Alpha King’s pregnant Ex-Luna

In the midst of the dark night, the air thick with tension and primal energy, he clenched his fist tightly, his bones cracking under the pressure. With a furious roar, he crashed his hand down upon the worn steering wheel, the force resonating with the feral power that surged through his veins.

The piercing sound of his vehicle’s horn shattered the silence, its shrill cry echoing ominously through the tranquil residential area. Unbeknownst to him, Nelly, confined within the confines of the elevator, her heart racing in response to the relentless and thunderous honking, felt an instinctual fear clawing at her chest.

As the night descended upon the world, the bar came alive, its atmosphere saturated with a sense of desperation and dissatisfaction. Bodies writhed on the dance floor, men and women succumbing to the seductive rhythm, as they sought to escape the burdens of their mundane lives.

Yet, amidst the sea of frenzied movements, Alpha Kilian stood out like a misplaced predator. Perched upon a barstool, numerous empty glasses of alcohol stood as sentinels before him. Shot after shot, he drowned his sorrows, his thirst for oblivion unquenchable.

The incessant ringing of his phone pierced through the cacophony, demanding his attention, but Alpha Kilian paid it no mind. There was no intention to answer those calls, for he was consumed by his own demons.

His magnetic presence lured in women like moths to a flame. They saw in him a certain richness, his appearance and attire hinting at a life of affluence and power. One woman, however, stood apart, observing Alpha Kilian from the shadows. She cared not for his wealth, instead craving only the pleasure of his company. Adjusting her dress to reveal more of her tantalizing skin, she made her approach.

“Hello, handsome. Are you alone?” Her voice dripped with seduction, her eyes smoldering in the dim light as her heavy makeup accentuated her sensuous allure.

Alpha Kilian ignored her advances, his gaze firmly fixed on the bar counter.

Unwilling to be deterred, the woman drew closer, her hand gliding across his shoulder with an intimate touch. “What’s wrong? Are you not happy? Do you need my company, or is there something else that captivates your interest?”

This time, Alpha Kilian lifted his gaze, his eyes a frigid abyss that sent shivers down the woman’s spine.

“Get lost,” he replied, his voice laced with arctic disdain.

Taken aback, the woman’s anger flared. “Bastard! Who do you think you are? Wait here. I’ll teach you a lesson.” With those final words, she turned on her heels and stormed off in search of retribution.

Alpha Kilian remained unfazed, drowning himself in his drink.

Moments later, the woman returned, accompanied by a burly man adorned with tattoos, his menacing presence palpable. Nestling against his chest, she assumed a kittenish demeanor. “Darling, he disrespected me. Teach him a lesson, won’t you?”

“He dares to test my patience?” The tattooed man growled, towering over Alpha Kilian. Flexing his hand, five formidable men materialized out of the shadows, their gazes fixed upon their newfound prey.

But even in the face of impending danger, Alpha Kilian betrayed no fear. He continued to consume his alcohol, as if savoring the last remnants of his own recklessness.

The tattooed man approached, his eyes scrutinizing his adversary, before knocking the glass from Alpha Kilian’s grasp. “You’re the one who bullied my girl?”

Alpha Kilian regarded the spilled liquid, blinking slowly. Though his demeanor remained unaltered, his gaze burned with a newfound intensity.

“While I may not know who your girlfriend is, I’ll give you a chance to apologize. But should you refuse, I’ll be more than happy to educate you.” A cold chuckle escaped Alpha Kilian’s lips.

The tattooed man erupted into laughter. “Apologize? You’ve got some nerve! Do you have any idea who I am? I am the ruling force in this domain. I can spare your life, or I can snuff it out with a flick of my wrist.”

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Alpha Kilian stood, removing his jacket with slow deliberation.

Amusement flickered in the depths of his eyes as the tattooed man sneered. “What? Do you seek a fight?”

“With my mood as it is tonight, it seems inevitable,” Alpha Kilian replied, his gaze shifting to the men lurking behind his adversary. “Shall we do this one at a time, or would you prefer a collective effort?”

Provoked by Alpha Kilian’s audacity, the tattooed man’s cheeks flushed with rage. Refusing to be humiliated, he stepped forward, placing his hand on Alpha Kilian’s shoulder. “Listen closely – don’t dare act superior in my realm. Believe me, I can snap you like a twig, before deciding whether you live or die.”

“Is that a fact?”

Alpha Kilian’s gaze locked with the tattooed man’s, his lips curling into a sinister smirk. And then, with a sudden, swift motion, he seized the man’s hand, twisting it with brutal force. His stare grew darker, swallowing the tattooed man whole.

“Tonight, it seems you have willingly become my personal punching bag. Consider yourself honored!” Alpha Kilian’s voice dripped with cruel delight.

The tattooed man howled in agony, pleading for release. “Bastard! Release me!”

Alpha Kilian scoffed, his grip unyielding.

A resounding crack filled the air as Alpha Kilian broke the tattooed man’s arm, the sound echoing through the bar, chilling the hearts of onlookers.

Alpha Kilian relinquished his hold, allowing the tattooed man to crumple to the floor, writhing in agony. From the shadows, a voice called out, “Go! Punish that wretched cur! Annihilate him!”

The five men charged towards Alpha Kilian, their minds clouded by the allure of power and fortune. A cacophony of shattered glass and desperate cries erupted in the bar, terror seizing the hearts of those present.

But Alpha Kilian reveled in the chaos, finding solace in the chaos that mirrored his own inner torment.

Bang!

One by one, his opponents crumpled before him, their knees weakened by his savage blows.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

A symphony of pain conducted by Alpha Kilian, his prowess unmatched as he danced amidst the chaos, every movement a testament to his untamed nature.

“I’ve barely warmed up!” Alpha Kilian sneered, his lips twisted with sadistic pleasure. “Is that all you have to offer? Or is there another fool willing to entertain me?”

The tattooed man, his face contorted with fear, hastily reached for his phone. “Summon everyone! We have a situation here!” With that, he ended the call.

A wicked smirk curled at the corner of Alpha Kilian’s mouth.

In a matter of moments, a battalion of men flooded the bar, surrounding Alpha Kilian in a tight circle. The tattooed man, his mettle once again resolute, pointed an accusatory finger at Alpha Kilian. “Apologize now, or you will leave here breathless.”

Alpha Kilian met his gaze head-on, the fire in his eyes unyielding. “It would be wise for you to gather even more men. I crave for more punching bags!”

The tattooed man seethed with rage. “So be it!” He commanded his comrades, “Confront him together! Destroy him! Show no mercy!”

As one, the men closed in on Alpha Kilian, their combined force like a tidal wave crashing upon him.

Under the flickering lights, his eyes glinted with a predatory gleam.

And in the heart of the pandemonium, a mysterious figure secretly recorded the unfolding violence, its phone capturing the brutality with a sense of morbid fascination.