Semua Bab The Alpha’s Runaway Prize: Bound by the Billionaire’s Blood: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The transition from the concrete jungle of Manhattan to the private sanctuary of Aethelgard Island was executed with the surgical precision of a military extraction.At 4:00 AM, three identical black Gulfstream jets departed from Teterboro Airport. Only one carried the Alpha and his Queen. The other two were decoys, filled with thermal mannequins and electronic signatures designed to lead the Russo Syndicate’s satellites on a wild goose chase toward the Swiss Alps and the coast of Brazil.Sabizina sat in the cabin of the real jet, her eyes fixed on the clouds below. She felt the steady, low-frequency hum of the engines—a sound that usually soothed her—but today, her skin felt too tight. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the white silk baby shoes.See you in the delivery room."Drink this," Rage said, his voice cutting through her spiraling thoughts. He handed her a glass of chilled pomegranate juice, fortified with the nutrients Dr. Aris had prescribed.Rage hadn't slept. He sa

The hum of the Vane medical transport was the only sound in the sterile, pressurized cabin as it cut through the dawn over the Atlantic. Below them, the South Pacific—and the remains of Aethelgard Island—had been swallowed by the deep, leaving no trace of the "Project" or the betrayal of Isabella Moretti.Sabizina lay in the specialized recovery berth, her eyes fixed on the two reinforced pods secured beside her. Leo was a quiet weight, his chest rising and falling in a perfect, rhythmic slumber, while Luna seemed to watch the shadows of the cabin with a precocious intensity that mirrored her father’ss.Rage sat on a low stool between the pods and Sabizina’s berth. He had refused to change out of his salt-stained, blood-flecked shirt. His hands, usually busy with a tablet or a weapon, were rested palms-up on the edge of the infants' carriers. He looked like a man who had finally found something he couldn't quantify with a spreadsheet."We’re crossing into U.S. airspace in twenty minut

The roar of New York City faded into the rhythmic, hypnotic hum of tires on asphalt as the armored SUV crossed the state line. Behind them, the Vane Tower stood like a frozen monolith, its digital heart stilled by Sabizina’s nitrogen hack. Ahead lay the vast, dark expanse of the Appalachian wilderness—a place where the satellites struggled to pierce the dense canopy and the air didn't smell like ozone and electricityy.Inside the cabin, the silence was heavy. Sabizina sat in the back, her head resting against the cool glass of the window. In the center seat, the two pods remained glowing with a soft, clinical blue light. Leo was awake, his tiny fingers pressing against the glass, while Luna had finally succumbed to the exhaustion of her first twenty-four hours on Earth.Rage sat beside her, his hand never leaving the grip of his sidearm. He wasn't looking at the road; he was looking at the reflection of his wife and children in the darkened glass. The Alpha CEO, the man who had once c

The darkness in the subterranean lab was absolute for exactly three seconds—the time it took for the emergency backup generators to cough into life. But three seconds was an eternity for a man with Hyperthymesiaa.Rage didn't need light to find his target. He had mapped the room's geometry into his permanent memory the moment he stepped out of the elevator.As the dim red auxiliary lights flickered on, Isabella Moretti was already moving toward the primary console, her hand reaching for a manual override lever. She never reached it. Rage lunged through the shadows, his hand closing around her throat with the cold precision of a hydraulic press.He slammed her against a server rack, the metal groaning under the impact."The encryption keys, Isabella," Rage hissed, his silver eyes glowing like hot embers in the red light. "Give me the keys to the children’s neural locks, or I’ll let Sabizina finish what she started with the power grid. I’ll let the surge fry every processor in this room

The submersible sliced through the deep, silent currents of the Davao Gulf, leaving the smoking ruins of Sasa far behind. Inside the medical bay, the air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and the low, rhythmic hum of life-support systems.Rage lay in the center berth, his chest rising and falling with a shallow, ragged effort. His skin was pale, mapped with the faint, fading traces of the black veins that had surged when Valerius tried to claim his mind. Sabizina sat beside him, her fingers interlaced with his, her thumb tracing the knuckles of the man who had just invited a monster into his head to save twelve strangerss."Sabi..." Rage’s voice was a dry rasp, barely audible over the hum of the turbines."I’m here, Rage. I’m right here," she whispered, leaning closer.His eyes flickered open. They were silver again—clear, sharp, and filled with a haunted intelligence. The violet light of the Architect was gone, but the weight in his gaze told her that the memories he had inherit