All Chapters of The Alpha’s Sanctuary: His Forbidden Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"They are burning a sanctuary in Marseille."Julian said it the way people said things they had already accepted, flat and without flinching, sliding his phone across the table toward me. I looked at the footage and wished immediately that I had not.It was not a large building. It had been a converted warehouse, the kind of low-profile operation that survived by being invisible, and it was not invisible anymore. The footage was shaky, filmed from across the street by someone whose hand was not steady, and in the orange light of it I could see people running and I could see others not running and I could see the specific shape of a crowd that had made a collective decision about what it believed.I pushed the phone back."How many inside," I said."Eleven confirmed out," Julian said. "Three unaccounted for."The kitchen was quiet. Darion was standing at the window with his back to the room and I could see the line of his shoulders and I knew that line, I knew exactly what that line me

"You are jealous." "I am not jealous.""Darion. He complimented my ward architecture and you have not said a single word in four minutes."He looked at me from across the room with an expression so controlled it was practically a confession. "I am thinking.""You are sulking.""Alphas do not sulk.""This one does," I said. "Quietly and with excellent posture, but still."Something shifted in his jaw. Not quite a smile. Almost. That was almost enough to make my chest do that thing I had stopped pretending was not happening.Julian appeared in the doorway with a laptop and three phones and the focused energy of someone who had spent decades running operations from worse locations than this. He looked between us, read the room in approximately one second, and set everything down on the table without commenting on any of it.Smart man."First contact came through," he said. "Maren. She was embedded in a Purge-adjacent government program in Berlin for eleven years before she got out. She h

Lena’s POV "Stop pacing.""I am not pacing.""You have walked that same stretch of floor nine times," Darion said, not looking up from the screen. "I counted after the third one.""I am thinking.""Think sitting down.""I think better when I move."He looked up then. Slowly. With the expression he used when he was deciding whether to push something or let it go. He let it go, which honestly was almost more irritating than if he had pushed it, because it meant he was choosing his battles and that meant he thought there were harder ones coming.He was probably right.I stopped pacing and sat on the edge of the table instead, which was not exactly sitting down but was close enough that he did not comment on it.Four days.The number had been sitting in my chest since last night like something with weight and edges. Four days before the Purge moved on a coordinated international operation and everything we had been building either mattered or it did not."The broadcast goes live in six h

CARLA'S POV"You are staring at me again.""I am assessing the route.""The route is a straight road, Darion. You have looked at me four times in the last three minutes."He kept his eyes forward. "I am multitasking.""You are worried.""I am always worried when you walk into situations designed by people who want you gone." He glanced at me sideways, brief and burning. "That is not new information."The car moved through the early morning dark, Julian driving, me in the passenger seat, Darion directly behind me in the position he had chosen without discussion and was clearly not moving from. The route to the facility was forty minutes of empty road and tree cover and the specific silence of three people who had already said everything that needed saying and were now simply moving toward the thing.I watched the road and thought about Carla Voss. Eight months sitting on whatever she knew. Eight months of silence after walking away from something she had spent years building inside of.

Lena's POV"Julian.""I know.""How long do we actually have."He looked up from the screen with the expression of someone about to say something I was not going to enjoy. "Petra's call went through at five forty two. If they mobilize immediately we have four hours. Maybe five if the international coordination takes longer than expected.""It will not take longer than expected," Darion said from across the room. "They have been running this operation for twelve years. The coordination is already done. They were waiting for a signal.""And Petra gave it to them," I said.Nobody answered because nobody needed to.I looked at the table. Carla's files, Petra's extracted information now sorted into Julian's system, the counter broadcast documentation we had spent forty eight hours building. Everything we had was right here and we had one night to make it impossible to bury."Tell me what we need," I said.Julian pulled the main screen toward him. "The fourteen country documentation needs t