Wolfless? No! Call Me Alpha Commander! novel Chapter 460

Chapter 460 Same Line, Two Years Later

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Dorian’s expression darkened instantly. “So Commander Green is taking someone out of my hands.”

“Once I’m done with him, you can have him back.” Thora’s voice was low and firm.

Dorian didn’t respond, but the look on his face said everything.

Thora knew this was non-negotiable on her end-a buyer was the fastest route to the seller, and the people Shirley had rounded up almost certainly knew nothing of real value.

Badi could not stay here.

Just then, Darius walked in.

At the sight of him, Dorian’s men stiffened, an instinctive flash of deference crossing their faces. None of them moved to stop him.

But Dorian clearly had no intention of showing Darius any courtesy. His tone was unyielding. “Even with you here, I’m not letting this one go.”

Darius didn’t argue. He simply glanced at Thora and gave her a look.

Thora read it immediately. She grabbed Badi, spun on her heel, and walked out, practically dragging the man across the floor behind her.

Dorian let out a cold scoff, raised his hand, and leveled a gun at Thora’s retreating back.

But the moment his arm came up, Darius’s hand clamped down on his shoulder-an iron grip that locked him in place, draining every ounce of strength from the limb in an instant.

Dorian’s fingers sprang open involuntarily. The pistol clattered to the floor.

His men exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes fixed on Darius with sharp wariness.

Dorian smiled coldly, though no sound came with it. “Jason, I may consider you a friend, but that mean the Ciphers are afraid of you.”

Darius’s lips curved, his words unhurried and deliberate “Mr. Cipher, do you have any idea whic organization she’s representing this time?”

Dorian held his stare, his tone flat. “Why should I care?”

Darius let four words fall, slow and heavy. “Blue Star Military Academy.”

At the mention of that name, something in Dorian’s expression shifted, so subtle it was almost imperceptible.

“Besides, do you really think you could’ve stopped her?” Darius added, his tone laced with amusement-the kind that begged to be punched.

Dorian glared at him with ice in his eyes, but Darius looked thoroughly unbothered. He strolled over to the couch and sank into it as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

He snapped his fingers. The door opened immediately as someone entered with a tray of drinks and light refreshments.

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Chapter 460 Same Line, Two Years Later

Dorian stood rooted in place for a few seconds, then finally waved his men off.

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“Rest assured, Mr. Cipher. She said she’ll return him when she’s done, and she always keeps her word.” Darius poured a glass of champagne and extended it toward Dorian.

Dorian’s expression was still frosty, though noticeably less so than moments ago.

What was done was done. There was no point dwelling on it. What truly grated on him was Thora’s attitude -the way she’d walked in and acted as though he didn’t even exist.

“That Commander Green of yours-if she ever quits the military, she’d make one hell of a bandit.” Dorian let out a derisive laugh, every syllable dripping with barbed sarcasm.

Darius raised his champagne glass with a smile, smoothing things over. “Cut her some slack, Mr. Cipher. She’s still young. Doesn’t know any better.”

Dorian was momentarily lost for words-why did that sound so familiar?

Then it hit him. Over two years ago, when Thora had strong-armed him into signing that agreement, Darius had used the exact same line to cover for her.

Even if she’d been young back then, surely she’d grown up by now?

“Jason, you really never change when it comes to covering for Commander Green.” Dorian’s voice was cold, his irritation not even trying to hide.

Darius simply smiled, leaned back into the couch, and took a quiet sip of champagne. He offered nothing- no confirmation, no denial.

Dorian picked up his own glass and brought it to his lips-a silent concession to this brief, uneasy truce.

“This whole affair should concern the Blackwoods too, shouldn’t it?” Dorian suddenly turned the question back on him. “Why aren’t you out there dealing with it yourself?”

Something deeper stirred behind Darius’s eyes. He spoke slowly, as if weighing every word. “Whether she handles it or I handle it … there’s no difference.”

Dorian frowned, staring at him for a long beat before it finally registered. Wait-did he just couple’s flex?

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Chapter 461 Interrogation

Thora hauled Badi into an empty private suite and tossed him like a sack of flour.

“Ahhh!” His heavy frame slammed into the floor, and it took him a good while to even get back up.

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The moment Thora stepped inside, Shirley and Tristan iled in behind her. “Boss,” they said in unison.

Seeing that Thora was gearing up for an interrogation, the two fell into position on either side without a word.

Thora looked down at Badi, who had barely hauled himself off the ground and was too scared to breathe.

She glanced at the stool in front of her, kicked it toward him, and spoke in a tone that left no room for anything but compliance. “Sit.”

Badi looked at Thora and the two flanking her, and actually let out a small breath of relief-at least it wasn’t Dorian.

That man was terrifying. If he’d known it would go this way, he never would have come. He’d bitten off way more than he could chew by demanding a meeting with Dorian by name, and it had nearly cost him his life.

The counterfeits getting flagged on the spot was something he hadn’t seen coming either.

Badi settled onto the stool and studied Thora. Without Dorian’s crushing presence looming over him, the terror began to fade, and a flicker of his old confidence started creeping back.

Thora took a few steps forward and leaned against the edge of the couch, one leg casually crossed over the other. Her tall, lean frame radiated an effortless kind of menace.

Her gaze cut into Badi like a blade. She got straight to it. “Here’s how this works. I ask, you answer. Are we clear?”

Badi swallowed hard. Instead of answering, he shot back a question of his own. “What do you want?” Before Thora could speak, he rushed to add, his voice slipping into an ingratiating tone. “Do you know who I am? Let me go and I’ll pay you whatever you want. I can give you a lot of money. A lot.”

Thora’s expression visibly hardened, impatience bleeding through.

Tristan read the room, stepped forward, and drove a fist straight into Badi’s face. The man to stool and hit the floor.

“Didn’t you hear what the boss said? One more word out of your mouth, and I start taking fingers. pulled a combat knife from his belt and slammed it onto the table beside them.

The blade bit into the wood with a sharp thunk, and Badi’s whole body seized up with fear.

Thora frowned-they were soldiers, not criminals. Tristan’s roughneck energy was getting more convincing by the day.

Badi was thoroughly rattled. He struggled back to his feet and obediently planted himself on the stool again.

Shirley smiled and handed Thora an apple.

Thora took it, then asked, straight to the point, “Where did you buy the counterfeit bills?”

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