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Chapter 88: Maternal Mayhem

Author: Ubee
last update publish date: 2026-04-30 17:46:57

The panic room in the Ikoyi safehouse had become a fortress under siege. The reinforced steel door groaned under the relentless pounding of the hybrid swarm outside. Tentacles slapped and scraped against the metal, leaving glowing blue residue that sizzled like acid. The child inside Alex’s swollen belly kicked harder with every impact, as if excited by the chaos, its tiny tentacles brushing against the inside of his skin in curious, almost eager movements.

Alex leaned against the far wall, bre
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