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Chapter 10 War of Claims

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The rain hammered the windshield as Elliott drove, knuckling white on the steering wheel. The photo from Jax stared back from his phone screen me on my knees in his bedroom, wrists bound, mouth open in a plea, cock hard and dripping. Timestamp: barely an hour before we’d left for Thornton’s office. Someone had been watching. Filming.

“Pull over,” I said, voice barely above the storm.

He didn’t argue. The car jerked to the shoulder of the empty highway, hazards blinking red in the dark. Elliott
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  • THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM    Chapter 120: Breakage Battle

    The rooftop of the ruined Apex tower had become the final battlefield of gods and mortals, a fractured altar where the Architect hovered like a deity who had grown weary of creation. Its androgynous form shimmered with shifting constellations, tentacles of pure light extending like living promises and threats. The Lagos night stretched below them, the city a warzone of fire and blue energy, hybrids howling in the streets as the signal pulsed through the air. Alex’s swollen belly pressed heavily against his tactical vest, the hybrid child kicking with increasing urgency, its tiny tentacles brushing against the inside of his skin. The leather collar around his throat and the platinum chain beneath it felt like the only anchors left in the storm of cosmic temptation.Damian stood beside him, pistol raised, body tense with the lingering mutation that still glowed faintly blue under his skin. His own cock strained against his trousers, the Architect’s pact amplifying every sensation into o

  • THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM    Chapter 119: Activated Agony

    The pact’s activation hit like a divine hammer.One moment, Alex and Damian stood on the rooftop of the ruined Apex tower, hands clasped, rings touching, the Architect’s glowing tentacles still retracting from their bodies. The next, white-hot agony exploded through their nervous systems. The soul tether—the forced symmetry the Architect had bound into their bond ignited. It wasn’t pain in the ordinary sense. It was deeper. Soul-deep. A tearing, burning, rewriting of who they were.Alex dropped to his knees, clutching his swollen belly as the hybrid child kicked violently inside him. The mutation from the Cradle and the realm’s influence surged in response, turning the agony into a twisted symphony of pleasure and torment. His cock hardened instantly, throbbing painfully against the fabric of his tactical pants, leaking thick streams of pre-cum that sizzled where they hit the concrete. His hole clenched and dripped slick, the child’s movements sending sparks straight to his prostate.

  • THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM    Chapter 118: Pact Perils

    The rooftop of the ruined Apex tower was a fractured altar under the alien fleet’s shadow. The Architect hovered before Alex and Damian, its androgynous form shimmering with shifting constellations, tentacles of light extending like living promises. The Lagos night stretched below them, the city a battlefield of fire and blue energy, hybrids howling in the streets as the signal pulsed through the air. Alex’s swollen belly pressed heavily against his tactical vest, the hybrid child kicking with increasing urgency, its tiny tentacles brushing against the inside of his skin. The leather collar around his throat and the platinum chain beneath it felt like the only anchors left in the storm of cosmic temptation.Damian stood beside him, pistol lowered but ready, his hand never leaving Alex’s arm. The mutation in his veins still glowed faintly blue, a reminder that the Architect’s influence had already marked them both. His eyes burned with the same possessive fire that had carried them thr

  • THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM    Chapter 117: Enemy Entry

    The Lagos night had become a fractured dreamscape where the laws of reality bent and twisted like smoke in the wind. The alien fleet’s remnants still hovered in the upper atmosphere, their obsidian hulls pulsing with dying blue energy, but the real threat had stepped through the final rift on the rooftop of the ruined Apex tower. The new foe was no hybrid, no clone, no remnant of the Matriarch’s twisted bloodline. It was something older. Something that had watched from the edges of existence since the first temporal fracture.It called itself the Architect.It stepped out of the swirling blue portal like a god descending from myth tall, ethereal, skin shimmering with shifting constellations, eyes like swirling galaxies that contained entire universes. Tentacles of pure light extended from its back, not for violence but for creation and control. Its presence warped the air around it; gravity fluctuated, colors bled into one another, and the very ground seemed to hum with reverence.Ale

  • THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM    Chapter 116: Reality Rift

    The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower was still smoking from the clone coup’s final collapse. Twisted metal and shattered consoles littered the floor, the air thick with the acrid scent of burnt wiring and hybrid ichor. Alex leaned against the far wall, one hand cradled protectively over his heavily swollen belly, the other gripping a scavenged pistol with white-knuckled force. The hybrid child inside him kicked hard, a powerful flutter that sent a fresh wave of mutation-fueled pleasure through his core. His cock throbbed painfully against the confines of his torn tactical pants, leaking steadily into the fabric. The collar around his throat and the platinum chain beneath it felt like the only steady things left in the world.Damian stood beside him, rifle slung across his back, blood streaking his face from a fresh graze above his temple. His own body showed the lingering effects of the clone’s neural attack—faint blue veins pulsing under his skin, eyes still

  • THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM    Chapter 115: Discovery Dread

    The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.Alex sat to Prime’s right, wrists bound to the armrests of the heavy chair, one hand instinctively trying to cradle the heavy curve of his belly where the hybrid child continued to grow. The leather collar around his throat and the platinum chain beneath it caught the harsh overhead lights, a visible symbol of the bond that had become legend among the rebels. His body was a constant battlefield—the muta

  • THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM    Chapter 15 The Last Claim

    Thornton’s silenced pistol caught the moonlight like a promise of silence. Voss stood to her left—older than I remembered from photos, paunchy, expensive coat dripping rain—eyes darting nervously. Marcus flanked her right, paunchier still, smirk gone, replaced by the twitchy fear of a man who knew

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-20

  • THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM    Chapter 14 Midnight at the Grave

    The federal agents cleared the holding room in a storm of clipped orders and radio static. Thornton was gone cuffed, silent, her silver hair the last thing I saw as they marched her down the corridor. Elliott stayed with me, refusing to leave my side even when the lead agent tried to separate us fo

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-19

  • THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM    Chapter 13 Inheritance of Blood

    The SUV barreled through rain-slick streets, wipers slashing frantically. My wrists burned under the cuffs, metal cutting into skin every time the vehicle hit a pothole. The officer in the passenger seat glanced back at me once expressionless then turned away. Thornton sat beside me in the back, le

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-19

  • THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM    Chapter 6

    The video looped again on Marcus’s cracked phone screen my voice, high and desperate,begging Elliott to fuck me harder. The sound filled the tiny office like poison gas. Jax still hadMarcus pinned to the floor, knee on his chest, but even he froze when the dean’s name flashed in the upload notifi

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-17
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