Chapter 169: Outside, Allison was slammed against the car, her chest pressed hard against the hood. Her striking beauty was amplified by the red high heels that made her long legs even more alluring. Bound behind her back, she was a vision capable of igniting desire.

Rugal sneered, sauntering toward her, his gaze lingering. "Damn, you're a stunner," he said. "Let's see how pretty you look when I'm done with you." His voice dripped with lechery, his hands twitching.

The car headlights cast a harsh glow, briefly blinding him. Allison seized the opportunity. With a sharp movement, she freed her hands. Her eyes turned icy. "Too bad you're too revolting for me," she said, her voice a blade. "You don't deserve to breathe."

Before Rugal could react, she delivered a powerful kick to his groin, the stiletto heel puncturing deep. Blood gushed as his scream tore through the night. "Ahhh!! You bitch! I'll kill you!" he howled, collapsing in agony.

But Allison was swift and merciless. Another blow from her bloodied stiletto snapped his neck. His eyes wide with disbelief, he fell lifeless.

The commotion should have alerted Damon inside the cabin, but chaos reigned there as well. "You made a fatal mistake touching her," Kellan's icy voice cut through the din, his eyes burning with barely contained fury. His muscles tensed, veins bulging, as he sliced through his bonds with a shard of broken glass. He grabbed the chair and swung it with all his strength, shattering it against Damon's skull.

Damon reeled, but Kellan wasted no time, delivering a brutal punch to the gut. Damon crumpled, gasping. "You… you were faking it this whole time?" Damon groaned, clutching his abdomen.

Kellan, a force of raw violence, loomed over him, gripping a jagged piece of the chair. Damon's face drained of color as Kellan drove the wood into his chest. Blood gushed. "I think you should have died long ago," Kellan muttered, his voice chillingly calm. There was no hesitation, no remorse—only lethal precision.

Kellan wiped the blood from his face, stepping over Damon's body. Seeing Allison unharmed outside, his shoulders relaxed slightly. "Let's go," he said.

They moved in perfect sync, their violence swift and efficient. But the noise had drawn attention. Nearby men exchanged uneasy glances, gripping their weapons. Allison quickly scanned the area. "They've got guns," she said. "We can't take them head-on." Without hesitation, she grabbed Kellan's hand and they bolted toward the dark forest, the wind howling, the cold night swallowing them whole.