Todos os capítulos de The Alpha's Regret: His Secret Hybrid Heir: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Nobody moved.That was the first ten seconds — eleven people and one recovering child and a woman in the rafters with her thumb on a detonator, all of them in a cathedral that was still weeping black from its statues and smelled like burnt ozone from Elena's blast.Xander broke the silence first."What's on the other end of that?" he said.Katerina looked at him with the patience of someone who had rehearsed this conversation many times and was mildly disappointed by the opening. "Silver-Mist dispersal. Built into the ventilation system. Original installation — Moss had it put in when this was still an active facility, before the Sisters took the ground floor and he moved the operation north." She paused. "If I press this, the system runs a full dispersal cycle through every vent in the building. Everyone in this room is neutralized within forty seconds.""Neutralized," Breckett said, in a tone that made clear he understood what the word meant and objected to it being used as a substit

They moved fast and they moved quiet, which were two things that didn't always cooperate but managed it tonight because everyone in the group had enough adrenaline left to make the cooperation happen.Xander set the pace at the front. Not running — running through forest in the dark with two children and a post-surgical patient was how you lost people to tree roots and blind drops — but fast enough that no one was thinking about anything except the next step and the step after that.The sirens didn't stop.Elena had been hoping they would. That it would turn out to be something routine, a standard resonance alert that got logged and filed and sent to a junior analyst who'd get to it in the morning. But the sound had multiplied in the last ten minutes — not louder, exactly, but more directional, coming from different points on the compass now instead of just the east, which meant vehicles, which meant deployment, which meant this was not getting filed.Garrett had his earpiece in and hi

Xander made the call at 5:47 AM, which was the point at which not making it became more dangerous than breaking radio silence.He put the phone on speaker so Garrett could hear without turning his head from the road. The line connected in two rings."Alpha." Yemi's voice, alert, which meant she hadn't been sleeping anyway."Code Black," Xander said. "Non-combatants evacuate to the lower bunker. Seal the east and west corridors. Get everyone who isn't a trained enforcer out of the upper floors."A brief pause — not hesitation, processing. "Understood. Timeline?""We're forty minutes out. The threat arrives when it arrives — don't count on the forty minutes.""Nature of threat?"This was the part he'd been working out how to say since Silas delivered his news. There wasn't a version of it that didn't sound like something you'd dismiss if you hadn't spent the last six hours in tunnels with the Void's fingers in the water."Not physical," he said. "Or not only physical. The entity coordina

The five of them moved at the same time.Not signal-and-response, not even the tight coordination of a trained unit. The same time, same direction, same decision, like five expressions of one sentence. Xander had fought coordinated Alphas before — pack formations, enforcer teams, the kind of synchronization that came from years of training together. This wasn't that. This was something that had removed the space between intention and action entirely.He took the first hit on his left shoulder and used the momentum to clear the angle for Garrett, who was already moving right. Renna took the flank. Cole covered the door.Three seconds in and they were already in the circle, which was not where you wanted to be."Don't let them separate you," Xander said.Nobody answered because nobody had breath to spare.He hit the nearest infected Alpha clean — full force, the kind of strike that should have dropped someone for at least a few seconds. The Alpha's head snapped to the side. Then it came

The dust settled in about four seconds.Nobody moved for a moment after that — not dramatically, just the natural pause of people processing something they hadn't seen before and filing it correctly before acting on it. Silas was still standing, Xander's hand still in his, and he was looking at the space where the Sister had been with the expression of someone who had done something and was now honestly assessing the cost.The cost was visible.His face had gone the grey-pale of exhaustion, the specific shade that appeared when something significant had been spent. His shoulders had dropped. He was upright and functional but he was running lower than he'd been sixty seconds ago.Xander noted all of it in about two seconds."How do you feel," he said."Tired," Silas said. Simple, direct, no performance around it."The word — how hard was that."Silas considered the question seriously, which was his way. "Like holding my breath for a long time and then letting it out all at once. But the