Chapter 191

War POV

“You can’t keep me in here!”

Logan’s voice ricochets through the bars of the cage he built for me—now the same one I’ve slammed shut on his pathetic ass.

“Oh, I can, motherfucker,” I growl. “You’re the reason we can’t have her.”

I kissed her twice tonight—the first time, not because I deserved it.

Because I was about to die.

After more than an hour of watching her get fucked senseless by her three lucky bastards, Logan started to unravel.

I felt it.

The cracks. The itch under the skin. The moment where he would’ve snapped—and taken me with him.

But Alyssa kissed

him.

Not out of love. Not even pity.

Just enough to distract him. Just enough to let me break free.

She saved us.

But only one of us deserves to live with that.

And now, I’m about to eliminate one more threat to her.

My president.

Something’s not fucking right. I know he was ready to see the Reapers fall, and