Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 151 Hunt and Kill

In a motel room,

"It’s all your fault!" Dyson slapped Gina hard across the face. "You told me Emily didn’t have a wolf, so I orchestrated the whole thing. And now you’ve got me hunted by Klaus."

If Klaus hadn’t sent a hitman after him, he wouldn’t be so despondent, hiding in a motel. He thought he’d be able to beat Klaus this time, but he didn’t expect the plan to fail.

If Klaus had taken his guilt to the king, he would’ve probably lost everything. His father could tolerate him once, twice, but that didn’t mean he’d tolerate him indefinitely.

So he didn’t dare return to the capital until he figured out what to do. Who knows how many men Klaus might have waiting to ambush him there?

"I didn’t expect this... I just wanted to help you," Gina stammered, staggering a few steps back from the slap. Her body hit the dresser, and she covered her cheeks. Her eyes filled with tears instantly.

"You idiot!" Dyson grabbed Gina by her hair, staring her down. "Maybe I should just leave you here to fend for yourself."

"Please don’t leave me," Gina pleaded, her hair tightly gripped by Dyson, a pained expression on her face.

At that moment, Dyson’s cell phone rang. He let go of Gina and snapped at her, "Kneel in the corner. You won’t be allowed to get up without my permission."

Dyson pulled out his phone and for a moment, his eyes froze on the screen, seeing the unfamiliar list of foreign numbers. The string of numbers seemed to carry an aura of mystery and danger, making his heart beat a little faster involuntarily. There was a hint of hesitation and uneasiness in his eyes, not knowing what news the call might bring. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

He walked to the bathroom, closed the door, and then pressed the answer button on the phone.

"It’s me," Dyson lowered his voice.

"Mr. Dyson, how are you doing?" A man’s hoarse and eerie voice came from the other end of the line. "Oh no, I should call you Prince now."

"What do you want?" Dyson asked.

"My king wants to see you, face to face," the man said.

"Why does he want to see me?"

"He wants to make a deal with you," the man at the other end of the line replied.

"What deal does he want to make with me?" There was a hint of wariness in Dyson’s voice.

"There are some things I can’t tell you over the phone," the voice grew colder.

"If you don’t tell me his true purpose, I won’t go to see him," Dyson said.

At this point, a cold laugh came from the other end of the phone. "Do you really think you’re qualified to negotiate with me? If I tell the King of the North what happened, do you think he’ll let you go? I’ll give you a minute to think about it."

Dyson clutched his phone, his face wearing a troubled expression. A minute seemed like an eternity to him, and he thought long and hard.

"So, what’s your decision?" When that cold voice pierced Dyson’s heart like a sharp needle, he felt frightened and nervous.

He took a deep breath and, after trying to regain his composure, said, "Yes, I would like to meet your king."

"Good, I’ll contact you again."

"Wait," Dyson said eagerly. "I’m stuck at the border right now. If your king wants to make a deal with me, I need him to protect me."

"It sounds like you’re in a tough spot, but I’ll let the king know what you want," the voice on the other end paused for a second. "I’ll get back to you."

"Hey, you haven’t even..." The man had already hung up before Dyson could finish his sentence.

He tried dialing the number again, but all he got was a busy signal. The monotonous beep echoed through the silent bathroom like a merciless mockery, and Dyson’s heart sank to the bottom of his stomach in an instant. He clutched his phone, his knuckles turning white from the force, his eyes filled with anger and despair.

"Shit!" Dyson slammed the phone into the mirror, which shattered instantly. Countless fragments were strewn about, glittering in the light with an icy shine. The broken mirror seemed to reflect Dyson’s shattered heart at that moment. He was panting, his chest heaving violently, anger churning like a raging tide in his heart.

In the shattered mirror, Dyson’s figure became distorted and indistinct. He looked at his angry, helpless reflection, and his heart was filled with fear and reluctance to face his unknown fate. In this cramped bathroom, Dyson fell into a deep state of despair.

A moment later, Dyson turned on the faucet and let the cold water wash over his face. The cold water struck his skin, dousing, bit by bit, the anger in his heart. He let the water wash away the biting coolness and tried to clear his mind.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and only the gurgling of the water echoed in his ears. Gradually, Dyson’s breathing steadied, and the anger in his heart was subdued.

When he finally calmed down, he walked out of the bathroom. However, his frown deepened as Gina’s low sobs echoed through the small room.

The emotion that had just subsided was again shattered by the cursed woman. He stared at Gina, who was on her knees, with a look of displeasure on his face.

He had bought the woman from the underground nightclub only to satisfy his beastly desires, but he hadn’t expected her to cause him so much trouble.

On his way out, he considered discarding her outright, but he was obsessively fascinated by her body.

He wouldn’t abandon her now, and when he was truly tired of playing with her, he might think of letting her go.

As the weeping woman looked up at Dyson, her pitiful helplessness instantly aroused his sexual desire.

"Go to bed," Dyson said casually.

When Gina tried to stand up, Dyson glared at her. "You know my rules."

Gina immediately got down on her knees and slowly crawled like a cat to the bed, where she pulled off her dress and panties, sticking her bottom in the air.

There were already too many whip marks on her bottom, and the old and new marks were interwoven like a tattered canvas. There was no pity in Dyson’s eyes as he looked at Gina’s scars.

He remembered how, as a boy, he had secretly watched the court’s chief flog errant servants, and how the man with the whip in his hand had beaten the servants to death without mercy.

When he saw it all, instead of being frightened, he was thrilled. Since then, he had learned that having power was the same as having everything.

He wouldn’t be an illegitimate child forever; he wanted more power, even the supreme power.

At that moment, the cold wind outside the window blew into Dyson’s face, and he was instantly brought back from the memory of the past to reality.

"Why am I remembering these things?" Dyson thought to himself as he turned his attention back to Gina.

He quickly took off his pants and thrust his erect penis straight into Gina’s ass.

The room soon resonated with the sound of palms slapping flesh and a continuous groan.