Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Caged Mate: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Twenty-four hours after Ava dropped that bomb, the Green Light Club was in a state of frenetic chaos. Xavier damn near couldn’t believe that after months of fruitless probing, Ava had been able to pry something so valuable out of Noah. Not that Xavier didn’t have faith in his mate’s abilities – by now, she’d gone above and beyond for their cause, even being as far away as she was. They were hardly in a place where his confession would be appropriate, but she’d been his rock those first few goddess-awful weeks he’d spent in convalescence recovering from the extensive wounds he’d sustained during the attack on Alliance Tower.He’d sustained three broken ribs, a few displaced vertebrae, a myriad of internal lacerations, lesions, and a host of fractured bones. All topped off with burns of various degrees and the effects of smoke inhalation. It had taken hours of daily healing sessions with Jack, followed up with human medi

The sounds of gunfire could clearly be heard echoing through the dense brush of trees as Xavier and his convoy raced through the untamed wilds of northeastern woodlands. The ride was hard and unforgiving; there were no trails to follow, no roads to smooth the way, for the simple fact that the Red Moon dungeon was strategically located in the harshest environment available within their region. Where the logic stands that to keep a prison as big as Red Moon’s hidden somewhere remote, it made it hell to reach in case of emergency. But then, Xavier supposed, there probably weren’t very many instances that would constitute an emergency worth risking the time and resources required to make such a trip.Typical, he snarled inwardly. In the six months since their world had gone completely to shit, it had become painfully clear to Xavier that the true enemy wasn’t the asshole humans vigilantes or even Noah perpetuating his mother’s ill-conceived war. No, wh

The human sycophant in Xavier’s grasp began to cackle and hack with a craze Xavier had never before witnessed. Snarling, he let go of his grip on the man, satisfied with the sick thud he made down below.Xavier made his way back to his party through the treetops, all the while casting around intent on finding a break in the fighting – a way to get his crew to relative safety. But everywhere, as far as the eye could see, was blocked by a swarm of claws and gunfire. The path to the cars, the way back toward the prison, all gone.Shit.He dropped down and retook his place in the formation but stayed in his half-formed state.“How’s it looking, Michaels?” Liam gritted out as he booted a Wolf away from him long enough for another from their team to use their enhanced strength to knock the wayward female over the head. She slumped to the ground, unconscious but still alive.“Not. Good.” Xavier spat. “There is no way

“Tell me, who can remember what our most important weapon is?” Ava asked as she paced back and forth, addressing the class of eager youngsters.Space was limited in the small room that had been set aside for their practice gym, but for their purposes, it worked just fine. Ava walked the length of the foam exercise mat and surveyed her class. Her class! It still floored her that Elodie had entrusted her, a perfect stranger, to instill their children with this vital information that very well may make a critical difference for them one day.Her first few lessons, she’d been a nervous wreck, stumbling her way through a homemade handout that she’d spent hours meticulously drafting at the local library the day before. Thankfully, the kids were patient, used to as they were with meeting new people with a wide variety of personal baggage. Now, two weeks and a handful of classes later, Miss Ava was far more comfortable with her students. But what was

Xavier walked through the long winding stone corridors of the Red Moon and tried his fucking hardest not to get sick. To call the conditions the inmates had been living under would be an understatement so severe it would require an unhealthy dose of cognitive dissonance to even utter.The facility was big, far larger than the actual number of current inmates called for. And so it baffled him to no end why when the building could fit two prisoners per cell with relative comfort, there was so much fucking evidence suggesting that so many cells were crammed to bursting with two or three times that amount. And it was filthy. From the inmate’s sleeping quarters to the cafeteria to the shower rooms, every visible surface was covered in a thick layer of grime. Unsettling russet splotches were smeared periodically across walls, the floors, even the goddess damned ceiling. One of their men who had been in charge of scouting out the prison had reported back significant eviden