Chapter 188

Nikolai POV

Alyssa stands naked, a gun aimed steady at Logan’s head, and the three of us stand around her like guard dogs—tense, alert, waiting to see which way this moment breaks.

No one says a word.

Not even him.

But it’s obvious now. He’s not War.

Hasn’t been since last night.

While our girl was taking back her power—fucking us like vengeance in the flesh—we never took our eyes off him. Not when every damn glance he threw her way was coated in jealousy and possession.

It was the way his jaw clenched every time Alyssa moaned for us.

The way his eyes tracked her like he’d already put his name on her body and was just waiting for us to figure it out.

And yeah, there was a moment I almost grabbed my gun and ended it right there.

But then I thought about War.

He’s gotta be trapped somewhere deep inside, buried alive in that fucked-up brain they share. Watching everything. Unable to do shit about it.

And if