Semua Bab The Alpha’s Mistake: I Married the Wrong Twin: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Chapter 41: The False KingThe corridors of the underground facility blurred into streaks of gray concrete and fluorescent light. I stumbled, my feet tangling in the heavy fur coat Kova had given me. The boy who wore my husband’s face gripped my arm with fingers that felt like steel pincers.He didn't look back at the arena. He didn't look back at the man bleeding in the mud."Walk faster, Elara," he said. His voice was Kaelen’s voice, but stripped of the gravel, stripped of the pain. It was smooth. It was perfect. It was hateful."You killed him," I whispered. My throat felt raw. "You left him to die.""I left him to rot," the boy corrected. "There is a difference."He stopped at a heavy steel door. He pressed his hand against the scanner. It beeped green.He shoved me inside.I fell onto a plush Persian rug. The room wasn't a cell. It was a suite. A grotesque imitation of the master bedroom at the Blackwood Estate. There was a four-poster bed, a mahogany wardrobe, and a crib in the

Chapter 43: The Cave of BonesThe wind screamed through the mountain pass. It sounded like a dying woman.I buried my face in the coarse fur of Kaelen’s chest. He did not carry me like a bride. He carried me like prey he was saving for later. His arm was a steel band around my waist, pinning me against his massive, feverish body as he climbed.He moved on all fours.He wasn't fully shifted, but he wasn't human anymore. His knuckles scraped the ice. His back was hunched, the spine ridged with protruding vertebrae that shifted under his gray skin. He climbed the vertical rock face with a terrifying, spider-like agility.My son was strapped to my chest in the carrier. I shielded his tiny head with my hands, praying the wind wouldn't freeze his lungs."Kaelen," I whispered. "Cold."He didn't answer. He growled low in his throat. It was a vibration that traveled through my ribs.We reached a ledge. A dark maw opened in the side of the mountain. A cave.Kaelen scrambled inside.The silence

The safe house was a cabin buried deep in the majestic silence of the Canadian wilderness.It was not a ruin like the one on the mountain. It was a fortress of timber and stone, stocked with food, firewood, and ghosts. We had driven for twelve hours straight. We crossed the border with passports that said we were James and Sarah Miller. We didn't speak. We didn't dare to break the fragile reality of our escape.I parked the sedan in the garage. The engine ticked as it cooled.Kaelen sat in the passenger seat.He looked human. The gray, stony hide of the Genesis Wolf had peeled away during the drive, flaking off like a sunburn to reveal the pale, scarred skin beneath. He was exhausted. He was mortal. But the way he looked at me hadn't changed.It was the look of a starving man looking at a feast."We are here," I whispered."Home," he rasped. His voice was raw from the roaring.I got out. I grabbed the carrier from the back seat where our son slept the deep sleep of the innocent. Kaele

Chapter 47: The Purple FeastThe headless body of the hunter lay on the floorboards.Kaelen stepped over it.He did not look like my husband. He looked like a god of slaughter carved from red ice. The arrows sticking out of his back quivered with every breath he took. His chest heaved. His black eyes were fixed on the men waiting in the snow."Run," a hunter shouted. "It’s the Genesis!"They raised their rifles.Kaelen didn't give them the chance.He roared. It wasn't a sound. It was a physical force that rattled the windows in their frames. He charged out the door into the blizzard.I watched from the shattered doorway clutching my son.It was a massacre.Kaelen moved with a speed that the human eye couldn't track. He swung the axe. It bit into flesh and bone with a wet sickening crunch. He didn't just kill them. He dismantled them. He tore arms from sockets. He crushed throats with his bare hands.The wolves circled him. They were huge gray beasts snapping at his legs trying to hams

Chapter 49: The Devil in the BackseatThe trunk of the sedan was heavy.It sat low on its suspension. We had filled every inch of space with the wooden crates from the nursery closet. They rattled as Kaelen slammed the lid shut. It sounded like a coffin closing.I stood by the passenger door holding my son. He was quiet now. The purple glow in his eyes had dimmed to a simmering violet coal. He looked like a normal baby if you ignored the fact that his skin felt like a battery and his gaze tracked movement with the precision of a hawk.Kaelen walked around the car. He stopped in front of me.He looked at the baby. Then he looked at me."We are carrying a bomb," Kaelen said. His voice was flat. "You know that.""We are carrying survival," I corrected him. "Get in the car Kaelen."He didn't move. He stared at the trunk."I can smell it," he whispered. "Even through the glass and the steel. It smells like the Old Man. It smells like rot.""It smells like power," I said. "And right now we