Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate novel Chapter 770

Don’t Want With Cyclone!

Hayley’s POV:

With one swift kick, I sent the guy in front of me flying, then used the momentum to leap off the wall, planting my feet against it twice before landing behind the group. In a flash, I whipped out my silver needles and struck four of them with pinpoint precision, hitting their pressure points before they even realized what was happening.

If Truman hadn’t been here, I would’ve let Hera take over and tear through them without wasting a second.

But now? I had to play it slow.

I glanced at the four I’d hit–each one collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

The rest of the crew hesitated, gripping their weapons tighter but not daring to take another step closer.

“Is she really just an Omega?” One of them muttered in disbelief. “She took down four of us in the blink of an eye!”

The man who seemed to be in charge stormed forward and bellowed, “Don’t back down! We’re with the Cyclone Pack–we’ve seen worse than this! Take her down, and the reward’s a hundred grand!”

Ah, money. The ultimate motivator. As soon as the words hundred grand hit the air, everything changed.

The fear on their faces vanished, replaced by greed and determination. All of them glared ferociously at

1. me.

The first shifted into a wolf and lunged.

Then came the second. The third. And more.

I didn’t flinch. My face remained calm as I slipped a hand into my pocket, fingers curling around a tiny spray bottle.

It was a gift from Claudio back when he was still around–a special wolfsbane mist. Knocked out wolves in seconds. Way more efficient than needles.

I tightened my grip on the bottle, ready to pull it out, when a voice suddenly roared from behind the attackers-“Stand down! All of you!”

Everything froze. The fighters hesitated, slowly turning around–and there he was. Truman. The once- arrogant gang leader was now locked in Truman’s grip.

One of Truman’s hands was casually tucked into his coat pocket, while the other was wrapped mercilessly around the guy’s neck.

I relaxed my fist and crossed my arms, silently watching the show.

Truman knew exactly what he was doing–take down the leader, and the rest would fall in line. Classic alpha

move.

The leader kept his head down/trembling as the blade of a knife pressed against his skin. He swallowed hard, clearly panicked. “Sir, you’re not from around here, are you?” he stammered. “Look, I’m with the Hanovers. You don’t want to mess with me. It won’t end well.”