Todos los capítulos de Breed me Raw, Alpha : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The warehouse was quiet now, but the silence felt like a living thing, tense, expectant, heavy. Every creak of metal, every distant shout from the city below made me flinch. The chaos outside hadn’t stopped; the riots were still raging, the streets still aflame. But inside, we had to move carefully. One wrong step, one stray alert, and the council could find us, or worse, catch the twins before they were born.Damian crouched near the doorway, scanning the alley with eyes that missed nothing. His presence was constant, protective, unwavering. Even after everything we’d been through, after the pit, the serum-maddened alphas, the revelations about my mother and the Lunar Veil program, he was my anchor. I stayed close to him, my hand resting on my stomach. The twins stirred as if they could sense his intensity, their small movements a quiet reminder of what we were fighting for.Chloe hovered near a set of laptops she had pulled from the safehouse, her fingers flying over the keys. “We h

The city had quieted, but the silence was deceptive. Smoke still rose from the streets, fires flickering like distant warnings. Every shadow felt alive, every alley a potential trap. We moved cautiously, Damian leading, Chloe guiding, and I followed close behind, every step calculated, every sense on high alert.The twins shifted inside me, nudging against my ribs, reminding me constantly of why survival wasn’t just about me anymore. Every move we made had to be precise. One wrong turn, one lapse in judgment, and the council could strike, and I could lose everything.Chloe led us through a network of back streets and tunnels, old subway lines that had been abandoned before Genesis consolidated its power. The air smelled of damp concrete and rust, a stark contrast to the chaos above. The faint hum of distant alarms and the occasional sound of collapsing structures reminded me that the world outside was still burning.“The council’s fractured,” Chloe whispered as we moved. “Their forces

The abandoned industrial complex we had taken refuge in smelled of rust, oil, and dust. It was far from comfortable, but it was ours for the moment. Every corner, every darkened hallway offered a chance to hide, to rest, to plan. I pressed my hand to my stomach, feeling the twins shift. Their movements were strong now, almost as if they were aware of the tension in the air, aware that danger was never far away. Damian paced the main floor, eyes scanning every shadow, every sound. His muscles were taut, every sense primed for an attack. Even now, covered in sweat and dried blood from previous fights, he radiated a raw intensity that left no doubt, he would protect me and the twins at all costs. Chloe crouched in the corner, eyes glued to her tablet. Her fingers moved over the screen like a pianist playing a frantic concerto, scanning signals, intercepting transmissions, rerouting patrols, and marking safe paths. Her face was pale, mascara streaked down her cheeks, exhaustion etched int

The safe house was quiet, but the silence felt fragile, like it could shatter at any second. Outside, the city remained a burning ruin, smoke curling from collapsed buildings, sirens wailing in the distance. Even from a distance, I could feel the tension pressing in, a reminder that the council was far from finished with us. Damian stood by the window, muscles taut, eyes scanning the streets below. Every movement was precise, every sense alert. He didn’t speak, didn’t rest, he simply observed, anticipating the council’s next move. I stayed close, my hands pressed against my belly, feeling the twins shift. Their insistence reminded me of why survival was no longer just about me, it was about them. Chloe sat at the table, her tablet glowing in the dim light. Fingers flying across the screen, she intercepted communications, scanned security feeds, and analyzed the council’s movements. “They’re reorganizing,” she whispered. “Alpha enforcers, automated units, drones, they’re all converging

The city had become a battlefield. Fires burned across broken streets, smoke twisting into the gray sky like black fingers reaching for something beyond our grasp. From the safe house rooftop, I could see the chaos in every direction: collapsed buildings, overturned vehicles, automated patrols moving in patterns, and distant shadows darting through alleys. Every instinct screamed danger, but we couldn’t stay hidden forever. Damian stood at the edge, muscles coiled, eyes scanning every street and alley. His presence was magnetic and terrifying at once, an alpha in his prime, tempered by grief, rage, and an unshakable will to protect. I stayed close, hands pressed to my stomach, feeling the twins shift. Their movements were sharp and insistent, a constant reminder of why survival was no longer just about me. Chloe crouched near her laptop, eyes glued to the screen, fingers moving like lightning. “They’re converging,” she murmured. “Multiple alpha squads, drones, enforcers. They’ve coord