The Pregnant Luna Mated to Ex’s Best Friend (Aria) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132: Rescue and Revelation

Chapter 132: Rescue and Revelation

(Aria’s POV)

The burly hired thug approached with murderous intent, his scarred face twisted with determination. Despite my desperate attempts to shield Alexander’s wounded body, the man roughly shoved me aside.

“Get out of the way, b***h!” he snarled.

My bound hands made it impossible to maintain balance as I tumbled backward onto the concrete floor. The thug grabbed Alexander by his blood–soaked collar and began dragging him toward the industrial cement mixer. The massive machine continued its thunderous roar, hungry for another victim.

Fresh blood continued to trail across the warehouse floor from Alexander’s stab wound, creating a horrifying crimson path that filled me with dread. My wolf howled in distress within me.

“Alexander!” I screamed, watching helplessly as his pale face grew even whiter.

“No!” I cried out desperately, struggling to stand up despite my bound ankles.

But Claire suddenly appeared above me, pushing me back down with vicious force. Her twisted, gleeful expression revealed the depths of her madness.

Her emerald eyes gleamed with insane satisfaction as she watched Alexander being dragged closer to his

doom.

“Aria Summers, don’t rush!” Claire laughed maniacally. “You’re next in line!”

She clapped her hands together with demented glee.

“I want you to watch with your own eyes as Alexander gets twisted into a pile of bloody mush! Hahahaha…”

I was about to attempt standing again when suddenly there was an earth–shattering crash.

A pure black luxury SUV with the distinctive Shadow Pack emblem had smashed through the warehouse entrance. Metal and debris scattered everywhere as the vehicle burst into the space.

When the driver’s door opened and an imposing figure emerged, my face immediately lit up with wild joy. “Dominic!” I called out, my voice cracking with relief.

His powerful Alpha presence filled the warehouse instantly, making even the concrete walls seem to vibrate with his authority.

Claire’s expression transformed from gleeful madness to panic and shock. She instinctively stepped back several paces, her confidence evaporating.

When she saw Dominic walking toward us with his commanding presence and grim expression, she .apped back to reality. Her eyes darted around frantically before falling on a heavy wrench nearby.

Claire immediately bent down and grabbed the metal tool, raising it above her head with murderous intent. “Go die!” she shrieked, charging toward me with the wrench.

But before she could bring the weapon down, Dominic had already leaped forward with his superior Alpha

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speed.

His powerful kick connected with Claire’s midsection, sending her flying several meters away. She crashed into a stack of metal barrels with a thunderous clang.

His silver–gray eyes flashed dangerously as he watched her crumple to the floor.

Dominic approached me immediately, his powerful Alpha scent wrapping around me protectively.

“Aria, are you alright?” he asked with concern, his voice gentle despite the chaos around us.

He helped me up from the ground and moved to untie my restraints with practiced efficiency.

However, I urgently pushed away his hands, panic flooding through me.

“Quick, quickly go save Alexander!” I frantically pointed toward the cement mixer. “They’re going to kill him!” Dominic remained unmoved, only frowning slightly. He continued using his knife to cut through my ropes with steady precision.

“Don’t worry,” he said in his deep voice, completely calm. “Alexander is fine. Someone has gone to rescue him already.”

It was only then that I realized Dominic hadn’t come alone.

Seven or eight territorial enforcers had followed behind him into the warehouse, their professional gear glinting in the dim light.

Once freed from my restraints, I immediately got up to check on Alexander’s condition. My ankles wobbled unsteadily after being bound for so long.

Dominic steadied my arm with gentle strength, his Alpha protectiveness evident.

“Be careful,” he cautioned.

The burly hired thugs had been subdued by the territorial enforcers with impressive efficiency. Heavy silver–infused restraints now secured their wrists.

Even Claire lay handcuffed on the floor, her perfect makeup smeared with dust and defeat.

Alexander was being carefully helped up by a uniformed enforcer, his movements slow and pained.

As he shifted position, the wound from the extracted knife began bleeding heavily again, staining his torn shirt with fresh crimson.

Despite his obvious agony, Alexander managed a weak smile in my direction. His amber eyes were dim with pain but alive.

“Aria…” he called out softly.

I rushed forward as quickly as my injured ankles would allow, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.

“Don’t talk,” I told him firmly. “We need to get you to the hospital immediately.”

Soon, Alexander was being carefully helped into an official enforcer vehicle by several uniformed officers.

I instinctively wanted to follow but Dominic’s strong hand grabbed my wrist.

He glanced down at my swollen ankle with concern.

“You ride in my car,” he stated with Alpha authority. “Your injuries need proper medical attention too.”

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