Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate novel Chapter 765

Chapter 765 Wrong Target

Hayley’s POV:

48 Pearls

“Hey, did you hear? Some rich, clueless Omega girl actually had the guts to challenge Preston in a rock betting match!”

“Challenge him, sure–but get this, she picked her stone from the outer hall! Total amateur move.

“For real? So how are they

doing so far?”

“Looks like the girl picked one stone this morning. Preston hasn’t even made his move yet.”

“You’re kidding! That idiot girl I can understand, but Preston? If he waits much longer, all the good stones will be gone!”

“Who knows what’s going on? Preston’s been acting weird this round.”

“I don’t think it’s that complicated. My guess? He’s got his eye on that low–ranking Omega chick.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You seriously don’t know? Word is, she’s just an Omega, but she’s pretty easy on the eyes. The stakes of their bet? If Preston wins, he gets to sleep with her.”

“Haha! If that were me, I’d make sure she couldn’t even walk afterward! Heck, I’d take the girl and the cash too! Hahaha!”

Their disgusting laughter and crude talk finally pushed me over the edge.

I was just about to get up and walk over when a loud crash came from their table behind me.

I spun around. A dinner tray had slammed down hard on one guy’s head, shattering on impact. Mushroom soup dripped from his hair, down his face, thick and sticky.

“What the heck?! Who did that?!”

The man jumped to his feet, wiping his face furiously, his eyes flashing with rage as he looked toward the one who’d struck.

Truman stood there–calm, expressionless, a quiet storm of power. The air around him buzzed with dominant Alpha energy. It was enough to make the man flinch without even realizing it.

But clearly this guy wasn’t ranked high enough to recognize his Alpha scent.

He bared his sharp canines, puffed up his chest, and barked out, “You better apologize, or I swear you’re not walking out of here!”

I crossed my arms and leaned back in my seat, smirking as I studied him coldly.

This guy was obviously from the Cyclone Pack–entitled, arrogant, the kind who thought their bloodline made them superior, especially on their own turf. He probably wasn’t used to being challenged.

Good. Let’sseehow Truman handlesthis.

“Oh yeah?” Truman curled his lips into a mocking smile. “Be my guest.” Oh yeah nan cured his lips into a mocking smile. The

Chapter 765 Wrong Target

The man’s eyes bulged. “You cocky son of a–finel You asked for it!”

He lunged, claws out, aiming straight for Truman’s face.

But Truman shifted just in time, sidestepping smoothly. In one quick move, he grabbed the guy’s wrist mid- swing, squeezing until the claws stopped cold.

Then–crack! With his free hand, Truman smashed a glass tumbler over the man’s head.

The glass shattered, sending splinters flying and water splashing across the man’s face. A few shards left thin red cuts on his cheeks.

“Let go!” the man cried out, writhing in pain.