All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S HIDDEN HEIRS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

it was midnight and the war room breathed like a living thing at Vincent's stronghold. Shadows stretched long against the jagged walls, crawling upward as though desperate to escape. The ceiling arched into darkness, swallowing each sound until every word spoken inside seemed to echo with unnatural weight.Lanterns dangled low and the runes carved deep into the obsidian floor pulsed faintly, each symbol glowing like the heartbeat of the fortress itself. The scent of incense clung to the air.Lucas stood at the center of the circle. The light of the runes licked up his boots, tracing his outline in ghostly fire. His face was composed, and blank, but the steady rise and fall of his chest betrayed the war within. His heart thundered, beating against his ribs like war drums summoning armies.Around him, Vincent’s lieutenants stood in grim silence, a ring of predators ready to devour one of their own. Three shadow priests flanked the edges of the room, their robes pooling like spilled in

New York City – Rooftop of GREYTECH TowerThe city pulsed beneath them like a living organism—lights blinking, horns echoing, skyscrapers stabbing the sky with silver edges. New York always hummed with a restless, metallic heartbeat, but tonight it felt especially alive, as if it sensed the tension coiling between the two figures on the rooftop.Wind whipped Selena’s coat behind her, the fabric snapping against her legs like restless wings. The cold bit into her cheeks, but she didn’t feel it. Her body was numb in a way that had nothing to do with weather.Eric stood beside her, tall and unyielding, his silhouette sharp against the dying sun. The fading light carved gold into the angles of his face—cheekbones, jawline, brows furrowed in that permanent battle-readiness he wore like armor.He looked like a man preparing for war.She looked like a woman who had finally stopped hoping.“You didn’t have to follow me,” Selena said without looking at him. Her voice was steady, but only becau

New York City – Selena’s ApartmentRain drummed a relentless rhythm against the windows, the city lights reflecting in the puddles on the streets below. Inside, the apartment was warm but weighed heavy with unspoken histories, decisions, and betrayals. Selena stood at the edge of the fireplace, staring into the flickering flame as if it could illuminate a path through the chaos that had consumed their lives.Eric entered quietly, boots leaving wet footprints across the marble. He was battered, dusted with mud from borderlands patrols, but he moved with a grace born of years of survival. The storm outside mirrored the one in his chest, and yet, he didn’t stumble. Not physically. Not emotionally. Not yet.“So,” Selena said quietly, her tone calm but edged with steel, “still fighting to prove yourself?”Eric gave a tired smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Always,” he said. The word carried weight, carrying decades of mistakes, regrets, and unspoken vows.Selena gestured to the

Ironwood Range – Inner Sanctum EntranceThe tunnels opened into a vast chamber carved directly beneath the stronghold, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old magic. Water dripped from the stone ceiling, pooling in cracks along the floor, reflecting the flicker of faint blue wards.Lily signaled her team to halt just outside the final threshold. Every warrior crouched, breathing shallow, muscles coiled like springs. Their combined power could rival a small army—but against Vincent’s sanctum, precision was everything. One misstep, one miscalculated spell, and the trap would snap shut.Lily traced a final rune in the air. “The wards are down,” she whispered. “But the magic here… it’s unstable. Be ready for anything. Silence, speed, lethal precision. Move!”They surged forward as one, shadows blending with the darkness, spells shimmering faintly as they passed through the threshold.---Vincent’s Stronghold – War RoomVincent’s eyes snapped to the energy spikes below, the Gate thru