Todos los capítulos de THE ALPHA'S REJECTED TWINS: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

AUTHOR’S POVA security guard came behind Matteo and grabbed his arm, yanking him away from Elena. He held a remote control in his hand, which he used to shock Matteo again.“You are going into the isolation tank, you little shit,” the guard said. “And this time, you are staying there for good.”The other kids gave them space, knowing better than to interfere. They watched as the guard lifted Matteo off the ground and carried him on his shoulder, leading him towards the metal door.Matteo pursed his lips; he didn’t beg or plead. But he was not ready to give up. He looked at Elena, who was still on the floor, recovering from the shock. He saw the flash drive next to her, unnoticed by the guard. He winked at her, hoping she would understand.“Do it,” he mouthed.Elena stared at him, then at the flash drive. A lightbulb flashed in her head, and a slow smile spread across her face. She reached for the device, hiding it in her palm.***Pain throbbed and burned in Matteo's ribs as th

AUTHOR’S POVElena’s fingers trembled as she inserted the flash drive into the mainframe’s port, the small device producing a series of urgent beeps that cut through the screams of the other children. The darkness was abruptly shattered by a flood of lights that broke out from every corner of the walls.Her eyes drifted to one of the security guards, and he glared at her with an intensity that left her breathless. The security guard, his eyes narrowed, lunged towards her with a snarl. “What the hell did you do? You little bitch!” He barked, his hand reaching for the baton at his belt.Elena’s heart hammered against her ribs as she spun on her heels, her glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose. She shoved them back up with a shaky hand and ran as fast as she could. All the doors of the lab flew open with a metallic clang, including the isolation tank, releasing all the kids from their confinement.A fresh wave of surprise rippled through the kids without being told what to do. They

AUTHOR’S POVThe morning’s delicate peace shattered as Dante and his men emerged from the lab, only to be met with a scene that sent a jolt of shock through Dante’s veins. Nora stood there, a blade pressed against his wife's throat, her eyes burning with flames that could burn the entire world.Dante’s heart took off like a kite in a windstorm, but his face remained a mask of stone. “Ms. Famous,” he began, his voice a controlled rumble. “This... this isn’t the way. I admit I was wrong, but it doesn’t have to end like this.”“I can see only one of my sons,” Nora replied sharply, her gaze never wavering from Dante’s. “Now, I want a visual on the other one as well. You will do as I say if you want me to release your wife, or else.” Her voice was lowered, dark, and full of unspoken threats.Anger flared in Dante’s stomach, a fiery serpent coiling in his gut. He raised his hand to his face, his fingers pressing into his skin as if to contain the fury within. “Why, my love? How could you le

AUTHOR’S POV The night was a coat around Nora’s car, its headlight piercing the darkness as she edged closer to the border of the Stormchaser pack. She dipped her head, a silent prayer that they would remain unseen. Asher was a silent companion in the seat; his breaths were deep and even in sleep. Matteo finally stirred from his slumber, his eyes snapping open wide with confusion and surprise. “…Mom? How am I here? And how are you here?” Matteo inquired, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. “Shh,” Nora whispered, her index finger pressed to her lips, her eyes fluttering to the rearview mirror. “Keep your voice down; I will answer all your questions when we are out of this stupid pack.” A small worry line creased between Matteo’s brows. “Why are you asking me to keep my...” he inquired, but before he could finish his speech, their world was abruptly invaded by the roar of another engine. A car, like a beast on the prowl, overtook them, cutting across their path with destructi

AUTHOR’S POV Rick’s sleep was disturbed by the continuous buzzing and biting of mosquitoes. A sharp pain pierced into his palm. He awoke to the sensation of a rat scurrying across the cold stone floor of his cell. Anger and disgust flooded his belly as he jumped to his feet. His hands grasped the iron bars above. The dungeon’s cage-like structure became his makeshift gym. He began doing push-ups, his body sweating and groaning with each energetic movement. The echo of footsteps stopped his exercise. He dropped to the ground, expecting someone, but not her. His mother stood there, a tray of food in her hands. It wasn’t who he was waiting for, but the sight of her ignited a familiar warmth in his heart. Her smile was tentative as she asked, “How have you been, darling?” His response was a mere groan as he turned his back to her. A small frown touched her face as she placed the tray through the dungeon’s serving hatch. “Won’t you speak to me, even once?” she inquired. “I’m sorry I h