Semua Bab Revenge For My Alpha: Sequel of Fated To The Alpha Twins : Bab 101 - Bab 110

The sun hung low in the sky, casting soft rays across the sprawling university campus. It was supposed to be the golden hour—warm, calming, full of the promise of rest—but for Lucas, Liam, and Graham, it only deepened the frustration that had been simmering inside them since the exam hall doors shut. Their shoes hit the pavement with tired weight, the three of them walking in silence for a stretch before Liam finally let out a groan that echoed into the air like a frustrated war cry. “That was the worst exam I’ve ever sat for,” he muttered, kicking a loose stone across the sidewalk. “I think I wrote my name and spent the rest of the time trying to remember how to spell ‘mitochondria.’ I swear I wrote it like five different ways.” Lucas smirked, but it faded quickly. His tall frame slumped with the exhaustion that came not just from a sleepless night, but from a string of nights. “You’re not the only one,” Graham said, shaking his head. His dark curls were wild with sweat, stickin

The door clicked shut behind the freshman, and for a few moments, the room was silent. Lucas leaned back against the armrest of their shared apartment couch, his eyes locked on the jittery freshman standing in the middle of the room. Liam sat on the opposite couch, legs spread apart, hands resting on his knees, while Graham leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen, arms crossed, gaze sharp and unblinking. The silence grew heavy, almost thick enough to taste. "Alright," Lucas said finally, his voice calm but firm. "You’ve been let in. Now talk." The freshman looked like he could either bolt or throw up. His eyes darted between the three older boys, clearly overwhelmed by the intensity in the room. He swallowed hard. “My name’s Ezra,” he began, voice low and tight. “I didn’t know who else to talk to.” “We’re listening,” Liam said, motioning with a small wave of his hand. “Start from the beginning.” Ezra nodded quickly and looked down at the carpet as if searching for courage

The moon peeked between broken clouds, casting silver rays across the dense foliage of the woods just outside the campus as four wolves moved through in silence, their goals pushing them forward. Crickets chirped, and leaves rustled beneath the hurried feet of four wolves trekking deep into unknown territory, the tension between them tight enough to snap. Lucas led the group with a clenched jaw, fists tightening at his sides like he was already imagining pounding them into someone’s face. He had been waiting for a good lead that would take them straight to the supplier or dealers of the Fenrys Serum drug, and now it was just a few more steps away, his excitement was obvious. His eyes, normally sharp with casual arrogance, were now set with something deeper—purpose, fury, and the relentless drive to end what had started as a bad joke and had quickly spiraled into something deadly. Behind him trailed Liam and Graham, whispering low between themselves, while Ezra walked ahead of th

The faint sound of a timer chime pierced the heavy silence of Lily’s room. Ding. It was like the tolling of a bell—subtle, but final. Lily stared at the screen of her laptop, breath caught somewhere between her lungs and her lips. The countdown timer that had ticked ominously for the last twenty-four hours had disappeared. In its place was a blinking cursor beside the words: “Enter Password (3 Attempts Remaining).” The air turned still, as if even the breeze that occasionally wafted in from the slightly cracked window had paused to watch. Maya leaned forward first, eyes wide, lips parted. “It’s time…” Lena stood a few steps behind, arms folded tightly across her chest. She looked pale. But then again, she always looked pale when they talked about Eliza—especially when they brought up the night she died. Lily’s fingers hovered above the keyboard, trembling slightly. Thry were now down to just three tries. Three. If they got it wrong three times, Eliza’s phone would permane

The woods were bleeding silence. Not a single owl hooted. No night breeze rustled the branches. Even the moon, veiled behind thick clouds, seemed to withhold its light, as if nature itself recoiled from what was about to unfold beneath its ancient trees. Boots crunched dead leaves. Bodies shifted in hurried movement. Jace’s grip tightened around the bloodied chain he had looped around Lucas’s wrists. The Alpha twin's head hung low, his breath sharp and heavy, lips drawn tight in a growl of fury and pain. Liam limped beside him, his shoulder bleeding from a dislocated joint, while Graham staggered behind, held between Ezra and another enhanced wolf who remained silent. The trio looked like conquered kings dragged from a fallen castle—bloodied, bruised, and shackled. "Move," Jace snarled, jerking Lucas forward. "You don’t have to do this," Lucas hissed. “You’re not murderers.” Jace chuckled, low and mocking. "Oh, but we are now, aren't we? Thanks to you." "Keep talking and