Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: 6-His Arm Under My Ass

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"Hey, you stay out of it," The clueless one spoke.

He seemed like the type who obeyed orders just to stay in the gang’s good graces.

Maybe he had never seen the Alpha King before.

Otherwise, he would never have dared question what right an Alpha King had to interfere in this matter.

Jaguar rolled his shoulders and loosened his neck before shrugging off his coat.

Even through the shirt, the shape of his muscular frame was hard to miss.

He held the coat out to me.

I was still sitting on the ground.

I forced myself up a little, then dropped back down again, making sure my injured leg looked convincing.

Jaguar lowered his hand.

His gaze remained fixed on those hounds as he strode toward me and draped the coat around my shoulders.

Everyone watched the scene in silence.

A few of the girls had already realized who he was.

Shock flashed across their faces, and they covered their mouths when Jaguar wrapped his coat around me.

It did not feel like an Alpha King helping a victim.

It felt personal.

Jaguar returned to his spot afterward.

His eyes moved across the crowd as he slowly took off his watch.

Then he tilted his head down and let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head to himself.

"See, this is why I hate small men with loud mouths." he sneered in that deep, sharp voice.

Without lifting his head, he looked up at them through lowered brows.

"They always forget who’s standing in front of them."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he rolled up his sleeves.

"What the fuck are we waiting for? Let’s beat this bastard up!"

A heavyset man with a thick mustache shouted the order while motioning for the others to move in.

The second the mustached man lunged at him, Jaguar intercepted the punch.

He caught the man’s forearm and stopped the fist inches away from his face.

A brutal punch followed straight to the stomach.

Before the man could recover, Jaguar hauled him over his shoulder and threw him hard onto the ground.

The second the man hit the floor, the others rushed at Jaguar together, but he moved before any of them could touch him.

A bottle came flying toward his head.

Jaguar caught the man’s wrist midair and twisted it with enough force to make him scream before shoving him face-first into a table.

Another man charged from the side.

Jaguar slammed an elbow into his jaw, grabbed the back of his neck, and drove him into the counter hard enough to shake the glasses behind it.

I stayed frozen on the floor, wrapped in his coat while the entire café watched in utter silence.

Two more came at him next.

Jaguar dodged the first swing, punched one man hard in the ribs, then drove his foot into the other’s stomach.

The second man crashed backward, dragging two chairs down with him.

The last thug stopped for half a second before pulling out a knife.

Of course.

Cowards always reached for weapons when their fists stopped working.

Jaguar looked at the knife, then tilted his head with a slow smirk.

It was a mocking grin.

Like he already knew how this would end.

The knife clattered onto the floor a second later.

Jaguar’s punch snapped the thug’s head to the side before sending him crashing beside the others.

And through all of it, Jaguar barely looked winded.

If anything, he looked entertained.

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