Discarded By Him, Claimed By The Enemy

Chapter 4

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the cabin. On the surgical platform, Etta's body was limp, her breathing shallow. The

out, boss," Mya's tense voice came

alert flashed on t

cursed from the driver's seat. He engaged the vehicle's

e metallic tang of blood and the sterile scent of antis

most translucent. Thirty minutes was an eterni

asn't logical. It wasn't

ecisive. He ignored the plasma packs and the sterile saline. Hi

ling up the sleeve to expose the pale skin of his forearm. He took the thick-gauge

econd needle, and guided it toward Etta's slender arm. He f

. It traveled down the tube, a crimson

y reacted. A deep frown creased her brow, and a sof

olding her still. His voice was a low, h

n horror. "Boss, what the hell are you doing? You can't just- You're

cold fury. The unspoken threat was so potent, so absolute, that De

th a soft whir, a sheet of black, soundproof armored glas

d of their own. The only light came from t

and Mya exchange

he?" Dex whispered

her own voice barely audib

rsed through him. He watched the tube, watched his own life flowing into her. His gaze was unwavering, his focus absolute-as if this single act contained mor

s brushing against her icy

to change. It grew stronger, more regular. The numbers on the

A faint touch of color

d her back f

thdrew the needles. He wrapped a pressure bandage around his own

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Discarded By Him, Claimed By The Enemy

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“I fought for the NorthCom mercenary team for five years, bleeding for them and treating them like family. But during a brutal blizzard extraction, after I was gutted and exposed to a deadly neurotoxin to protect our flank, my commander, Jeffrey, called for a sudden vote. He calmly asked the team who was in favor of leaving me behind. One by one, the men and women whose lives I had just saved raised their hands. Jeffrey looked down at me, his eyes completely devoid of emotion, and casually kicked my desperate hand away from his boot. "This is for the good of the company, Etta. It's a calculated loss." They stripped me of my weapons, tossed a plastic-wrapped first-aid kit into the snow, and flew away in their warm helicopter, leaving me to freeze to death. As the ice seeped into my bones, the agonizing truth hit me. I was nothing but a disposable tool. A minor, pathetic footnote in Jeffrey's glorious corporate rise. I had sacrificed my life for people who viewed me as garbage the second I became a liability. But the person who stepped out of the howling storm to save me wasn't a friend. It was Kraig Crawford, the ruthless CEO of the rival syndicate and Jeffrey's deadliest enemy. He pumped his own blood into my dying veins, his eyes burning with a dark, terrifying obsession. "You're my war prize now." I didn't know what this monster truly wanted with me, but as my heart started beating again, I made a promise to myself. I was done being a calculated loss.”