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Chapter 138: The Alpha’s Calculated Strike

Chapter 139: The Alpha’s Calculated Strike

(Connor’s POV)

This day, Connor Rivers waited for a long time.

The moment to capture Frederick Warner and his remaining forces in the Northern Territory had finally arrived. I had been planning this operation for weeks, coordinating every detail with military precision.

My elite enforcers were positioned throughout the abandoned construction zone. Sniper teams occupied the tallest buildings within a two–mile radius. Mercenaries I had flown in overnight from Blackmoor Territory

waited in concealed positions.

Frederick’s resources in the Northern Territory were limited. Most of his forces remained in his Blackmoor stronghold. This was our best chance to eliminate him and his rogues in one decisive strike.

My wolf paced restlessly as I calculated the odds. Every instinct screamed that this was the opportunity we

had been waiting for.

According to the rescue plan devised the previous night, I hoped to rescue Olivia and eliminate Frederick’s remaining rogues in one fell swoop. The plan required me to risk my own life as Alpha. Failure meant death for both Olivia and myself.

But a sudden change occurred that I never expected.

Frederick had sent someone to capture Grace Winters.

My eight–year–old sister–in–law dangled from Derek Stone’s massive grip in the helicopter. The sight of the terrified pup made my wolf howl with protective fury.

“Save Grace… Connor, save Grace…” Olivia clutched my collar desperately, her amber eyes pleading.

Her voice was hoarse from Frederick’s earlier assault. Blood still trickled from the cut on her lip. But her concern was entirely focused on her half–sister’s safety.

My ice–blue eyes were dark and uncertain. My wolf paced restlessly within, torn between tactical necessity.

and protective instincts.

I had waited too long for this opportunity. We were now in Cloudmere, on the border of the Northern Territory.

Blackmoor Territory lay just beyond the horizon.

The helicopter hovered right in front of us. If I let Frederick return to his stronghold in Blackmoor Territory, it would be nearly impossible to deal with him in the future.

But Frederick was using Grace as a hostage. I had to consider every option carefully.

The weight of Alpha leadership pressed down on me. Every decision could mean life or death for my pack

members.

I looked down and met Olivia’s pleading amber eyes. A pang of pain shot through my heart as my

whined in distress.

wolf

On the helicopter, Grace was still crying and struggling in Derek Stone’s grip. Her small voice carried on the

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wind, calling for her sister.

Frederick waited patiently, smiling at us with cruel satisfaction. He knew the sniper teams outside were using red dot laser sights. The targeting systems improved accuracy even if targets moved quickly.

In this situation, it was almost impossible for Frederick and his rogues to escape. He was curious to know

how I would choose.

In his view, sacrificing a little pup to eliminate a deadly enemy was a choice he would make without hesitation. To him, werewolf lives were never precious or worth protecting

His twisted logic made my wolf snarl with disgust.

After a long silence, I spoke. My Alpha authority was evident despite the compromise I was about to make.

“Release Grace, and I’ll let you go. But your rogues must stay.”

The answer seemed to surprise Frederick. But it was also reasonable given my protective nature toward pack

members.

Frederick smirked and pointed to Marcus Cole. “I want to take him with me.”

Marcus had been with him for many years. He was Frederick’s most capable lieutenant and the most skilled fighter besides Frederick himself.

With Marcus around, many operations could be executed efficiently without Frederick’s personal attention.

My voice was stern, my wolf growling beneath the surface. “No.”

Frederick snorted. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t mind dropping this little pup down.”

The hand clutching my collar tightened. My jaw stiffened as protective instincts warred with tactical

necessity.

After a moment, I compromised reluctantly. “Okay.”

“Go to the top floor,” Frederick commanded and strode towards the stairs.

Five more floors up was the rooftop terrace. The helicopter followed, flying to the top floor.

In my arms, Olivia was still tightly clutching my collar. Her amber eyes filled with tension and worry for her

half–sister.

My ice–blue eyes softened. I comforted her gently, my Alpha presence trying to soothe her distress.

“Don’t be afraid, Livvy. Your sister will be fine.”

Olivia trembled slightly as she gripped my collar. When werewolves were extremely nervous and scared, they couldn’t control their body’s instinctive reactions.

When Olivia was fighting Frederick, she was no longer afraid of anything, not even death. But when she saw Grace, her blood seemed to freeze instantly.

She could not be afraid of death. But she could not stand by and watch her own half–sister be brutally murdered in front of her.

I comforted again, my voice carrying the reassuring rumble of my Alpha wolf. “Don’t be afraid, Livvy.”

On the rooftop terrace, the helicopter had landed. Grace was still in the hands of Derek Stone, the massive

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