Novel & Cerita Meliodas Hands Off My Woman

The absolute ex Alpha and Luna from Rock Mountain who have a reputation for colonizing, killing countless innocent victims, illegal slave trading, drugs, kidnapping, and brutal genoside. When Chloe saw them in that cage she felt relieved. They wouldn't hurt anyone else anymore. A woman who looked quite old and had all her hair turned white came towards them with a limping walk. She was carrying a golden goblet and held it out to the two of them. “Your blood, Alpha, Luna..” She said. Chloe was quite surprised when she heard her voice. Apart from her appearance, she sounded still very fit. Cillian took the golden goblet from her and turned to face Chloe. She was still in her wedding dress, but

Alaric spoke for the last time, looking into my eyes, "And, by the way, I never loved you. I hated every second with you." "Light the warehouse on fire. Burn her!" Magnus ordered his warriors, as I watched every one of them leave one by one after lighting the warehouse on fire. I watched Alaric and Kimberly wave me goodbye before they stepped out of the warehouse, leaving me to die as I took my final breath. During those final breaths, I glanced at the moon one last time through the window and prayed to the moon goddess.

I spat my blood into her chest, seeing it splatter across her Snow White skin. “Go to fucking hell, you sadistic bastard!” She spat more of my blood at me, a ring of it around her mouth as she struggled for a breath. Slap! I brought my hand across her face, seeing it almost immediately turn red from the impact. “That’s what I want, fight me, resist me; make me work hard for you, Goddess.” Dominion took over, shoving Melody hard to the floor and wrenching her knees apart, Malik g her scream and try to hit me.

“You don’t own anything to give.” Fremilde’s hands trembled. “I can serve you—serve the dragons—” “You already did,” Valia said. “your ruin shall be my message to every fool who dares mistake me for prey.” One final strike, swift and clean, landed on Fremilde's face. She fell, crumpling into the water with a dull splash. The fight was over. Valia straightened, chest heaving. The cave fell quiet except for the soft drip of water from above. The oppressive pressure Fremilde’s magic had left behind began to lift.

He was out cold. I grabbed Rodah’s arm, my grip tight and unyielding. She was shaking, her green eyes wide as she clutched the cold iron of the SIG Sauer. She was a civilian, a woman caught in a storm of blood she never asked for. "We're leaving. Now," I growled, dragging her toward the private elevator. "Martinez, who is Maldok?" she whispered frantically, her bare feet slapping against the rug as I pulled her into the steel box.

She just hung there, limp in the crab’s claw, water swirling around her like shadows. “You think you like the rage? Fine! Use it! But use it to fight back! Not to destroy yourself!” Cancer laughed. “Oh Pelin, forget about it. She’s mine now.” But something shifted. Manolya’s hand twitched. Then she looked up. And her eyes weren’t empty anymore. Manolya said steadily, “Rage’s Blade!” She slashed down, slicing off the smaller claw that held her like a thumb. She dropped into the water with a splash as Cancer roared.

A Month Ago On that night, I stood tall. I refused to let that fucking despicable bitch, Melinda, witness any further weakness in me. As Daemon's rejection resounded in the air, he collapsed into a comatose state, leaving Melinda to revel in her victory. She gloated, revelling in the fact that she would now become Luna and demanded that I leave the pack. However, I was determined to hold onto something amidst the devastation—I would take the pups with me. That much, at least, I could salvage from this heartbreaking situation.

I don’t think I can stand another blow. The woman finally lifts her heel. “Cheerio,” she says lightly, as if we’ve just wrapped up afternoon tea. “See you again soon.” I fucking hope not. Mel drapes herself over me protectively, teeth gritted, but the woman’s already sliding into the van. The bitch lifts her phone to her ear. “It’s done!” Only that. “Okay, I’ll tell them.” She glances back at us. “The Old Man sends his regards.” With a flick of her hand, she orders, “Let’s go, fellas. Take the car — it’s yours.”

My hands rise, trying to block it off. “Welcome home traitor,” I hear the voice of the old man, and a great fear grips me. I force my eyes to look through the light, trying to get a confirmation of the voice. I hear right. The old man stands beside the car that transmitted the light, his men stationed beside him. But two of the men are holding the arms of Melisa in captivity. She looks very weak and is bleeding from her mouth. And I noticed the intense bruises on her body.

I didn’t want him to think I was like everyone else thought I was. The tears were threatening to come, but I refused to be weak. I lifted my hand and touched the woman’s wrist, my voice low. “Let go of me.” She blinked, but her grip didn’t loosen. Hades tilted his head, his voice turning cold. “You’re still holding her? You really want to lose those filthy hands.” Something in the way he said it made the air in the room change. And whatever she heard in his tone was enough to cut through her defiance, because she instantly yanked her hand back, stumbling one step away from me.