All Chapters of The Alpha's Possession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Adrian’s POVThe alarm activated.Not loud. Controlled. A low system pulse that meant one thing.Breach.I was already moving.“Lockdown. Level Black. Seal all exits.”Red indicators lit across the wall display. Gates closed. Internal doors sealed. Defensive systems armed.Stefan was up and pulling on clothes, tablet in hand.“East exit,” Dawson reported over comms. “No forced entry. Clearance override used.”“Whose clearance?” I asked.There was a pause.“…Yours, Alpha.”Stefan looked at me. “That can’t be right.”“It can,” I said. “Just unlikely.”I accessed the system.“Lauren. Logs.”“Reviewing now,” she replied. “Override was clean. No biometric conflict. No alert triggered.”“She didn’t break security,” I said. “She was authorized.”Which meant someone let her go.I stepped into the corridor. Guards were already moving into position.“Full personnel freeze,” I ordered. “Everyone stays where they are unless reassigned. No one leaves the compound.”Acknowledgements came in immedia

Adrian’s POVExtraction was fast and silent.No pursuit.That confirmed it wasn’t a retreat Damian cared about.We regrouped at the forward safe site within the hour. Screens lit up as soon as we crossed the perimeter.Lauren didn’t wait for orders.“Confirmed strikes in five territories,” she said. “Infrastructure hits. Communication relays. Two pack councils compromised.”Not wiped out.Disrupted.“He’s destabilizing, not conquering,” Stefan said.“Yes,” I replied. “He’s isolating leadership.”Team members removed gear but stayed alert. No one relaxed. Everyone felt it.This wasn’t a failed mission.It was a redirected one.“And Victoria?” I asked.Lauren shook her head. “No confirmed location. But she’s moving. Her signal surfaced briefly during one of the strikes.”“She’s alive,” Stefan said.“Alive and mobile,” I agreed. “Which means she’s part of his timing.”That was the piece Damian wanted us to see last.I pulled the senior team into the strategy room.No raised voices. No pa

Adrian's POV The street became noise and motion.Gunfire cracked from the west side first. Suppressed. Controlled. Damian’s people weren’t panicking—they were executing.“Two teams, flank left and right,” I ordered. “Non-lethal if possible. We need answers.”That was already optimistic.They moved well. Too well for mercenaries. These were trained operatives, familiar with pack tactics, crown doctrine, and urban disruption.“Alpha, they’re funneling us,” Team Lead warned.I saw it a second later. Their spacing wasn’t random. They were herding us away from the side streets. Away from where Victoria had vanished.“She was never the extraction,” I muttered. “She was the trigger.”The mate bond flared sharply—Stefan, distant but alert.You’re walking into a kill box.I know.I shifted direction mid-stride.“Break formation,” I snapped. “Hard push east. Now.”The first explosion hit where we would’ve been.Concrete shattered. Glass rained down. Shockwaves rippled through the block.Damian

Victoria’s POVDamian thought he had time.That was his first mistake.He always believed people needed space to decide, as if choice was a slow process instead of a reflex shaped by fear and habit.I’d made mine the moment he said secondary containment.That phrase didn’t mean prison.It meant erasure.I didn’t look at Adrian or Stefan. If I did, Damian would see the signal in my face.Instead, I focused on the console behind the glass. The one Damian trusted because it was old, isolated, and supposedly loyal.He’d never updated the biometric lock.He’d never thought I’d need to.“You’re quiet,” Damian said. “That’s unlike you.”“I’m thinking,” I replied.“Careful,” he said mildly. “Thinking got you here.”“No,” I said. “Thinking is what’s about to get me out.”I moved.Fast. Close. No hesitation.My palm hit the glass panel behind me. Fingers spread. Pressure precise.The system chirped once.Then screamed.“Unauthorized access,” the estate announced.Damian spun toward me.“You—”

Adrian’s POVThe notice arrived without ceremony.No seal. No summons. No threat.Just a formal document routed through crown channels and copied to every allied pack authority.PENDING COMPLIANCE REVIEWTEMPORARY TRADE SUSPENSIONI read it twice.Then a third time.“Is this real?” Stefan asked from across the room.“Yes,” I replied. “And it’s deliberate.”Lauren was already pulling logs. “It didn’t come from the crown. It came through an external arbitration network. Registered authority is… old.”“How old?” Stefan asked.“Older than the current monarchy.”That got my attention.By noon, the effects were visible.Supply convoys stalled at borders under “updated protocols.” Bank transfers delayed for “verification.” Fuel allocations reclassified as nonessential.No single blow.A thousand small ones.“They’re testing response time,” Dawson said. “Seeing who panics.”“Who breaks first,” Stefan added.I closed the document.“They’re not punishing us,” I said. “They’re assessing us.”