Chapter 787 Wiping It Out
Hayley’s POV:
I walked up to Preston and said firmly, “Take a good look at him. This is Truman, the Alpha of the Grimmoon Pack. Even your dad wouldn’t mess with someone like him. He could wipe out the Skyhawk Syndicate without breaking a sweat. You want the Hanovers to go down with them?”
Preston’s eyes widened in shock. “You’re Truman?” he asked, clearly shaken.
Truman squinted slightly. “What do you think?”
Preston backed off instantly, too scared to even hold eye contact. But then, he seemed to remember that we were still in the Cyclone Pack’s territory.
With all these onlookers around, Preston clearly didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of people who knew him. So, he put on a fake tough guy and said, “So what? The Grimmoon Pack is strong, and Fate Corporation is a big deal. But our wager was personal. Everyone here is a witness to it. You shouldn’t be sticking your nose in.”
Truman twisted Preston’s arm again and said, “And what if I say I want to?”
“Ah! Stop! Is this how the legendary Alpha Truman acts? Are you gonna rough someone up over a low-rank Omega? All this without even knowing what’s going on?”
Preston pretended to be the victim, hoping the crowd would turn against Truman.
Watching him twist the story and drag Truman’s name through the mud, I’d had enough. I raised my voice on purpose and said, “Don’t try to flip this around. You were the one who tried to take advantage of me. Truman just stepped in to stop you. Guys like you, who have no respect and honor for women, are the real embarrassment to the Cyclone Pack and the Hanovers.”
Truman smiled at me and nodded. Then, without warning, he popped both of Preston’s arms out of their sockets and shoved him to the side.
“Mr. Preston!”
One of his followers tried to shift into his wolf form, ready to attack, but Truman’s Alpha pressure hit him like a truck. All he could do was drag Preston, who was still screaming in pain, off to get patched up.
Once they were out of sight, everything settled down. Everyone went back to choosing raw stones.
I caught a glimpse of Truman pressing his hand against his wounds. On instinct, I said, “Thanks… for earlier.”
He gave me a soft smile but didn’t say anything. He just looked at me with deep affection.
I avoided eye contact and put on a cold front. That finally snapped him out of it. He cleared his throat and suddenly asked, “How’d you figure out I already crushed the Skyhawk Syndicate?”
I froze. My eyes went wide.
Hold up—what? I had only made that up to spook Preston. Had Truman seriously taken them down for real?
“You truly wiped out the Skyhawk Syndicate?” I asked tentatively.
Truman frowned and got serious, like he wasn’t sure what I truly knew.
So, I explained, “That was just a bluff to rattle Preston. I was trying to make a point–that there are plenty of powerful people who don’t flaunt it. I didn’t want him to keep acting so haughty. I never imagined the Skyhawk Syndicate to really be gone. So wait–did you get injured because you attacked their base?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
No wonder someone as strong as him ended up so badly hurt. The Skyhawk Syndicate was run by witches, and their methods were nasty.
I thought it over, then asked, “You handled it all by yourself?”
“Obviously.”
That caught me off guard. “So, you came to the Cyclone Pack just to wipe them out? Is there some major beef between Fate Corporation and the Skyhawk Syndicate?”