All Chapters of The Alpha’s Genius Dud: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

They arrived at the Academy's Gate. Usually, the guards cleared a path for Killian’s car. Today, they stood back. A crowd of over two hundred students blocked the entrance. They weren't cheering. They were shouting. Stay in the car, Killian said. His hand was on the door handle, his knuckles white. “This is a setup.”“I can't hide forever, Killian,” Faith replied. She looked at the signs. ‘Where is the cure? And Faith is a liar.She stepped out of the car. The noise hit her like a physical wall.“There she is!” Chloe screamed from the front of the crowd. She held her phone up, filming everything. “Faith! Is it true? Did you find a machine that stops the pain but refused to share it with us?”Faith walked toward them. She didn't have her silver glow, but she held her head high. “The machine was in a restricted vault. We activated it. The shifts have stopped being painful for everyone in the city. You felt it, didn't you?”“We felt it for an hour!” a boy shouted from the back. Then it s

Killian drove like a madman, weaving the SUV through traffic with the sirens blaring. Faith sat in the back seat, her eyes fixed on the security footage on her phone. The image of her mother’s ruined garden was burned into her mind. “She’s not answering her phone, “Faith whispered. Her voice was thin, trembling for the first time in weeks. “Sarah is strong, Faith,” Leo said from the passenger seat. He was typing furiously on his laptop, trying to bypass the jammed signal at the house. “And she has the best security team in the North. They wouldn't have gone down without a fight.” “The True Court doesn't fight like soldiers,” Killian growled. His hands were so tight on the steering wheel that the leather began to creak. They are ghosts. You saw what they did at the school." They skidded into the driveway of the estate. The iron gates were ripped off their hinges. Not melted, not smashed, simply torn away like paper. Faith didn't wait for the car to stop. She jumped out and ran t

The forest was silent. The red glow of the Pulse of Rage had vanished, leaving only the cold, biting air of the Blackwood mountains. Faith stood in the center of the clearing, her hand gripped around the torn piece of Killian’s jacket. Her heart felt like it had been carved out of her chest, but she didn't let herself fall. She couldn't afford to break. “Faith?” Leo’s voice was weak. He was pushing himself up from the dirt, rubbing a bruise that was blooming on his forehead. He looked around the empty clearing, his eyes wide with realization. “Where is he? Where’s Killian?” “They took him,” Faith said. Her voice didn't sound like her own. It was flat and cold. They used the seventh key to break his mind, then took him. Leo scrambled to his feet, struggling toward her. We have to call the pack. We need the full Nightshade army. We can track them. “No,” Faith interrupted. She held up the porcelain fragment she had found in the dirt. “They left this for me. It’s an invitation,

The fire at the refinery burned for hours, lighting up the white salt flats like a dying star. Faith sat on the hood of the SUV, her eyes fixed on the smoke. She didn’t feel the cold. She didn’t feel the pain from the ragged claw marks on her shoulder. She only felt a hollow, freezing emptiness where her heart used to be. Leo was at the back of the car, cleaning a cut on his arm. He kept looking at her, waiting for her to cry or scream. But Faith did neither. She was as still as a statue. “Faith, we need to move,” Leo said softly. “The local authorities will see the smoke. We can't be here when they arrive.” “They have him, Leo,” she said. Her voice was dull. “He looked at me, and he wanted to kill me.” “But you know that wasn't Killian,” Leo insisted, walking over to her. “That was the Pulse of Rage. It’s a chemical and magical rewrite of his brain. He’s still in there. You saw him fight it at the end. He told you to run.” Faith looked down at her hands. She was holding the two

The world turned upside down. The sound of screeching metal and shattering glass drowned out everything else. The SUV flipped three times, rolling across the hard salt crust of the flats before it slammed into a rusted metal pylon. Smoke filled the cabin. Faith felt a sharp pain in her ribs, and her head was spinning. For some few seconds, there was only a ringing silence. Then, the singing started again. It was coming from everywhere, a high, beautiful, and terrifying melody that made the air vibrate. “Leo….” Faith gasped, her voice thick with dust. She looked to the passenger seat. The airbag had deployed, but Leo was already out of his seat. He was standing outside the wreckage, his back to her. His body was stiff, and his movements were jerky, like a puppet on strings. Faith kicked her door open. The metal groaned and fell away. she crawled out of the car, her hands scraping against the sharp salt. She saw the rest of the convoy. It was a disaster. Several of the lead vehicles