Semua Bab THE ALPHA'S HIDDEN HEIRS: Bab 11 - Bab 16

the fortress buzzed with motion. Blood was still being scrubbed from weapons and armor and an unease clung to the walls like smoke. We had won for now but peace was far from what we felt.Something lingered. Someone.“We need to flush them out,” Maya said flatly as she entered the war room, her silver-streaked braid clinging to her back with sweat and dried blood.Eric nodded, not looking away from the reports that Jaden had posted. “Kyle didn’t work alone. He couldn’t have.”“He had access to someone on our side,” Jaden muttered. “The breach... It was too precise.”I stood near the door, arms crossed.“They knew when we were moving. Where we’d be. Even the disguises”Eric turned to me, eyes sharp. “Then we find who did especially since Kyle escaped.”They nodded, something in their eyes gave me a sense of assurance but I knew how long it would last.Maya began tracing every communication made in the last two weeks. Every person's steps, every word.And soon they finally made

The chamber beneath the fortress was built for one purpose, extraction.The walls were reinforced with runes to muffle sound. The floor was stone, probably stained by older wars. No windows. Just cold air, steel chains, and shadows.Eric stood at the center, shirtless, his hands bloody from the first strike. Jaden lingered in the background, watching silently. I had taken the twins to a secure wing, locking the door and telling them not to come out, no matter what they heard.After Jaden brought the spies, they had gone in search of more. Only five others were discovered, but it was better then none.The right was quick, just Eric and Jaden against the other five. When the fight was over, the only thing left was their bodies, ribbed apart and creating a stream of blood.Now it was just them. The two spies.One of the men, a young rogue with scars on his neck and silver-threaded tattoos spit a mouthful of blood at Eric’s feet.“You’ll get nothing from us.”Eric didn’t flinch. “I don’t

Days passed and Vincent and his men where quiet, Too quiet.Training continued and the patrols doubled. The fortress pulsed with tension, everyone waiting for Eric’s strike on The Cradle.But Vincent didn’t wait. He watched and when everyone least expected it, he moved.In the woods beyond the fortress, a low fog crept through the trees, swallowing roots and shadows alike. Three figures moved soundlessly beneath the veil of mist, clothed in black, faces painted with runic markings.Vincent’s chosen.Spies bred for infiltration.One of them, smaller, with red-tipped claws, pressed a gloved hand to the earth.“They’re asleep,” she whispered. “Eric is gone. Half the guards rotated.”The second pulled out a small carved crystal, humming with dark energy. “We go for the girl first. The boy second. The mother... we bring alive.”“And if they resist?” the third asked.“We won't give them a chance to.”Inside the fortress, I couldn’t sleep.Something had shifted in the air. I could feel it in