99 Times for Alpha’s Bestie novel Chapter 142

No one had expected I would be carrying a gun. Even Liyah froze in shock.

Early Liyah questioned why my bag was so bulky, but I cleverly maneuvered the conversation elsewhere, and Liyah never brought it back up again.

Now I’m sure that she understood-I had been prepared all along.

I never expected Liam to be the reason I would have to brandish a weapon, him and his big meddling mouth, but here I was, and I was glad I had it.

The moment I drew the weapon, the cold muzzle aimed straight between Sullivan’s brows, the man who had been so arrogant seconds ago went weak at the knees.

His face drained of colour as he waved his hands frantically, stumbling back.

“Much like you, I came with intent as well. These are silver bullets, asshole! You’re not leaving here either.”

They weren’t, but this i***t, weeping like a fool in front of me, didn’t need to know that.

“W-Wait… Claire! Let’s talk this out! Don’t shoot! We were just joking around!” Sullivan’s voice cracked, trembling beyond control.

“Yeah, yeah-we’re family, all one family! Put the gun down; we can discuss the house!” Susie chimed in, but I noticed she took a cautionary step back towards the door.

“Put the gun down, Claire! Someone could get killed!” Solomon added, his voice as shaky as his brothers.

Solomon and Susie were both panicking, trying to stop me, but the gun stayed steadily aimed at their weeping brother’s head as he kneeled before me, trembling.

“I’m no longer that helpless little girl you used to bully!” My voice cut like steel.

“You’ve stolen everything my family owned! And now, you won’t even spare this last piece of memory my parents left me! Fine-if someone has to die today, then we’ll die together! Whoever dares touch this house, I’ll take them down with me!”

My roar was sharp enough to slice through bone.

Gun steady, I confidently stepped forward, step by step. With a wicked smile, I c****d the hammer of the pistol and suggested we play a little game of hide and seek.

The group scattered back like startled birds, none daring to approach.

With one gun, I drove the entire mob to the doorway.

Carson had already pulled the heavy door wide open.

“Get out! All of you-get the hell out!” I snarled viciously.

Before my words could even fade away, the lackeys bolted like wild animals, scrambling over each other to flee.

The threat of silver bullets must have sunk in to all of them quickly.

As for my loving family, they exchanged a terrified glance, no longer daring to speak.

They shoved and stumbled their way out the door.

Within minutes of revealing my steel companion, silence returned to the old house.

Carson quickly shut the door, then turned back to me, giving me a heartfelt thumbs-up and proud smile.

“Ms. Reese, your foresight saved us all! If you hadn’t been prepared, we could never have driven those wolves away today!”

“This house is my bottom line. I won’t allow anyone to lay a finger on it.” I clasped Carson’s calloused hand, gratitude welling in my eyes. “Carson, thank you for guarding this place all these years.”

“Don’t say that, Ms. Reese.” Carson’s eyes reddened, his voice catching. “I’ve been willing to guard this house all along. It’s the least I could do, after your father once saved my life.”

Only then did I learn of the bond between Carson and my father.

I quickly held onto him, pressing for details.

It turned out Carson, Emeric, and my father had once fought side by side as comrades in the Royal Lycan war against the rise of the dark witches’ coven, trying to consume the western provinces as they had parts of the UK. Back at the border, when war flames raged, the three of them had charged into the battlefield together, facing death head-on.

A witch cast a fire trap, which exploded at close range, and at that desperate moment, it was my father who had dragged the wounded Carson and Alpha Emeric out of danger.

That life-saving act of courage was something both Carson and Emeric had vowed never to forget.

Even after they retired from service, the three of them remained bound by deep brotherhood.

My father relocated to Calgary to build his business, Alpha Emeric took over the pack once his father stepped down, while Carson chose to remain by Emeric’s side in service.

I had been too young when my father passed away, never really knowing that my father had lived with such valour. My mother never mentioned it.

She never mentioned my father much at all, claiming it hurt too much.

“Carson,” My eyes misted, my voice trembling, “do you know the details of my father’s accident?”