Semua Bab The Alpha’s Genius Dud: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The salt flats were no longer a silent desert. The seven black towers groaned as they settled into the earth, vibrating with a frequency that made the ground beneath Faith’s boots tremble. The shadow-wolves, thousands of them, stood in perfect rows like a silent, dark ocean. Killian stood in front of Faith, his body battered and scarred, but his presence was like a mountain. The red runes were gone, leaving only the fierce, golden light of the Alpha. “Leo, get the survivors to the back,” Killian ordered, his voice echoing with authority. “If those towers finish their cycle, the ‘song’ won't just be a suggestion. It will be a command that no mind can resist.” Leo nodded, his face pale. He began directing the dazed soldiers toward the remaining functional trucks. Faith looked at the silver keys in her hand. “Thomas said they have nine. If they open the eighth tower, the frequency will cover the entire continent. We have to move.” “We aren't moving yet,” a voice said. Father Thomas

The drive back from the salt flats was the longest of Faith’s life. The convoy moved slowly. Many of the trucks were towing the wreckage of cars that hadn't survived the crash. The air inside the SUV was heavy with the smell of smoke and the silence of three people who had seen too much. Faith leaned her head against the window. Her body felt like it was made of lead. The silver glow was gone from her skin, but she could still feel the Master Key humming deep inside her marrow. It wasn't a sound; it was a memory of power. Killian sat beside her, his hand gripping hers. His knuckles were bruised, and his skin was covered in small cuts, but his touch was the only thing keeping Faith grounded. “You're shaking,” Killian said softly. “I can still feel it,” Faith whispered. “The towers. The way they pulled at my mother. I can feel the code inside me, Killian. It’s like a map I can’t stop reading.” “We’re going to get you home,” Killian promised. “We’re going to lock the gates and figur

The morning air was cold as the black SUV pulled up to the gates of the Academy. Only a few days ago, Faith had left this place as a hero. Now, she was returning as a ghost. The news of the “Crescent Trust” and the frozen accounts had traveled faster than a wildfire. As she stepped out of the car, she didn't feel like the Silver Saviour. She felt like the orphan girl who had first arrived here with nothing but a suitcase and a secret. Killian stepped out beside her. He looked tired, but his presence was still a warning to anyone who dared to move too close. He reached for Faith’s hand, but she gently stepped away. “You can't go in there with me, Killian,” she said softly. “The lawyer said the Trust has frozen my access to the estate. If the Alpha of the North is seen fighting my battles in a classroom, it makes me look like a victim. I need to walk in there as myself.” “You aren't yourself, Faith,” Killian growled, his golden eyes scanning the crowd of students gathering near th

The library was a tomb of cold stone and dust. Outside, the blue light from the dampening rods on the roof bled through the high windows, staining the rows of books in a ghostly color. Faith moved through the aisles with Jax. Every step felt heavier than the last. The dampening field was working. The Master Key inside her was struggling to breathe, and the link to Killian felt like a radio station fading into static. “The archives are through that iron door,” Jax whispered, pointing to the back of the building. “But it’s locked with a biometric scanner. Only the Dean and the Trust lawyers can get in.” Faith looked at the scanner. It was a sleek, silver plate. She thought back to, when Killian had thrown her into this world. He had paid her tuition to keep her away from the “charity” of scholarships. He wanted her to owe him, not the school. “They said my tuition wasn't paid,” Faith muttered, her jaw tightening. “They said because Killian’s money is frozen, I’m a debtor. They’re us

The morning sun hit the gold-leafed sign of the North Elite Academy, making it sparkle. But the atmosphere inside the gates was completely different than before. The tension of the “True Court” was gone, replaced by a quiet, respectful awe.A sleek, charcoal-grey sports car pulled up to the front entrance. The door opened, and Faith stepped out. She wasn't wearing the tactical gear of a soldier or the soot-covered clothes of a survivor. She wore a perfectly tailored black blazer, a simple white silk shirt, and the repaired silver necklace. She looked every bit the billionaire heiress she was, but her eyes held the sharpness of someone who had faced death and won.Killian stepped out of the driver’s side. He didn't look like a bossy Alpha today: he looked like a proud partner. He walked around the car and leaned against the door, watching her.“Are you sure you want to do this?” Killian asked, a smirk playing on his lips because you could stay at the estate and run the world from your