Lahat ng Kabanata ng ALPHA Arthur: The Mate Who Lied: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

"Drop the kid, you sick freak! Get your hands off him!"Lucian’s roar tore through the smoke-choked ballroom, a guttural sound that didn't belong to a man. It belonged to a predator. He shoved a decorative marble pillar, sending three hundred pounds of stone crashing onto a cluster of Ignatius’s gunmen. Bones snapped like dry kindling. He didn't stop to watch. He moved in a blur of black tactical gear and crimson spray, his teeth bared, eyes glowing a flat, murderous red."Too late, Vane!" Solomon’s voice was a chilling, higher-pitched echo of Phineas’s own. He dragged Phineas by the collar of his silver-stitched tunic, the fabric bunching and tearing. Phineas’s heels kicked uselessly against the polished floor, his breath coming in jagged, wheezing hitches as the high-frequency hum from the dampeners continued to scramble his neural pathways."Let... go..." Phineas gasped, his hand clawing at the stone floor. He grabbed a fallen shard of crystal from a shattered chandelier, driving i

"Don't you f**king touch him! Arthur, I will peel the skin from your meat!"Lucian’s voice wasn't human anymore. It was a wet, grinding snarl that vibrated the very floor of the cage. He slammed his chest against the silver bars, the metal searing through his shirt, the scent of burning flesh thick and cloying. His knuckles were already raw, bone peeking through the charred skin as he gripped the rods.Arthur didn't flinch. He kept his hand on Phineas’s cheek, his thumb tracing a path through the grime and sweat. "He's mine now, Vane. He was always mine. You just rented him for a while.""Arthur... stop..." Phineas wheezed. The medical shackles rattled against the frame of the bed. Every time Arthur touched him, a wave of nausea rolled through his gut. The twins were kicking, frantic, sharp stabs of movement that made him gasp. "You're... you're killing me."Lucian let out a sound of pure agony. His shoulders began to roll, the joints popping with the sound of dry wood snapping. He was

"Where the fuck are you going? Xavier, look at the sensor, it’s red! It’s all going red!"Phineas’s scream was lost in the roar of the rotors, but he didn't care. He shoved the Alpha infant deeper into the padded cradle, his fingers slick with Lucian’s cooling blood. The air inside the cabin tasted like burnt plastic and ozone. Behind the glass, the offshore rig was no longer a structure. It was a dying star. A massive, orange-white blossom of fire tore through the center of the helipad, sending chunks of steel weighing tons into the black gullet of the ocean."I’m flying the bird, Phin! Shut up and stay down!" Xavier gripped the cyclic, his knuckles white, his eyes fixed on the horizon as the shockwave hit them.The helicopter jerked violently. Phineas’s head slammed against the door frame. Stars exploded in his vision. He didn't let go of the shadow-child. The Omega was silent, a heavy, freezing weight in his arms. The baby’s eyes were open, staring at the ceiling of the cabin with

"You're dead. I watched the rig go under. I watched the fuel lines blow."Phineas didn’t tremble. He didn’t drop the heavy, silver-plated revolver. The weight of the gun was the only thing anchoring him to the floorboards as he stared at the shadow standing over his son’s crib. The nursery, once a sanctuary of soft linens and the scent of milk, now reeked of wet ash and stagnant seawater."Dead? Probably."the man turned. The movement was slow, mechanical, accompanied by the faint, wet sound of skin pulling against raw muscle. The moonlight hit him. It wasn't a face anymore. It was a topographical map of trauma. The left side of the man's head was a slick, hairless ridge of melted tissue. One ear was gone. The eye on that side was a milky, sightless orb, but the right one—the right eye was a piercing, predatory crimson that burned with a familiar, localized hell."Lucian." Phineas’s voice didn't crack. He adjusted his grip, his finger tightening on the trigger. "You look like shit.""

"Phineas! Phineas, get back! He’s gonna blow!"Lucian’s voice was a jagged rasp, barely audible over the high-pitched whine of the electrodes. Phineas didn't move. He couldn't. His fingers were locked onto Solomon’s shoulders, the silver-red blood from his thumb smeared across his twin’s forehead. The air in the nursery hummed with a sick, electrical charge that made the hair on Phineas’s arms stand straight up."I’ve got him, Lucian! I’m not letting go!" Phineas screamed back. He shoved more of his life force through the connection. It felt like dragging his internal organs through a sieve. Every spark of Lunar light he forced into Solomon felt like a physical tear in his own chest.Solomon’s body bucked under him. The mindless, flat black of his pupils began to fracture. A sliver of amber—the color of their mother’s eyes—flickered in the center of the dark."Solomon! Look at me! It’s Phin! Come back!"Phineas slammed his palm against Solomon’s chest, right over the humming machinery