Chapter 752 Let the Man Handle It
Hayley’s POV:
“Is that a problem?” I shot back, my voice laced with a teasing edge. I twirled the dagger lazily on my bent knee.
I narrowed my eyes as a wicked idea crossed my mind. “Say, Mr. White, I was attacked in your territory–in your parking lot, no less. I nearly lost my life. Don’t you think you should take some responsibility for that?”
“Absolutely,” Truman replied, a faint smile playing on his lips. “May I ask if Ms. Carson was injured? Do you need me to call a doctor?”
“No need,” I replied casually. “I may just be an Omega, but my healing isn’t that bad. It was only a few strands of hair that got cut off.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized how flippant that sounded and quickly corrected myself. “Well, I was shaken up! Just because it wasn’t serious doesn’t mean you get to brush it off!”
“Oh? Just a few strands of hair,” Truman murmured, eyes darkening as if deep in thought.
Benjamin’s POV:
The moment Hayley said that, I knew something wasn’t right.
She hadn’t told me her real rank yet, but after spending so much time with her, I was sure–she wasn’t just some ordinary Omega.
Her reflexes were sharp, her instincts even sharper.
And yet, someone had gotten close enough to cut her hair? That attacker meant business.
A cold rage burned through me. Before Hayley could react, I snatched the military-grade dagger from her hand and, without hesitation, plunged it into the man’s side.
Hayley knew my wolf. I couldn’t let Lawrence loose to finish the job–she’d recognize him immediately. So I had to do it myself.
The man let out a sharp, blood-curdling scream.
“Talk!” I growled, the blade still buried near his thigh. “Who sent you? What were you after?”
I drove that dagger deep into the man’s inner thigh–no words, no warning. Gripping the handle tightly, I twisted the blade through flesh and muscle without hesitation.
“Ahhh! I’ll talk–I’ll talk!” he howled.
“Alright! Alright, I’ll talk!” he cried, voice cracking. “I was told to kidnap the girl! It was an exchange–her for the sapphire stone!”
The scene was a mess–blood everywhere. I looked over at Hayley, concerned. She was frowning in a daze but keeping her composure.
Her voice cut through the air. She remained composed and asked coldly, “Who sent you?”
“It was Freya! It’s Freya! Please stop! I’m begging you–don’t twist it again!” he sobbed.
I looked up at Hayley slowly, the dagger still in my grip. “Feeling better now?”
Hayley’s POV:
Watching him unleash his fury on my behalf and ruthlessly interrogate that man, I don’t know why, but in that moment, Truman didn’t seem quite so awful.
I gave him a small nod. “Yeah.”
Truman’s lips curved into a faint smile. He stood up slowly and yanked the blade free. The person on the floor howled again in agony.
“Yikes,” I muttered, rubbing my temple. “Mr. White, you really don’t hold back. No wonder they call you the savage Alpha of the Grimmoon Pack.”
“That,” Truman said with a gentle smile, his eyes locked on mine, “was the price for cutting off Ms. Carson’s hair.” He casually tossed the bloodied dagger aside and pulled a silk pocket square from his blazer, pressing it into my hand.
“Wipe your hands,” he said. “Next time, let the men handle this. These things…they’re filthy. You’re free to leave whenever you’d like. I’ll have someone clean up this mess.”
I stared at the handkerchief in my hand, a strange emotion rising in my chest.
“Let the men handle it.”
Benjamin had said the same thing to me once.
Why did they feel…similar?
Am I imagining it?
Even their eyes gave me that same sense of familiarity.
But their scents were different.
Could Benjamin–like me–be hiding his true identity?
I was lost in thought when, out of nowhere, Truman pulled me into his arms and tried to kiss me. What the heck?! His lips actually touched mine!
I broke free in a heartbeat and slapped him across the face–so hard his head snapped to the side.