All Chapters of under his control : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Ava pov The first sound Ava heard was her own breath, fragile and uneven, like a child learning to inhale for the first time. Every part of her body felt foreign her fingers trembling, her skin burning, her heartbeat echoing in a rhythm she didn’t recognize. When she opened her eyes, the world was dim, washed in shades of grey and ash. She could feel the cold biting into her bones, but under it was something else: a low vibration, a hum buried deep in the air, too faint for the ear but clear in her blood. She tried to sit up, but pain rippled through her abdomen like lightning. Her hands went instinctively to her stomach. The child. Still there. Still alive. Her relief came in a broken gasp that ended in a sob. The warmth beneath her palm was faint but steady. Whatever storm had raged through her body hadn’t taken the baby. Not yet. Then she saw Liam. He was a dark silhouette against the pale horizon, standing at the mouth of the valley with his back to her, shoulders rigid, coat

Ava pov When Ava woke, the air tasted like metal. She opened her eyes to a sky that looked like bruised streaks of red and violet bleeding into the dawn. Her head ached, her palms burned, and her throat was raw from something she couldn’t remember screaming. Then came the voice. Soft at first. Familiar. Liam. “Hey,” he said, crouched beside her. His voice cracked with relief. “You’re awake.” She blinked slowly. He looked worse than she’d ever seen him blood dried along his temple, dark circles beneath his eyes. But his gaze was steady, locked on her like she was the only thing keeping him breathing. “Where…?” she rasped. “Outside Lucerne still. The ruins.” He swallowed hard. “You’ve been out for almost twenty hours.” Ava’s pulse spiked. “The cube Victoria ” “Gone.” His jaw flexed. “At least, we think so.” She tried to sit up, but Liam stopped her, pressing a hand gently to her shoulder. “Don’t. You lost a lot of strength.” She obeyed, though her body thrummed with unease.

Ava pov The compound was no longer a place of shadows and secrets, it was a war zone. The night glowed red from the flames devouring the research wings, every explosion sending glass and metal shrieking into the sky. Ava ran through the chaos with the sound of gunfire behind her, smoke burning her lungs as she clutched the vial Liam had given his life for. Her hands trembled, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Every step she took felt like walking through the ghosts of everyone Victoria had destroyed. The intercoms crackled with the madwoman’s voice. “You think you’ve won, Ava?” Victoria’s tone was calm, almost tender. “You’re just completing my work.” Ava didn’t answer. Her boots splashed through pools of blood and chemical waste. In the reflection of broken glass, she barely recognized herself soot on her face, eyes fever-bright, hair matted with sweat. Somewhere in the distance, she could still hear the faint sound of Liam’s heartbeat from the monitors, though she knew it wasn

Ava pov The fire wouldn’t stop. It ate everything: the air, the noise, the memory of his voice. Ava tried to breathe, but all she could taste was smoke and salt from her own tears. Liam’s body lay heavy in her arms, his skin already cooling. The light that had always burned behind his eyes was gone. For a long moment, she couldn’t move. The rest of the world blurred the rumble of collapsing steel, the hiss of dying flames. It was just him and her, bound by the silence between heartbeats. Then something warm pulsed beneath her hand. She looked down and saw faint golden light spreading under her skin, the cure, alive, moving, transforming. Liam’s words echoed inside her: Now you’re the cure. Ava closed her eyes, swallowed her sob, and let the serum flow. The warmth spread through her veins, and with it came something else. It was like her body had become a vessel of light and grief. Her heartbeat grew louder, faster. The ground beneath her trembled. When she finally stood, the worl

Ava pov The world was breaking open again. The ground trembled beneath her feet as Ava stumbled through the forest clearing, clutching the baby against her chest. Every explosion in the distance echoed like a reminder that Victoria’s shadow had not died with the woman’s last breath. The detonations were spreading outward, measured, deliberate, and almost rhythmic. A chain reaction. A warning that the war was not over, merely changing shape. She didn’t have time to rest. The smell of burning chemicals lingered in the air, mixing with the cold scent of rain that had begun to fall in hesitant drops. The child stirred again, tiny fingers curling against her skin. His breath was warm, alive, grounding her in a world that was otherwise unraveling. She reached a ridge and looked down. Through the fading mist, she could see what was left of the compound, a scar on the earth, still glowing faintly from the fires. Somewhere in the wreckage, Liam’s body was being carried away by rescuers sh