Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Undoing: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The next morning felt like a breath of fresh air. After days of sterile labs, ancient symbols, and the constant, simmering threat of Kieran's presence, the simple act of walking onto campus was a jarring return to a life he'd almost forgotten. He was a student. Or at least, he was supposed to be. For the first time, the sensory overload felt less like an assault and more like a tool. His heightened senses, once a terrifying cacophony, had settled into a manageable hum. He could now filter the dozens of overlapping conversations, pick out individual scents; the girl with the lavender perfume, the guy who’d had garlic for breakfast without his head spinning. It was a new normal, a dangerous calibration that allowed him to function while hiding a monster inside. Nate felt like an imposter walking through them, a

Liam’s house was nice,really nice in a way that was quiet and comfortable, not flashy. It was a large, modern home in a good neighborhood, with a big, open-plan living room that always smelled faintly of the lemon-scented cleaner the housekeeper used. The furniture was expensive but chosen for comfort: a huge, soft sectional sofa, a thick wool rug, and shelves filled with a mix of books, family photos, and Liam’s extensive sneaker collection. They were sprawled on that rug, surrounded by a chaos of shopping bags from their trip to the mall. New shirts, a couple of pairs of jeans, and a jacket Liam had insisted on were scattered around them. For the last ten minutes, Nate had been silently folding and refolding the same pair of dark-wash jeans, his movements automatic. His mind wasn’t in the clean, safe living room.

 And in that frozen, breathless moment, Nate understood exactly what Kieran was collecting on. The memory flashed, bright and humiliating: the dark music room, his own choked cry as Kieran's mouth had brought him to a shattering release that felt more like a defeat than a victory. He had been too overwhelmed, too wrecked to even process what had happen "That first time. In the Music room." Kieran’s voice was a low, possessive rumble. "I brought you to the edge. I gave you that release." His fingers popped the button of Nate’s jeans with practiced ease. "You never repaid the favor." Nate's heart pounded, the muffled bass from the party vibrating through the walls of the dimly lit bathroom. The air was thick with

The car’s silence was a physical weight, thick and suffocating. Nate stared at the back of Kieran’s head, the hum of the engine the only sound. The fear that had driven him into the car was rapidly being incinerated by a fresh, boiling anger. He’d been cornered, humiliated in front of his best friend, and forced to submit. The resistance he’d nurtured for days finally found its voice.“You can’t just do this,” Nate said, his voice low and tight. “You can’t just show up and drag me around whenever you feel like it. Leave me alone.”Kieran didn’t even glance in the rearview mirror. “We still need to keep an eye on you. Your little vacation is over.”“It wasn’t a vacation. It was me trying to have a life without you in it,” Nate shot back, his fists clenching on his knees.This time, Kieran’s eyes flicked up to the mirror, his gaze cold and assessing behind the sunglasses. “Is that what you were doing with your friend? What’s his name… Liam?” The name was a deliberate, mocking drawl. “Tr

A sharp burn radiated through Nate’s shoulders and chest. He pushed through it, the strain a welcome distraction from the whirlwind in his head. Twenty-nine... thirty. He collapsed onto the plush carpet of his room at kieran’s house , chest heaving. The physical exertion was the only thing that quieted the noise.Then, the real noise started.It was muffled, but unmistakable shouting. A voice he knew better than his own. Liam.Nate scrambled to his feet, his muscles protesting. He didn't even bother with a shirt, just wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm and hurried out of the room and down the grand staircase, his heart hammering for a whole new reason.The scene at the massive front door was a study in contrasts. Liam stood at the front porch, his face flushed with fury, looking wildly out of place against the luxurious backdrop. Kieran was a wall of calm in the doorway, dressed in dark slacks and a simple t-shirt, his arms crossed. He looked utterly unbothered.“—I swear