Chapter 758 Cyclone Pack
Hayley’s POV:
I came to a sudden stop and turned my head, just in time to see a crowded street part like the Red Sea.
A man was charging through the chaos, shoving aside innocent bystanders as he barreled toward me, one hand clutching a luxury handbag high above his head.
People who didn’t want trouble instinctively stepped out of his way.
But I didn’t move an inch. I stood my ground, making it clear I wasn’t about to dodge.
“Out of the way, you dumb chick!”
That man shouted from a distance.
Through his scent, Hera had already picked up that he was a rogue—a criminal. No wonder he was so aggressive and arrogant.
When he saw I wasn’t budging, he clutched the handbag tighter and charged even faster, clearly planning to ram right through me.
The guy was nearly six and a half feet tall, all muscle and momentum. He could probably knock a bull over at full speed.
Nearby pedestrians—whether high-ranking betas or low-level omegas—were all giving me that are-you-crazy kind of look.
I ignored their judgment. And just as his body was about to collide with mine, I tapped into Hera’s power surging inside me—and kicked. One clean strike sent him flying.
He hit the pavement with a painful cry, skidding several feet before coming to a stop.
Realizing I wasn’t someone to mess with, he started scrambling to his feet, ready to shift into wolf form and make a run for it.
Too late. I threw a needle with precision—straight into his neck. His body froze instantly, locked in place.
Moments later, the woman he’d robbed caught up. The first thing she did was rush to retrieve the handbag from the ground.
She opened it, checked the contents, and after confirming everything was still there, turned to me—her eyes shifting from relief to surprise.
I recognized her too. Melody—Truman’s mate.
“Thank you so much, Ms. Carson,” she said sincerely. “What’s in here is really important to me.”
I didn’t reply. Melody was Truman’s woman. If it mattered to her, then it definitely had something to do with him.
And sure enough, Hera picked up his scent a second later.
He hadn’t shown up yet, but his voice came first.
“Did you get it back?”
Then he pushed through the crowd and strolled over.
The moment I saw him, any trace of a good mood vanished. I stared at him, guarded.
“Ms. Carson,” he said, not taking his eyes off me. “What a coincidence.”
I scoffed. “Your girl just got mugged, and instead of checking on her, you’re out here flirting with other women? Real classy, Mr. White.”
Truman only smiled. “Why not? You helped Melody get her things back. I’m simply here to express our gratitude.”
“You really have a way with words,” I said coldly, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.
Seriously, only he could make hitting on someone else’s mate sound so reasonable.
I glanced at Melody again—she was beautiful, no doubt. Such a shame she ended up with him.
Was their bond some cruel joke from the Moon Goddess?
Maybe it was his good looks and silver tongue that clouded her judgment.
“Ms. Carson,” Truman interrupted my thoughts, his voice dripping with fake sweetness, “last time things were rushed. Maybe that’s why you didn’t enjoy yourself. Want to find a place and give our kissing skills another round?”
I narrowed my eyes, my voice icy. “Try that again, and I swear, I might just cut something off.”
Then I turned to Melody, tone sharp with frustration. “If you don’t want to see him torn apart by my wolf one day, keep him on a tighter leash.”
With that, I spun around and disappeared into the crowd, not giving them another glance.
Truman’s gaze lingered with a strange intensity as Hayley left.
Melody sighed and shook her head. “How long are you planning to keep up this game? Aren’t you afraid she’ll find out who you really are and start hating you for real?”
“She won’t,” Benjamin said, eyes lowering, voice quiet and distant. “As long as she still talks to me with that guarded but respectful tone, it means she hasn’t suspected me yet. That’s all I need. It won’t be long now.”
“That’s too deep for me,” Melody muttered. “I don’t get it.”
“That’s fine,” Truman replied with a playful smirk. “You’re not meant to. You don’t have the same intelligence and emotion as a human and werewolf.”
He teased her on purpose. Melody just rolled her eyes and walked off, unfazed.
Benjamin gave one last glance in the direction Hayley had gone—then followed after Melody.
Chapter 758 Cyclone Pack
Hayley’s POV:
Before the Rock Betting Auction officially began, Cyclone Pack had hosted a party. On the surface, it was to welcome guests from all over. In truth, it was a way for the big players in rock betting to size each other up.
Of course, I got an invitation too.
But I wasn’t there to build connections or sniff out secrets. I just showed up for the vibe.
The auction always featured an overwhelming number of raw stones. But the top-tier ones? Those never left the hands of Cyclone Pack’s elite rock bettors.
At worst, the second-best pieces might fall to locals. Only the least valuable ones ever made it to outsiders.
Not because the pack was unfriendly, but because in this business, skill ruled everything.
Rock betting was in Cyclone Pack’s blood. They’d spent generations honing their instincts. Naturally, outsiders didn’t stand a chance.
The next night, I brought Humbert to the party.