From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 317

From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir

Chapter 317 Wave Alliance

The alley looked like a battlefield. The ground was covered with bodies, every inch filled with men in black lying broken and motionless. There was barely a place left to step.

Nathan, Luke, and Evander stood rooted in place. Their faces showed only shock, and their minds could not catch up with what had just happened.

Back in the room in Saffron House, Leander did nothing against these people. He had sat still, calm and quiet. They had thought he was weak, a man too afraid to lift a hand.

Now all of that had been torn apart. The one who looked the most refined had turned out to be the most ruthless. Leander had become a storm of fury. With bare hands, he had taken down more than a hundred trained guards. His strikes were swift and merciless, each one ending a fight before it began.

Nathan’s chest tightened as the truth hit him. Leander had not refused to join them in the confrontation because of fear. He had simply chosen not to act. Shame pressed down on him as he remembered the resentment he once carried. He had doubted Leander’s worth as a brother, but in the moment of greatest danger, it was Leander who had stood tall and destroyed everything in their path.

Theron now faced him. His body was rigid, his legs shaking so badly they could barely hold his weight.

He had arrived with more than a hundred men. His plan was to crush Nathan and his friends, to show them how small and foolish they were. They were nothing more than prey caught in a trap.

Yet the young man he had barely noticed before had ripped that trap apart with nothing but his fists and feet. The sight tore at his sanity. It felt unreal, like waking in a nightmare.

Theron came from the Marlowe family on the eastern edge of Highcliffe. He had heard stories of fighters who could take on entire squads of soldiers without effort. And now his trembling heart told him that Leander was one of those monsters.

“It’s your turn,” Leander said.

His voice was steady, yet it carried the weight of iron.

“Stop!”

Theron’s shout came out with all the strength he could gather.

You can’t touch me. If you lay a finger on me, my brother will destroy you. He’s the vice president of the Wave Alliance. If you hurt me, he’ll make sure you never set foot in Highcliffe again. He’ll bury you so deep no one will remember your name.”

The thought of his older brother, whose power stretched across the city, gave him a flicker of courage.

His fear loosened.

Leander’s face did not shift. He stood as if the name meant nothing, as if the Wave Alliance was dust in the wind.

But Nathan’s face drained of blood. Fear carved itself into every line.

“Leander, stop!”

All the doubt that once lived in Nathan was gone. He rushed to Leander’s side, his voice cracking.

“Leander, don’t do it. Let it end here. Please, let’s leave while we still can!”

He grabbed Leander’s shoulder, his eyes pleading for him to listen.

Leander’s mouth curved in a faint smile as his gaze fell back on Theron.

“Your brother means nothing to me. I don’t care if he is vice president, president, or king of a nation. I don’t know the Wave Alliance, and I don’t care to know it. But I meant what I said.”

The air split with a sharp crack as his hand came down.

Theron screamed as his legs folded beneath him. He crashed to the ground, his knees shattered.

“You broke my legs!” His voice trembled, the pain tangled with shock.

For a moment, the agony was silenced by the utter shock swelling within his heart.

He had spoken the name of Wave Alliance, yet Leander had not flinched. He had broken his legs as if the threat had never been spoken.

Across Highcliffe, only a select few had the confidence or privilege to cross the Wave Alliance. Leander was not one of them, yet he had done it without hesitation. With one strike, he had crippled him.

“Obviously.” Leander’s voice was calm, his eyes like cold steel.

“I told you I would break you.”

His hand struck again.

The words echoed like a funeral bell that tolled in the distance. Silence smothered the alley. Not a soul dared to breathe.

Leander turned and followed Nathan without looking back. Nathan climbed into his Mercedes S–Class, his face pale, his hands tight on the wheel. He slammed the accelerator. The sedan smashed against the Hummer, blocking the exit, metal screeching as it forced its way through, then shot down the street at breakneck speed.

The ride stayed silent until they reached the university. Nathan pulled up to the women’s dorm and dropped Bianca off without a word. His lips stayed pressed tight, his jaw set like stone.

When the car finally rolled into the parking lot, Nathan let out a long, heavy breath. His hands still gripped the wheel, his knuckles white. He turned toward the backseat. His eyes

locked on

Leander with dread carved into his face.

“Leander, we just got ourselves into serious trouble.”

Leander’s expression stayed calm, his tone even. “Serious trouble? You mean Theron?”

Nathan nodded hard, his voice heavy. “Theron’s the least of our problems. He’s just another spoiled heir in Highcliffe. The Marlowe family on the east side is nothing but a third–rate name. He wouldn’t dare push too far against us. I wouldn’t be too worried if this was only about him.

“But the danger is not him. It’s what he said about the Wave Alliance.”

Leander’s eyes showed no sign of concern. “The Wave Alliance? Am I supposed to be impressed?”

Nathan studied him for a long time before letting out a deep sigh. “Leander, the Wave Alliance is more than impressive.

“You just got here, so you don’t understand. Its full name is Rodrick Wave’s Alliance of Commerce. It was built by Rodrick Wave, heir of the Wave family.

“The Waves may only be a second–rate aristocrats, but Rodrick is a storm. He took his small foundation and shook the entire city. His business strikes crushed rivals that had ruled for decades. People already speak his name alongside Ethan, Daphne, and Dwayne. Those people are the brightest heirs in Highcliffe.

“He’s only twenty–five, but he controls a billion–dollar public company. His reach extends over endless rivers of capital. Two years ago, he formed the Wave Alliance, and in no time, it became a giant. It pulled in scholars, entrepreneurs, and even rising politicians.

“In Highcliffe’s elite circle, eight out of every ten heirs have already joined the club. Even Dwayne, the most powerful of them all, holds an honorary seat within it. The Wave Alliance now stands as the greatest force in Highcliffe high society.”

By the time Nathan’s words faded, Luke and Evander sat frozen. Their minds reeled, and they could not find a single word to say.