Page 1 of Knot my Alphas

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Damon

My fingers wrap around the throat of a man, squeezing hard. I exert my strength until his eyes are bulging out and he’s emitting a choking noise. The dagger he’s holding drops from his hand and lands at my feet.

Pulling back my fist, I punch him in the face, knocking him down to the ground in a motionless heap.

The smell of gunpowder and death hangs in the air, choking my lungs. My senses are overwhelmed by the cacophony of shouts and screams around me. Breathing hard, I look toward the group that’s fighting nearby.

It’s been over an hour since we got attacked by hordes of Black Widow mercenaries. They came prepared, blasting bombs and hailing gunfire on my unprepared men.

Most of the floodlights around the grounds have been damaged, making it even more difficult to trace the enemy. On top of that, the black uniforms of all the men make it difficult to discern friend from foe.

Spotting a man aiming his gun at me, I duck.

Bullets rain over me, narrowly missing me as I stay face down on the ground.

My soldiers close in on me, guarding me against the assailant.

My fingers grip at loose soil and gravel as I wait for a chance to kill the bastard who is shooting at me and my men.

I crawl forward, steadily gaining on the enemy while he shoots blindly at everyone around him. These terrorists are equipped with the best weapons but they lack basic combat training.

He doesn’t even see me as I extend my hands to grab his ankles. Tightening my grip, I jerk him off his feet.

The moment he collapses on the ground, I get on top of him and rain a series of punches on his face. Blood spurts from his smashed nose but I don’t care. I continue fisting him until the distinct sound of a chopper flying overhead grabs my attention.

I stop and look toward the sky.

To my astonishment, I spot a chopper steadily flying away from the mansion. Hadn’t I just taken it down?

I look toward the far corner of the grounds where the remains of the blasted helicopter are still smoking and burning. Men continue fighting around me but all my focus is on the chopper that’s already crossed the perimeters of our estate’s border.

The sound of fighting seems to cease suddenly.

Looking around, I realize that the terrorists are steadily falling back. A group of them is retreating toward the southern perimeters.

Confusion flickers through me. Their numbers are still considerably greater than ours. As much as it hurts to admit it, they’re winning against me and my soldiers, so what’s making them retreat?

Bending down, I grab the gun lying beside the fallen man. Shouldering the rifle, I shoot at the retreating enemy.

To my surprise, the group doesn’t slow down to grab their fallen comrades. They don’t even turn around to retaliate. It looks like they’ve been commanded to leave without wasting any more time.

A roar escapes me as I gun down as many of their numbers as I can.

A heavy hand falls on my shoulder. I recoil, ready to attack but come to a sudden halt.

“It’s me, Commander,” says Darcy. The familiar face of the middle-aged sergeant registers in my mind, making me step back.

My heart hammers against my ribs as I will myself to calm down. “Why are you stopping me?” I ask.

“They’re the Black Widow,” he says in a low grim tone, staring at the fallen bodies around us. “We need to capture them alive before they can kill themselves. It’s the only we can get some information out of them.”

A heavy breath exhales out of me.

Darcy is right.

We’ve never been able to capture one of these terrorists alive. It’s one of the reasons we knew so little about them.

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