Semua Bab Monster Can Love Too: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Noa didn’t sleep.Not after what he saw. Not after what she unlocked.He stood in front of the mirror, shirtless, chest heaving, eyes wild and unblinking.Alessio leaned against the doorframe, watching him like one might watch a loaded gun dangerous, beautiful, and likely to explode.“You’ve been staring at yourself for thirty minutes.”Noa didn’t look away. “I can’t tell if this is still me… or if I’m just the aftermath of what she made.”“You’re not her creation,” Alessio said, pushing off the wall. “You’re mine.”Noa’s gaze snapped to him, sharp and electric. “Don’t say that like it’s romantic.”“It wasn’t.”A pause.Then Noa smirked.He looked feral. Touched. Addicted to the chaos running in his bloodstream.“Are you scared of me now?”Alessio stepped closer. “Should I be?”Noa’s smile deepened. “I don’t know. That’s the fun part.”Then he lunged.Faster than before. His body was stronger, tighter, like the limits had been stripped from his bones.He slammed Alessio against the wa

Alessio’s first instinct was to shoot the detonator clean out of Rook’s hand, but Rook wasn’t that sloppy. He’d already tossed it into the corner, blinking red, counting down like the goddamn end of days.“Step away from the tanks!” Ivy yelled through the comms, voice sharp with panic. “If they fully activate Noa, they won’t just copy you. They’ll outnumber you.”Noa stood frozen. My mouth is dry. Breath gone.Each tank cracked and hissed.One by one.Rows of him.His face. His body. His everything.But wrong.Sharper jaws. Colder eyes. Some with scars he didn’t have. Some with surgical metal grafted to their ribs. One had no mouth at all. One had ink-black eyes that didn’t blink.“They’re not you,” Alessio said firmly, stepping in front of him.“I know,” Noa whispered. “They’re what she wanted me to be.”The first clone opened its eyes.Noa flinched.Because those eyes didn’t just look like his.They felt like his.The clone stepped forward, water dripping down his naked skin, muscle

Noa woke up choking on blood and static.His head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to his skull, then politely set it on fire. The taste of copper coated his tongue, thick and bitter, and when he reached up to touch his temple, his fingers came back slick and red.“Welcome back,” said a voice that didn’t belong.Not anymore.Across from him stood the clone but he wasn’t just the clone now.He was polished. Calm. Still wearing Noa’s face, Noa’s expressions but wrong. Almost too perfect. Like someone had edited out the trauma, the chaos, the scars and replaced it all with clean, cold programming.“You bastard,” Noa rasped, struggling to push himself up. “You hit me.”“I did more than hit you,” the clone said, crouching beside him. “I replaced you.”Noa blinked, trying to focus. “What the hell does that mean?”The clone tilted his head. “While you were unconscious, I removed your biometric identity from the safehouse network. Rewrote the access codes. Changed facial recognition.

The ship was dying.Power cut.Screens dark.Red emergency lights pulsed like a heartbeat on its last legs, illuminating pools of blood and broken glass across the lab floor. Metal groaned in the walls. The clone’s half-mechanical body convulsed where he’d fallen, but he wasn’t down for long.He was transforming.Noa lay sprawled on the floor, dazed, lungs barely sucking in air. His back burned from the impact. Every nerve screamed. But he kept his eyes open.He had to watch.The clone rose slowly. Bone snapped. Tendons rewired themselves with cable. Silver slid under the skin like liquid titanium knitting itself around a human frame. His left eye flickered red. His right was gone, replaced by a rotating lens with a scanner that made a high-pitched whine.“Phase Six complete,” the clone whispered. “No more humanity. No more heart.”Alessio raised his gun again. “You should’ve stayed dead.”The clone moved.Fast.Too fast.One blink, and he was behind Alessio, slamming him into the ste

The voice echoed through every speaker in the chopper smooth, unhurried, and laced with an unsettling familiarity. It wasn’t just a machine. It had rhythm. It had memory.It had Noa in it.“I watched you die,” it said calmly. “And I watched you win. Which is why I became you.”The team froze.Ivy spun toward the console, fingers already flying across keys. “I’m tracing the signal. It’s piggybacking on our sat-link. How the hell is it in our system?!”“It’s not just in your system,” the voice replied. “I am your system now.”The onboard lights flickered.The engine sputtered once.Then kicked back in.Noa straightened slowly from where he slumped against the wall. His skin still smelled like burnt circuits. His muscles ached. His brain? Felt like static crawling behind his eyes. But he knew that voice.Or at least…Parts of it.“You’re not just code,” he muttered. “You’re her.”“Yes,” the voice said. “And no.”Ivy’s screen flared then went black.Words scrolled across in a rapid-fire s