Alle Kapitel von The Alpha's Prisoner : Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 95

Ryker POV "You will be," I said, meaning it completely despite my own protective instincts urging greater caution regarding her involvement. "I promise you, Maya. This investigation doesn't move forward without your voice being heard." She leaned further into my side, and I felt the particular comfort of shared purpose despite the genuine uncertainty and danger still surrounding us. "Thank you," she said quietly. "For understanding that I need this. That retreating entirely from the fight isn't actually protective, not for me." "I understand," I said, and meant it, even as the underlying fear for her safety, and now for our child's safety as well, continued weighing on me more heavily than I fully allowed myself to express. --- Four days later, precisely matching the interval Kade's analysis had predicted, I received an urgent notification during a strategy session with Owen and Rodriguez, Kade's voice carrying barely restrained excitement through the secure communication channe

Maya POV I spent the remainder of the morning with Sara, carefully documenting everything she could recall about the figure she'd called "the Warden," understanding the genuine tactical value this information represented even as I remained acutely aware of the emotional cost this conversation continued extracting from her."Underground passages," I said, reviewing my notes as we approached what felt like the natural conclusion of this difficult conversation. "Layered security systems. Multiple facilities across different territories. Anything else you can recall, even fragments that might not seem significant on their own?"Sara considered the question for a long moment, her expression carrying the particular concentration of someone genuinely trying to extract every useful detail despite the difficulty of these memories. "His voice," she said finally. "I remember his voice specifically—unusually calm, almost gentle, which somehow made him more frigh

Marcus POVThe room they'd given him didn't have a lock on the inside.Marcus had noticed that the first night, running his fingers along the door frame in the dark, feeling for a bolt or latch that didn't exist. Every other door in this facility locked from both sides—he'd tested that too, wandering the halls during the narrow hours he was permitted to move freely, cataloging the details of his own captivity with the same careful attention he'd once brought to auditing Shadowpeak's finances. His door locked only from the outside.He understood the message well enough. He was being kept, not sheltered.The room itself was comfortable, he'd give the Warden that much—a real bed, a private washroom, meals delivered on schedule that were better than anything he'd eaten during the desperate weeks running from Valdez's territory. Comfortable, and utterly without dignity. A gilded holding cell for an asset whose value had become uncertain enough to require careful management rather than genu