Lahat ng Kabanata ng Say My Name, Alpha : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The heavy oak door of Room 101 slammed shut, the iron lock dropping into place with a definitive thud. Zade didn't even have time to unbutton his collar before Xander shoved him against the stone wall. The impact knocked the breath from Zade’s lungs, his back stinging against the cold masonry. "What the hell was that?" Zade snarled, his eyes flashing with raw fury as he threw a quick, sharp elbow toward Xander’s ribs. Xander caught Zade’s arm mid-air, twisting his wrist back and trapping it against the stone above Zade's head. His other hand slammed flat against the wall on the opposite side, pinning Zade completely within his shadow. "Marcus knew," Xander growled, his voice deep, gravelly, and vibrating with an unhinged, possessive rage. "He smelled vanilla on you, Zade. If he takes one more sniff, he puts the pieces together, and then the whole academy knows." "So I’ll take a double dose!" Zade spat, wrestling against Xander's iron grip. Sweat was already slicking his temples, h

The midnight bell rang through the stone dormitories, its low tone signaling total lights-out. Zade sat on the edge of his narrow bed, staring down at a fresh piece of thin paper held in his hands. The note had arrived hidden inside a blank textbook left on his desk, written in his mother's familiar, delicate handwriting. He translated the secret family cipher in his head, his chest tightening with every word: Zade, the screeners were just the beginning. I have learned that a high-ranking official inside Ironclad is actively searching for the lost heir of the Hale bloodline—our true family name. They know an Omega heir exists, and they believe that person is enrolled in your class. You must find out who is running this search before they find you. The truth is hidden in the central archives. Burn this note. Zade crushed the paper in his hand, holding it over the small candle on his desk until it turned to black ash. The Hale name was dangerous. Decades ago, the Hale family led the

The heavy iron doors of the simulated urban combat arena ground open, revealing a massive, cold stone hall filled with fake buildings, dark alleyways, and broken brick towers. Dust danced in the grey sunlight streaming through the high high-arched glass windows. Instructor Grey, a harsh senior instructor with a long scar stretching across his jaw, stood on the elevated observation deck. He tapped a heavy iron baton against the iron railing, his voice echoing loudly across the arena through speakers. "Listen up!" Grey shouted coldly. "Today is a live-fire tactical trial. You will navigate the urban ruins, clear hostiles, and extract a heavy supply chest. Rubber-tipped wooden rounds are used, but at close range, they will easily break bones." A tense quiet fell over the gathered students. "I am picking squad leaders based on last week's physical ranks," Grey continued, flipping a page in his thick ledger. "Senior Marcus, step forward and assemble squad four." Marcus stepped o

Xander did not care about the training exercise anymore. He ignored the shocked shouts of the other students. He ignored the angry whistle of Instructor Grey echoing through the speakers. He scooped Zade off the dirt floor in one swift, fluid motion. Zade felt incredibly light in his arms. The smaller boy was trembling like a leaf caught in a winter storm. Xander carried him out of the smoky alleyway at a dead sprint. He kicked past the wooden barriers. He pushed through the heavy iron exit doors, leaving the simulated city far behind. He needed a safe place immediately. He spotted a small, isolated supply bunker near the edge of the training grounds. Xander ran toward it and kicked the heavy metal door open with his boot. He carried Zade inside into the cool darkness. He slammed the metal door shut behind them and threw the heavy iron lock into place. The bunker smelled of old iron, dust, and dry canvas. It was completely silent, blocking out the loud noises of the academy. There

The heavy iron door of the administrative tower clicked shut behind them. Instructor Reyne sat behind a massive desk carved from dark ironwood. The room was cold, smelling faintly of stale ink, polished leather, and old ash. Sunlight filtered weakly through narrow stone windows, casting long shadows across the floorboards. "Sit," Reyne commanded, his harsh voice slicing through the quiet room. Neither boy moved. Xander stood with his hands folded behind his back, his posture perfectly straight and his dark blue uniform immaculate. Beside him, Zade stood like a statue, his pale face carved into an unreadable, icy mask. Reyne leaned forward, resting his heavy forearms on the desk. His sharp eyes bounced between the two top-ranked students of Ironclad Academy. "Marcus is currently in the medical wing with a fractured jaw, three broken ribs, and severe internal bruising," Reyne stated, his tone flat and unreadable. "He claims you snapped without warning, Vale. He claims you attacked h