บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King's Pet: His Omega Slave : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Chapter 113OLLIE When Mama came to pick me up that day, Miss Patterson and Principal Reeves had wanted to talk to him. I'd waited outside the office, but I could hear some of it through the door."—concerns about Oliver's home situation—""—legally his guardian—""—if what Oliver described is accurate, then there are serious questions—"Mama had come out looking pale and shaky, and he'd held my hand so tight it almost hurt as we walked to meet Papa Ramon in the parking lot. That night, I'd heard Mama crying in his room, and Papa Ramon's voice murmuring softly, trying to comfort him.I'd realized then that what Samuel had told me was true. That Mama really was my mama, not my brother. That he'd had me when he was very young, too young, and that it made people look at him with pity and horror.That I was the reason people looked at Mama that way.I was the reason Mama had suffered.I was the reason Mama had to run away from Samuel.I was the reason for everything bad that had happened

Chapter 115RAMONThe hospital waiting room felt like a cage. I'd been pacing for what felt like hours—probably because it had been hours—wearing a path in the already-worn carpet while my family watched with varying degrees of concern and fear. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, too bright and too clinical, making everything feel surreal and nightmarish.Troy was in surgery. Had been for two hours now. The stab wound had been deep, had nicked something important—I couldn't remember exactly what Rhodes had said because my brain had shut down the moment I'd seen Troy lying in the gardens, blood soaking through his shirt, his face white as death.And Lake and Ollie were gone. Taken. Kidnapped by Samuel Sanders and Frank Morrison in broad daylight, right under our noses, while we'd all been inside thinking they were safe.Safe. What a fucking joke.I stopped pacing long enough to look out the window at the darkening sky. The sun was setting, painting the clouds in shades of orange a

Chapter 117RAMON"Every second we waste planning is another second my family is in danger.""And every second we waste charging in without a plan is another second that could get your family killed," the officer countered. "Sir, I understand you're worried. But you need to let us do our job.""How long?" I demanded. "How long to get SWAT up there? To coordinate all of this?"The officers exchanged glances. "Minimum two hours," one admitted. "The roads up there are treacherous even in good weather, and with this snow starting to fall—""Two hours," I repeated, and the number felt like a death sentence. "You want me to wait two hours while Samuel has my mate and my son?""Ramon," Rafael said, coming to stand beside me. "They're right. We can't just rush in there. We need to be smart about this.""Fuck being smart," I said, already heading toward the exit. "I'm going. Anyone who wants to come with me can come. Anyone who wants to wait for the cops can wait.""Ramon Navarro," my mother's

Chapter 119RAMONSamuel opened his mouth, probably to say something else infuriating and cruel.I pulled the trigger.Samuel's scream echoed through the cabin as he crumpled, clutching his shattered knee. "YOU FUCKING SHOT ME!""That was your knee," I said calmly, though inside I was screaming with rage and fear. "You've got another one. And then I'll start on other body parts. Now, where is Ollie?""I don't know!" Samuel sobbed, his face twisted in pain. "Frank drove somewhere, came back without the kid. I don't know where. I didn't ask!""Ramon," Rafael said urgently. "The police are on their way. They'll have search and rescue teams, proper equipment. We need to let them—""We don't have time for that," I interrupted. "Ollie called me from somewhere nearby. He's out there right now. Every second we waste, his chances of survival go down."I ran out of the cabin, back toward the SUV where we'd parked. If Ollie had called me, his phone—his watch—would have GPS. Marcus had tracked th

Chapter 121RAMONI pulled my gun and pressed it against Samuel's other knee—the one I hadn't already shot. "Last chance. Tell me who helped you, or I'm going to make sure you never walk again. And then I'm going to start on other body parts. Your hands, maybe. Your spine. See how much you can lose before you bleed out.""Mr. Navarro, stand down!" The cops were getting more insistent, but my brothers were holding firm."Tell him," Marcus said to Samuel, his voice cold. "Because if you don't, Ramon's going to kill you. And honestly? We're probably going to let him."Samuel's bravado was crumbling now, genuine terror replacing the smugness. He could see it in my eyes—I wasn't bluffing. I would absolutely follow through on every threat."I don't know!" he finally gasped. "I swear, I don't know who it was!""Bullshit.""I'm telling the truth!" Samuel's words came out in a rush now, tripping over each other in his desperation. "Someone contacted me after the money drop. Called herself Miss