Chapter 268
Chapter 268:
His hands were everywhere—cupping my face, running down my arms, checking for broken bones, for blood. His skin burned hot, and the moment he touched me, the familiar electric current of the mate-bond snapped into place, chasing away the cold.
“Did he touch you?” Dallas demanded. His eyes swirled with a violent, glowing gold—Ragnar was close to the surface. “Did he hurt you p>
“No,” I whispered, leaning into him, drawing strength from his solid presence. “He just locked me in. He said he bought my debt p>
A low, dangerous rumble started deep in Dallas’s chest. He rose to his feet, pulling me up with him and tucking me firmly against his side. He looked at the barricaded door, his expression twisting into a snarl that promised consequences.
“He thinks a few pieces of wood can keep what is mine from me p>
A𝗱𝗱ict𝗶𝘷е 𝗌𝗍о𝗋ieѕ 𝘰𝗻
“He barricaded it from the outside,” I warned, my voice still trembling.
He didn’t wait. He didn’t look for a key or a crowbar. He stepped forward and delivered a kick of such devastating force that the entire door frame exploded outward. Wood splintered and shrieked as the heavy oak door was blasted clean off its hinges, taking Braydon’s makeshift barricade with it.
The path was clear.
Dallas wrapped his arm around my waist and guided me over the wreckage and out into the driving rain.
“Vance had a shot,” Dallas said, his voice stripped of all emotion, as cold as the rain soaking through our clothes. “My Gamma had a sniper rifle trained on Braydon’s chest from the moment he stepped out of that car. I didn’t give the order only because I didn’t want you to see it p>
I stumbled, looking up at him. “You were watching p>
“I am always watching,” he growled, pulling open the door of a sleek black SUV waiting on the service road.
The warmth inside was immediate. Vance Decker sat in the driver’s seat, his face grim and alert. He nodded to me as I climbed in, his eyes already scanning the perimeter.
“Clear, Alpha,” Vance said.
Dallas slid in beside me. The door sealed us in a quiet, leather-scented cocoon, but the tension radiating off him was suffocating. He pulled out his phone, his thumbs moving rapidly across the screen.
“What are you doing?” I asked, watching his jaw tighten.
“Correcting a mistake,” Dallas murmured. He hit send and tossed the phone onto the console. “Braydon thinks he can play games with ownership? He thinks he can buy you like a piece of furniture p>
The screen glowed between us. I leaned in and read the message he had just sent to the Alpha of the Hyde Pack and his son.
The deal for the Thorne asset is void. Consider this your eviction notice from the Council of Alphas.
“Dallas,” I breathed, staring at the words. “This is a declaration of war p>
He turned to me, his golden eyes burning with a possessiveness that stole the air from my lungs. He reached out, his thumb tracing slowly along my lower lip.
“No, Adella,” he said softly, the beast in his voice purring with dark satisfaction. “The war started the moment he looked at you. This is just the execution p>
Dallas