บททั้งหมดของ Say My Name, Alpha : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The quiet hum of the night was shattered by the sound of rough, painful gasps coming from the dark corner of Room 101. Xander snapped awake instantly. He sat up on his narrow iron bed, his sharp eyes cutting through the thick shadows. On the opposite side of the room, Zade was tangled in his rough woolen blankets, thrashing violently. His skin was slick with a cold, heavy sweat, and his dark hair was plastered to his forehead. Xander swung his legs off the bed, crossing the cold floorboard in two quiet strides. The moment he stepped near Zade's bed, a wave of intense heat hit his face. The stolen chemical suppressants had reached a critical toxicity level in Zade’s blood. His liver was rejecting the heavy military-grade poisons, causing his temperature to spike to a dangerous level. Xander reached out, pressing his large palm against Zade’s cheek. Zade’s skin felt like hot iron. "Zade," Xander whispered urgently, shaking his shoulder gently. "Zade, wake up." Zade’s head rolled

The pale, gold light of the morning sun cut through the iron bars of the stone window, painting long stripes across the dusty floorboards of Room 101. Zade’s eyes opened slowly. His head was no longer pounding with a blinding, feverish heat. The agonizing poison in his veins had subsided, leaving behind only a dull, hollow ache. For a second, he felt a strange, deep sense of physical comfort—a heavy, protective warmth wrapped securely around his chest, and the steady, rhythmic beat of a pulse resting against his shoulder. Then, his senses fully returned. He took a slow breath and caught the heavy, unmistakable scent of cedar wood, dark spice, and cold ozone. Zade’s blood ran cold. He looked down to see Xander’s broad, muscular arm wrapped firmly around his waist, holding him flush against a broad chest. His own head was resting directly over Xander’s heart, his dark hair tangled near Xander’s chin. Horror hit Zade like a physical blow. The faint memories of the night flooded bac

The grand ranking ceremony had ended an hour ago, leaving the central stone courtyard quiet as the afternoon sun dipped behind the mountain peaks. Long, dark shadows stretched across the dirt training grounds. Zade walked alone through the lower courtyard, his dark leather boots crunching against the fine gravel. He was returning to the armory to return his formal dress sword, his mind still spinning from the secret, electric touch Xander had forced upon him on the high balcony. A sharp whistle echoed off the stone walls ahead. Four male cadets stepped out from the shadowy archway of the lower barracks, blocking the path to the armory. They were tall, broad-shouldered Alphas from the third-year ranks—men who had been pushed down the leaderboard to make room for Zade's second-place finish. At the front stood Cadet Vance, a broad-jawed Alpha whose rank had dropped from eight to eleven. His face was flushed with ugly, envious rage, his heavy hands clenched into tight fists. "Well, we

The rain lashed violently against the high stone window, the thunder shaking the heavy iron frame of Room 101. Inside, the silence was suffocating. Xander stood by the locked door, his dark cloak dripping rainwater onto the wooden floorboards. His sharp blue eyes were fixed entirely on Zade. He took in the crushed note on the floor, the open lockbox on the desk, and the pale, wild panic burning behind Zade’s dark eyes. Zade didn't say a word. The terrifying note had shattered the last remaining pillar of his sanity. Who else knew the lockbox existed? Who else shared this room every single night? Who benefited the most from forcing Zade into total submission? Xander. It made a twisted, terrible kind of sense in Zade’s panicked mind. Xander had already marked him, held him, and claimed him in front of the entire academy. If Zade’s suppressants failed completely, Zade would have no choice but to rely on Xander for absolute protection. Xander would own him entirely. In a fraction of

The heavy rain outside settled into a low, steady hum against the glass, matching the dark silence that filled Room 101. Zade stood near the edge of his bed, his eyes fixed on the empty glass vials lying across the dark wood of his desk. The realization was heavy and suffocating: his solitary fight was over. For months, he had operated on sheer willpower, treating everyone around him as an obstacle or an enemy. But a sabotaged bloodline, a diluted dose, and an enemy operating in the shadows meant his self-reliance had reached its absolute limit. Xander watched him from the center of the room. He wiped the dried line of red from his throat with the cuff of his sleeve, his posture steady and unyielding. "You can't do this alone, Zade," Xander said, his deep voice cutting through the quiet. "Not anymore. Whoever did this understands the layout of the barracks, knows how to pick an imperial lock, and knows your real name. If you try to handle this by yourself while your body is breaking