Todos los capítulos de Breed me Raw, Alpha : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The safe house had become our world, a fragile sanctuary carved out amid chaos. Outside, the city still burned in patches, the council’s remnants prowling like predators seeking to reclaim control. Inside, every corner was a line of defense, every hallway a potential battlefield, and every sound set my nerves on edge. Damian paced the main room, muscles coiled, eyes dark with concentration. He was always alert, always ready to strike, a predator wrapped in human form. I stayed close, pressing my hands to my stomach, feeling the twins shift. Their insistent movements reminded me of the stakes: this was no longer just about survival, it was about protecting the future. Chloe sat at her laptop, fingers moving rapidly across the keys. “They’re reorganizing,” she murmured. “Alpha squads, enforcers, drones, they’re regrouping and scanning for us. They won’t stop until they’ve cornered us completely.” Damian’s jaw tightened. “Then we adapt. We move carefully, strike when necessary, and avoid

The safe house had become a fortress of fragile stability. Every corridor was lined with makeshift traps, reinforced doors, and the faint hum of surveillance equipment that Chloe had managed to cobble together from remnants of Genesis technology. Outside, the city still burned in patches, distant fires painting the horizon red. Every shadow could conceal a council enforcer, every flicker of movement could mean another ambush. Damian stood by the largest window, muscles taut, eyes scanning every street below. I stayed pressed against him, feeling the twins shift in response to the tension in the air. Their movements were insistent, almost urgent, and I could not ignore the warning they carried. My stomach tightened as I tried to steady my racing heart. Chloe crouched near her laptop, her fingers moving in a blur across the keys. “They’re reorganizing again,” she muttered. “Three reinforced alpha squads, automated patrol units, drones, they’re moving with coordination now. They’re tryin

The dawn broke over a city still burning in scattered patches, the smoke rising in thick, gray spirals that made the sky feel heavy and oppressive. From our vantage point atop the safe house, I could see the devastation stretching in every direction: shattered streets, overturned vehicles, and distant patrols moving with relentless precision. The council had not stopped; they had only escalated, and their reach seemed infinite. Damian stood at the edge of the roof, muscles taut, eyes scanning every alley and street below. His presence was both terrifying and comforting, a constant reminder that, no matter how bleak things seemed, he would not let anything happen to me or the twins. I pressed my hands to my stomach, feeling the twins shift sharply, their movements insistent, almost as if they could sense the danger lurking in the shadows. Chloe crouched nearby, fingers flying over her laptop. “They’ve coordinated a full-scale strike,” she said, voice tight. “Three reinforced alpha squa

The first hints of dawn cut through the smoke-streaked sky, painting the city in shades of blood and ash. From our perch in the safe house, I could see the remnants of destruction stretching into the horizon, shattered streets, ruined buildings, and distant patrols that moved with unrelenting precision. The council’s forces had escalated, and every moment of quiet was an illusion, a fragile calm that could shatter at any second. Damian stood near the rooftop edge, muscles taut, eyes scanning every alley and street below. The twins shifted sharply within me, a warning I could not ignore. I pressed my hands to my stomach, feeling the subtle but insistent movements of our unborn children. Fear gnawed at me, but it was tempered by the determination that Damian’s presence brought. His eyes met mine for a brief second, a silent promise that he would not let anything happen to us. Chloe crouched nearby, her laptop glowing in the dim morning light. Her fingers moved rapidly across the keys as

The first light of dawn barely penetrated the smoke that had settled over the city, turning the skyline into a jagged silhouette of destruction. From the rooftop of our safe house, I could see the remnants of chaos: shattered streets, abandoned vehicles, and distant patrols moving with unnerving precision. The council’s forces had not paused, they had only grown more organized, more relentless. Every moment of quiet was a fragile illusion. Damian crouched at the edge, muscles taut, eyes scanning every shadow. The twins stirred inside me, sharp kicks that made my chest tighten. I pressed my hands to my stomach, letting their movements anchor me, a reminder of what we were fighting for. My pulse hammered in my ears as fear and determination collided. Damian’s gaze found mine, a silent promise that no matter what came, he would not let us fall. Chloe was beside me, laptop glowing in the dim morning light. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she scanned camera feeds, tapping into ever