Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30 The Surrender

Chapter 30 The Surrender

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George warned, “Even my life-she saved it. Anyone messes with her, messes with me. You bastards remember that.”

Sylas said nothing. He saw the truth in George’s eyes.

A hundred vials of hallucinogens scattered on the floor-a million coins’ worth./George had spent that kind of cash without blinking. He was invested in Gillian.

George actually respects someone. Now that’s rare.

“The people trying to swallow the 9th won’t stop. And Gillian? She’ll be target number one.” George’s voice dropped. “Killing you is a waste. You know the medical team better than anyone. You’re in the best position to protect her. Last chance, Captain Moore.”

The words echoed inside Sylas’ head.

Protect Gillian? What could someone like me, worthless trash, ever protect?

Sylas stood outside the medical hall doors for a long time before he could bring himself to

enter.

Rust-brown blood stained his pristine white collar. Bruises mottled his face. His handsome features, cold and weary, held a kind of broken beauty.

Behind him, in the metal corridor, a hundred medics waited. Their faces were ashen, like they’d just been through a meat grinder. None of the morning’s arrogance remained.

Through the observation window, Tristan spotted Sylas’ wrecked state immediately.

George used truth serum on him? Hallucinogens? Did he think Sylas was a traitor?

Tristan strode over and wrenched the door open. “Sylas! Did George touch you? Is he accusing you now?”

Sylas blinked, surprised Tristan had waited.

“I’m fine, Tristan. Lt. Col. Parker had nothing to do with this.”

Tristan stared at Sylas. Blood on his uniform. Bruises on his face. He was far from fine.

“That’s George’s doing, isn’t it? You were one of Merrick’s guards—he won’t stand for this. I’ll go to him. He’ll—”

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Chapter 30 The Surrender

“Tristan!” Sylas grabbed his arm.

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How could he face Merrick now? The medical metal disaster was his fault. If it hadn’t been caught in time… no amount of sorry would fix it.

He couldn’t drag Tristan into this.

“It’s not Lt. Col. Parker’s doing. I’m fine. Has Captain Sterling examined your injury?”

“Sylas. What are you afraid of?”

Tristan didn’t understand. Sylas had walked out of that room a different person.

Sylas’ gaze flickered. Tristan couldn’t know about the traitors.

He didn’t explain. He just glanced back at the medics.

They got the message and marched in perfect formation to stand before Gillian.

“Captain Sterling. Your orders. We’ll execute them to the letter.”

Gillian bent over a supply cabinet, searching for something. She found a black jacket, still sealed, new and unclaimed.

Her own clothes were rumpled beyond redemption. She glanced at a nearby soldier. “Can I wear this?”

She hadn’t acknowledged the medics at all.

The soldier hesitated. It was still sealed. “Probably a spare, Captain Sterling. Someone must have left it here. Go ahead.”

Sylas’ eyes flickered. That jacket was his.

“My clothes don’t fit for surgery. I’ll borrow this. Replace it when logistics sends new ones.”

She shrugged it on like no one else was in the room. The black jacket swallowed her-too long, draping like a coat. But against the dark fabric, she looked sharply, strikingly luminous. Stunning.

Sylas felt an inexplicable flutter. It’s just a jacket. Let her have it.

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