Alpha's Discarded Luna (Talia) novel Chapter 291

Alpha’s Discarded Luna

Chapter 288

Talia’s POV

The cold brick of the abandoned loading dock presses hard against my spine, but it offers no protection from the suffocating circle of men closing in. The glaring headlamps turn their shadows into giant, grotesque shapes stretching across the warehouse walls. The air is thick with the foul stench of alcohol and raw aggression, a toxic combination that makes it nearly impossible to breathe.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” the lead mercenary sneers, a sickening, predatory chuckle escaping his throat as he steps. closer. “We are going to make sure you remember tonight for the rest of your short life.”

He lunges forward with terrifying speed. Before I can twist away, his thick, calloused fingers clamp down hard around my shoulder. I wrench my body backward in pure, instinctual desperation, but his grip is unyielding. With a sharp, violent twist, his hand rips downward. The sound of tearing fabric echoes loudly through the intersection as the sleeve of my midnight-blue dress is violently torn completely away from the bodice, exposing my bare shoulder to the biting midnight wind.

A sharp, piercing scream tears from my throat, raw and filled with a blinding terror. I close my eyes tightly, tensing every muscle in my body as I brace myself for the inevitable onslaught,

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completely cornered and utterly defenseless against the

monsters.

Bang!

A thunderous, explosive roar of tearing metal and shattering glass violently rips through the dead silence of the night, shaking the very concrete beneath my feet.

My eyes snap open as a massive shockwave of dust and debris washes over the loading dock. A sleek, heavy black SUV has barreled out of the dark side alley at a blinding, lethal speed, slamming directly into the side of the lead mercenary cargo van. The incredible force of the ramming strike completely lifts the heavy van off its tires, flipping it horizontally across the asphalt before it crashes back down in a ruined, crumpled heap of smoking steel and broken glass.

Aires’ POV

The metal frame of my driver’s side door is bent out of shape, but I don’t care. I kick it completely off its hinges with a single, explosive strike of my boot, stepping out into the blinding glare of the intersection. My breathing is a ragged, thunderous gasp, my chest heaving with a primitive, unadulterated fury that completely burns through my veins like boiling acid.

The sight of Talia cowering against the brick wall, her dress glegve torn away, her eyes wide with a frantic, paralyzing terro4,7

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violently snaps the last remaining thread of my human restraint.

My wolf doesn’t just surface it completely takes over my entire consciousness, unleashing a feral, murderous entity that has been locked away for generations. A suffocating, crushing shockwave of my Alpha aura explodes outward from my body, lowering the atmospheric pressure of the entire intersection in a split second. The mercenaries drop their iron pipes and knives, their bodies freezing instantly as their own inner beasts scream at them to bow before a god of execution.

I look at the twenty men through eyes that are completely filled with a glowing, terrifying, feral crimson light.

“Every single one of you,” I growl, the sound a deep, low, supernatural tremor that vibrates through the concrete walls, “is going to die right here.”

I lunge forward, moving with a supernatural, blinding speed that renders me completely invisible to the human eye.

The next fifteen minutes turn the 12th intersection into a scene

of absolute, calculated devastation. I do not fight like a man; I move like a force of nature, a hurricane of pure, unbridled retribution. The lead mercenary-the monster who dared to place his filthy hands on my mate-doesn’t even have the time to raise his metal crowbar before I close the distance. I grab his wrist, and with a single, effortless twist, I completely shatter the bones in his forearm, sending a sickening crunch throgh the 47

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quiet night. Before he can scream, my fist drives straight into his jaw, fracturing the bone and throwing his massive body ten feet across the asphalt into the loading dock.

“Shoot him! Shoot the bastard!” a mercenary screams from the back line, his hands trembling violently as he frantically tries to pull a concealed firearm from his tactical belt.

He never gets the chance to aim. I blur across the broken concrete, appearing directly in front of him before his finger can even find the trigger. I drive my palm into his chest, the sheer, crushing force of the impact breaking his ribcage and sending him flying backward through the shattered windshield of the second van.

The remaining mercenaries try to swarm me out of pure, desperate survival instinct. They swing their iron pipes and heavy knives in a frantic, chaotic circle, but to my hyper-acute, accelerated senses, their movements are laughably slow, practically standing still in time. I dodge a descending pipe with a casual tilt of my head, my hand snapping out to grab the attacker’s throat. I lift him completely off the ground by his neck and slam him face-first into the concrete floor, knocking him out

instantly.

I am a blur of crimson light and broken bones. I systematically tear through their defensive lines, showing absolutely no mercy, no restraint, and no hesitation. Every strike is definitive, every ngement designed to inflict maximum devastation. Ion pipes 7

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bend like paper against my arms; hunting knives shatter into useless silver shards against my dense, protective Alpha skin.

A mercenary lunges at my back with a heavy blade, but my wolf instincts detect the trajectory before the steel can even pierce my jacket. I spin on my heel, grabbing his extended arm, and violently drive my elbow downward into his shoulder joint, dislocating it completely. He drops to his knees, screaming in agony, but I silence him with a brutal kick to the temple that leaves him dead still on the blood-stained asphalt.

The smell of copper and raw terror fills the air, intoxicating my wolf, fueling the unyielding rampage. They wanted to reduce Talia to a bag of bones; now, they are the ones whose bodies are being systematically dismantled in the dark.

I don’t stop until the chaotic shouting dies down entirely, replaced by the low, ragged sound of my own heavy breathing and the steady drip of fluid from the ruined radiators. One by one, the mercenaries fall to the floor like discarded rags. Within fifteen minutes, the entire army of twenty heavily armed goons lies completely unconscious or dead across the broken concrete

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