Page 33 of Alpha’s Fake Marriage

Truthfully, I had been expecting more, but perhaps that was all I could hope for since this was a man who had his lesser fight for him.

What a fool.

With Damien defeated, I rose up victorious, his chest heaving with exertion as I gazed down at my pathetic fallen adversary.The tension that had gripped the clearing slowly began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of triumph and relief.

However, that relief was short lived as I suddenly found myself staring down the barrel of a gun wielded by Yuri, Damien’s younger brother.

In that heart stopping moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl as my instincts kicked into over drive. My mind raced, calculating my options and assessing the threat before me. Silver bullets glinted ominously in the dim light, a stark reminder of the danger I now faced. Silver bullets were one of the most dangerous things a wolf shifter could ever have to face. The fact that the Bratva had them showed how ruthless they truly were.

With a steady hand and unwavering resolve, I met Yuri’s gaze head on, my jaw set in a firm line as I prepared to defend myself against the imminent threat once again. Every muscle in my body tensed, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice.

Despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I remained calm and composed, my mind clear and focused amidst the chaos. I knew that one wrong move could spell disaster, but I refused to let fear paralyze me.

As Yuri hesitated just a little, a silent stand-off ensued, we locked in a battle of wills. My senses were heightened, attuned to the slightest shift in this adversary’s demeanor, ready to react with lightning speed.

“Do it,” Damien murmured from the ground. “Do it you idiot.”

Yuri hesitated no more.

The crack of the gun shot shattered the stillness of the forest, sending a shock wave of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Instinctively, I twisted my body, narrowly dodging the lethal trajectory of the silver bullet. But even as I evaded the fatal blow, the searing pain of impact lanced through my leg like a white hotdagger, igniting a blaze of agony that threatened to consume me whole.

Gritting my teeth against the excruciating torment, I stumbled backward, my senses reeling from the onslaught of pain. The acrid scent of burned flesh filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood as it welled up from the deep gash in my leg, a grim testament to the ferocity of Yuri’s attack.

For a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, the world reduced to a blur of motion and sensation. But even as I battled to regain my bearings, I knew that I could not afford to falter now, not when Irina and her mother’s lives hung in the balance.

With a fierce determination burning in me, I pushed myself to my feet, my muscles straining against the weight of my wounded body. Every step sent waves of agony rippling through my injured leg, threatening to buckle beneath me with each passing moment. But still, I pressed on, driven by an unwavering resolve to protect those I held dear.

As I closed the distance between myself and Yuri, I felt a surge of fury boiling up within me, a primal rage that threatened to consume me whole. With a savage snarl, I lunged forward, my movements fueled by a potent cocktail of adrenaline and desperation.

Yuri’s eyes widened in surprise as I bore down on him, his gun raised in a futile attempt to fend off the inevitable. But even as he pulled the trigger, the futility of his efforts became painfully apparent, his shot sailing wide as my fist connected with bone crushing force.

The impact sent Yuri reeling backward, his grip on the gun loosening as he staggered to maintain his balance. With a swift, decisive motion, I seized the opportunity, wrenching the weapon from Yuri’s grasp and flinging it aside with a contemptuous snarl.

In the blink of an eye, the tables had turned, the hunter now the hunted, as I closed in for the kill. With a feral growl, I launched myself at Yuri, my fists raining down upon my adversary with unbridled fury.

Each blow was a symphony of pain and vengeance, a cathartic release of pent up rage that threatened to consume me whole. Yuri crumpled beneath the onslaught, his cries of anguish lost amidst the din of battle. I was going to let him live, but I needed him to understand that this was not to happen again.

But even as the echoes of our struggle faded into the night, I knew that the true battle had only just begun. Damien had recovered enough to get to his feet once more.

The air crackled with tension as I faced off against Damien once more, the weight of our impending clash hanging heavy in the air. Despite the searing pain of the silver burn on my leg, I refused to let it distract me from the task at hand.

With a fierce determination burning in my eyes, I braced myself for the inevitable confrontation, my muscles coiled like a tightly wound spring ready to unleash its pent up energy. Every fiber of my being was focused on the battle ahead, a primal instinct driving me forward.

As Damien lunged forward, the gun that he had grabbed in hand, my reflexes kicked in with lightning speed. With a deft movement, I managed to knock the weapon from Damien’s grasp, sending it skittering across the ground. But Damien was relentless, his ferocity matched only by his determination to claim victory at any cost.

In a desperate bid to regain the upper hand, Damien lunged forward once more, his movements fueled by a savage fury that bordered on madness. I knew that I had no choice but to defend myself with lethal force, my survival depending on it.

With a swift and decisive motion, I delivered a fatal blow, my actions guided by instinct and necessity. The sound of ourstruggle echoed through the night air, a grim reminder of the violence that threatened to consume us both.

As Damien fell to the ground, life draining from his body, I felt a profound sense of sorrow wash over me. Despite the danger he had posed, Damien was still a life lost, a casualty of the brutal conflict that raged between us. I hated the idea of being responsible for a life lost like this. It was devastating, no matter he was or what he had done.

But there was no time for remorse as I quickly assessed the situation, my senses on high alert for any sign of further danger. With Damien defeated and Yuri having clearly vanished as the fight took place, I knew that the threat had been neutralized, if only temporarily.

As the adrenaline began to fade, I felt the full extent of my injuries, the pain radiating through my body like a relentless tide. But amidst the agony, there was also a sense of relief, knowing that I had emerged victorious against overwhelming odds.

With a weary sigh, I allowed myself a moment of respite, my mind racing with thoughts of the challenges that lay ahead. But for now, I would savor the hard won victory, knowing that I had done what was necessary to protect those I cared about most.

Ring, ring…

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