Mated to a Crippled Mafia Lord

Chapter 4

The rumbling of the sky made Gaston pause and looked briefly at the sky. He let out a curse, feeling that rainfall would be imminent. He disliked so much wet soil on his boots while he was hunting. Usually, he'd call it off. However, he had come a long way to quit because of the mere threat of rain and mud.

He refocused his gaze on the track he'd followed for hours until the sun was high above his head. If not for the presence of thick and dark clouds in the sky, his skin would have started to trickle with more sweat due to the heat.

As he entered the forest of abundant trees, the cloudy weather didn't allow the sun to seep through inside. He ran silently as a white wolf from a distance could be seen. There was a broad grin on his face as he stared at such magnificence. He ducked down into a tree beaten with moistened moss and a large presence of mushrooms growing on its rotting bark.

Without taking his eyes off his target, his hands expertly prepared his long gun. Unlocking it slowly prevents it from creating a noise that will be easily filtered by the wolf's ears. Maybe he was too focused on the wolf that he didn't see or even notice that another predator eyed him in a distance.

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Nefertiti knew that she was exposing herself too much to the guy she led into the west side of the forest. But to lead him to the area where only omegas were guarding, she must flirt with death itself.

The guy had a weapon that could potentially hurt or kill her. But she was bold enough to risk it all while the other female wolves were waiting in the area where the ambush will happen.

Of course, at the first explosion of the fight, Zeliot and his wolves in the south part of the forest will be alerted. Before they’ll reach them, they must have escaped. She hoped.

“Nefer, are you alright?” Kanaan asked as soon as Nefer reached them.

“Stay down.” Nefer snarled upon seeing the man coming into the forest, crouching down with a gun pointed in her direction. Her eyes then went to the omegas who spotted him and tackled him down the ground.

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It was rather quick. He fired one shot from his long gun but he found himself tumbling backward. His eyes found the reason for it. Seven pairs of yellowish orbs cast upon him. Wolves. his world spun for a few seconds until he felt pain on his side torso after he hit it with the tree.

He doubled momentarily but apparently, his ears were quick to pick up the thuds in the ground and when he looked up to the slightly elevated terrain, those wolves descended fast in his direction. He searched for his gun and found it a meters distance from his side.

Though he felt the awful pain in his waist, he launched his weapon and grunted when landing into protruding stones there. Nevertheless, he pointed it to the first wolf near him and instantly hit it in the head.

Instead of backing away, the other wolves were relentlessly going forward, changing their pattern of sprinting toward his direction so that when he fired again, it didn’t hit even one.

“Bloody dogs!” He exclaimed in frustration and swing his gun at the two wolves which leaped to rip off his face. He cried out in pain when three wolves barred their teeth on his legs, disabling him from moving away from the beasts which stood the same height as him.

He knew timber wolves were large but that moment was the first time he ever came close to six full-grown live males in close proximity.

Gaston fell to his face, clenching both of his fists and teeth as unimaginable pains started to overwhelm him greatly. He thought he might going to die there in such a brutal state. His nose filled with the scent of wet soil on the ground as well as the immense unpleasant smell of his blood.

He didn’t know that time will come when he could hear his voice, screaming in pain. Then he realized that he still gripped hard on his gun. With the last ounce of his strength. He lifted off his feet, though it felt like he was standing in direct burning lava. He growled at the wolves. One by one, he shot them down the ground until the last of them all.

Gaston was surrounded by the blood of those unmoving large beasts in the ground blended with his own. He was shaking so hard on his feet that he was unable to stop himself from collapsing to the ground in a crouch.

He saw something move at the top hill and his eyes met with the white wolf as well as the other wolves in varying colors. Grays, browns, and even blacks. After he saw his injuries, he only saw them as something he must get rid of. So, he lifted his gun to the white one, the one who seemed to lure him out inside the forest like bait to those wild wolves which attacked him...