Semua Bab The Contract between two Alphas : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The courtroom buzzed quietly with whispers, tension wrapping around every bench and polished floorboard like invisible wire. The lights above hummed, casting a sterile glow over the chamber. Everyone was seated. The accused had been dragged in again this time bruised, cuffed tighter than ever, with two officers flanking him on either side like iron gates.Serena sat at her desk with a calm stillness that didn’t match the heat in her eyes. She was tapping her pen against the case file, her gaze locked on the prisoner like a cat watching a trapped mouse.The judge, an older man with bags under his eyes and a zero-tolerance attitude, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “Court is now in session.”The defendant’s name was called out.He didn’t speak. His lip was split from the failed escape attempt the night before. His shirt still bore the faint trace of the scuffle the desperate sprint through the underground service tunnel in the holding facility, the nearly successful lock ove

The air was heavy with a stale mix of sweat, metal, and the faint tang of desperation. Marsen leaned against the cold metal bench inside his cell, jaw clenched, eyes sharp despite the fatigue and bruises decorating his face.He had spent the last two nights nursing the pain of his failed escape attempt. The bruises from the scuffle were fading slowly, but the ache in his gut was fresh not just from the stabbing during the fight but from the weight of what lay ahead.Dom’s name hung in the air between him and the walls like a noose. Marsen knew what he had to do. There was only one way out if Dom agreed to help him. But threatening a man like Dom was dangerous. Deadly.His hands curled into fists. He had no choice.He watched the corridor beyond his cell bars with a predator’s patience. Hours passed, the sounds of distant shouting, footsteps, and metal clinking blending into a dull background hum.Then, late in the evening, a shadow moved near his cell. A small package slipped through

Serena’s car pulled up to the sleek high-rise apartment building where she and Dom shared their uneasy refuge. She sat for a moment behind the wheel, her fingers gripping the steering wheel as though she could anchor herself there. The city lights blurred through the windshield, but her mind wasn’t on the view.She glanced at her phone again. The unread messages from Marsen sat there like tiny bombs, the word “Ghost” echoing in her head with an almost physical weight. Dom’s name was also there in her recent calls, another reminder that she hadn’t told him everything yet because she wasn’t sure if she could.Taking a steadying breath, she unlocked the car door and stepped out. Her heels clicked against the polished pavement, each step sounding sharper than she meant. Inside, the lobby smelled faintly of clean linen and expensive polish. She avoided the doorman’s curious glance and pressed the elevator button without speaking.The ride up was silent except for the low hum of machinery

As Serena drove through the city streets, the weight of the past few days pressed down on her like a relentless storm. Beside her, Mrs. Ngala sat rigidly, clutching her purse as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality.They had barely spoken since leaving the hospital. The heavy silence was filled with unspoken fear, desperation, and the fragile hope that justice could still be found.The police station’s towering facade loomed ahead cold, unwelcoming, and ominous. Serena took a deep breath, steeling herself. No matter how difficult this day became, she had promised Mrs. Ngala she would fight for the truth.They stepped inside, the sterile lights flickering overhead as the muffled buzz of phones and distant conversations filled the air. At the front desk, a clerk glanced up briefly.“We’re here to see Detective Harris regarding the Ngala case and Marsen’s death,” Serena said, voice steady despite the turmoil inside.The clerk nodded and typed rapidly, then gestured toward a

The door to Serena’s apartment closed behind her with a tired click, the sound echoing in the empty space like a final release of the day’s weight. She leaned back against the wood, eyes closed, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding for hours. The crushing exhaustion settled in her bones, dulling the sharp edges of grief and frustration that had gnawed at her since morning.She didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to move. Just wanted the silence to swallow her whole.But the quiet didn’t last.From the living room, a voice broke through the haze, low and deliberate.“Back late again.”Serena opened her eyes reluctantly, pushing away from the door. There he was Dominic standing near the window, arms crossed, his gaze sharp like a blade. His silver-gray eyes held something that flickered between concern and irritation.She swallowed down the tight knot in her throat and tried for calm. “Work ran late.”He stepped closer, voice dropping. “You didn’t answer your phone, R