothing!” Esteban Guerra sat behind his black-marble desk, calm and silent. His silver hair was perfectly combed, his face unreadable, his cold blue eyes fixed on the papers in front of him.

But my moment of relief was short-lived as Vera quickly regained her composure and turned to face me, her eyes blazing with fury. "You'll pay for that!" she yelled as she charged towards me. "Bring it on," I replied, bracing myself for impact. I could feel the fear rising in my chest as Vera charged towards me, her claws extended. I stumbled backward, trying to avoid her attacks with the pipe, but she was too fast for me. I could feel her claws grazing my skin, leaving deep cuts that burned with pain. Gabriel and Neo appeared out of nowhere, and they quickly joined the fray. They fought off the extra Veras, taking them down with swift and brutal efficiency.

The words landed hard. Because she already knew they were true. Now that she had seen Guerero fight with her own eyes, she could no longer lie to herself. Then suddenly, Guerero saw Genaro. And something inside him snapped. His eyes turned wild instantly. No strategy. No caution. Just rage. He charged straight at Genaro. Danika barely had time to react. Guerero slammed into her shoulder as he rushed forward, throwing her violently aside. She crashed hard against the ground.

But Gabriel’s hand found hers, squeezing hard enough to ground her. “Don’t look at the ruin,” he said, his voice hoarse but steady. “Look at me.” Her eyes snapped to his. In the storm of battle, his gaze was the only anchor she had. She nodded once, forcing breath into her lungs, forcing her body to move. They plunged back into the fray. The third wave was unlike the others. These were not ordinary soldiers they were Joana’s chosen, her fanatics. They fought with eerie precision, their eyes glazed, their movements tireless, as if their very humanity had been burned away.

And when I glanced beside me, I gasped in remorse and fear as I saw Maddy, still struggling to stay awake and wrapped in plastic. "H-Help…" she mouthed at me, her eyes barely opening. It saddens me to see her in this state, but I know no words or actions can help her, especially if Santi’s hand’s on my neck. I'm flooded with remorse and guilt. I just helped the demons deliver her to hell. "Let's end this one and throw them both in the underground, sir!" Gueverra threw blows at my face again, nearly killing me as raindrops rained on us.