Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 695

Chapter 695: Become My Hostage

Cane hit the floor hard, crashing onto his back with a snarl as blood gushed from his nose and Micah smiled in satisfaction.

Ouch. That had to hurt.

Micah stepped forward to snatch the bastard up only for something to punch into his side with a loud sound. He staggered, hand reaching instinctively to his side and brows tightening in pain. The incubus looked down only to realize he had been hit, his hand red with his blood.

He jerked his head up and spotted the shooter. The wolf’s eyes brightened when he realized the bullet had hit and prepared for another shot to end him. But Micah moved fast, grabbed Cane by the collar, and hauled him upright, using the bigger male as a shield.

Already, more wolves poured into the hall from every corridor, filling the space. There was nowhere to run or hide. He was trapped.

Micah tightened his grip around Cane’s neck, black claws extending from his fingers, unmistakably demonic.

"One more step," he hissed a warning, "and I’ll open his throat."

The wolves hesitated, fear washing over them. They knew from Micah’s demeanor that he wasn’t bluffing.

But the bloody and furious Cane laughed through his teeth. "Shoot him!" he barked at his men. "We outnumber the bastard—"

He didn’t finish because Micah deliberately slashed across his throat. It was not deep enough to kill him, but enough to cause him pain and steal his voice. The blood spilled at once, staining the front of Cane’s shirt.

Micah growled, "Now would you back off?!"

They began to retreat, slowly, and cautiously, but not nearly enough for his liking.

"More space! Unless you want him bleeding out on this floor." Micah ordered, baring his teeth.

His side throbbed violently. That bullet was silver and though he wasn’t a full werewolf, it sent pain lancing through his ribs. Micah gritted his teeth. He would not collapse here. Not when he was so close to ending this.

Cane’s eyes burned with rage and humiliation, but the claws at his throat kept him silent. He still wanted the title of Alpha, and wasn’t ready to die for pride. So he became a willing hostage.

"Make space for him." He ordered.

At once, the wolves backed away.

Micah began to move, dragging Cane with him, choosing the tighter pathways—narrow hallways where only one wolf could approach at a time. He kept Cane positioned between him and any open angles, making it impossible for someone to get a clear shot without hitting their self-named Alpha.

Finally, he reached a side exit and shoved it open with his shoulder, stumbling outside.

Cold air slapped his face.

Beyond the mansion, the terrain shifted into the outer grounds where there was only

dense brush, tall grass, and the beginning of a forest.

A perfect hunting ground for wolves.

More of Cane’s men streamed in from both sides of the estate, forming a semicircle. Their guns were raised, glowing eyes fixed on them as they awaited orders to make a move.

Out here, in the open, Micah was at a huge disadvantage. There was nowhere to hide, making him the perfect prey.

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