All Chapters of The Alpha's Secretary Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty-One: The Server Room Discovery

The air inside the server room was cold and smelled like burnt plastic. Row after row of tall, black computer towers lined the space, their small green and blue lights blinking in the dark like tiny eyes. The heavy, thudding sound of the battle in the hallway had stopped, but my heart was still racing. I walked past the two fallen, fake wolves on the floor, making sure not to touch the sticky, green fluid leaking from their torn chests.Silas walked right beside me, his large body still tense, his golden eyes scanning the dark corners of the room for any more hidden dangers. The gold lines on his skin were slowly fading back into his bronzed skin, but his claws were still out, scratching slightly against the metal floor panels as he moved."They weren't here to destroy the building, Elena," Silas said, his voice dropping into a low, serious rumble. "Look at the main computer console."I rushed forward, my bare feet clicking softly against the floor—the central desk, where all the towe

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Purge of the 50th Floor

The red emergency lights clicked on with a dull hum, painting the pitch-black room in a bloody, low glow. The main computer screen was dead, but the white words “The Board has voted. The Purge begins now” seemed to stay burned into the back of my eyes. The cold air in the server room suddenly felt twice as heavy, thick with the smell of freezing metal and dust."Elena, move," Silas ordered. His voice wasn't just a growl anymore; it was a deep command that vibrated right through the floorboards beneath my feet.He didn't wait for me to pack up. He grabbed my laptop with one hand and slammed it shut, then used his other arm to pull me tightly against his side. The gold lines on his chest were flashing rapidly, like a warning light on a dashboard. Through our mind-link, the quiet peace we had shared just a moment ago was completely gone. In its place was a loud, chaotic roar of fear and pain from every wolf in the building.The Shadow Council wasn't just trying to lock us in. They were

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Ground Floor Trap

We moved down the concrete steps like a pair of hunting ghosts. With the skyscraper's main power cut, the heavy silence inside the stairwell was eerie, broken only by the sound of our hurried breathing and the soft click of my bare feet. Silas stayed one step ahead of me, his massive frame blocking the dark path, his golden eyes casting two sharp beams of light onto the concrete below.Through the mind-link, the chaotic static from the pack guards was fading out, replaced by a cold, heavy silence. That silence was worse than the screaming. It meant Hecate's fake wolves had already cleared the lower levels and were setting up a perimeter. They were turning the beautiful glass lobby into a massive cage."Marcus isn't answering," Silas muttered, his voice dropping into a lethal, low register that made my ears ring. He stopped on the first-floor landing, his large hand coming out to hold me back against the wall. "His frequency is gone from the link, Elena. The green poison down there is

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Choice of the Priestess

The red button in Hecate’s hand looked small, but it held the weight of a death sentence. Outside, the New York rain kept hitting the shattered lobby, making a soft tapping sound against the broken glass. Inside, the green fog was completely gone, but the heavy silence returned, thick and scary.I looked at Marcus, who was still trapped under the heavy security desk, his breathing slow and weak. I looked at Silas. His massive shoulders were tight, his golden eyes burning with a wild, furious light that wanted to tear Hecate to pieces. But I could feel his heart through our mind-link—it was hammering fast, filled with a terrible fear. Not for himself, but for the pack wolves trapped in the lower levels. And for me."Don't do it, Elena," Silas growled, his voice dropping into a deep, rough register that shook the marble floor beneath our feet. He stepped slightly in front of me, his body acting like a solid wall of muscle. "If you walk into that cage, she won't just study you. She’ll dr

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Spark of Rebellion

The explosion of the remote control left a thick, smoky smell of burnt wires in the cold lobby air. Hecate slid down the stone wall, clutching her smoking hand, her cold eyes wide with a mixture of shock and pure rage. She had spent her whole life treating people like pieces on a chessboard, but she had never met a piece that could strike back on its own. "Kill her!" Hecate shrieked, pointing a shaking, soot-covered finger at me. "Forget the cage! Break her spine!" The four Synthetic Alphas didn't move like natural wolves; they moved like heavy machinery. The two fakes Silas hadn't slammed into pivoted on their heels, their blank, unblinking eyes locking onto my face as their skin began to bleed that foul, green chemical fog again. But I wasn't the helpless secretary trapped under a rock anymore. I was standing on a giant network of copper grounding wires, and my Priestess blood was singing with raw power. "Don't touch her!" Silas roared. He was a blur of black shadow and go

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Ledger of the Priests

The executive elevator was still dead, so we stayed in the quiet sanctuary of the penthouse kitchen, surrounded by the soft gray light of a rainy Manhattan morning. The corporate chaos downstairs was being handled by the remaining pack warriors, leaving Silas and me in a strange, heavy bubble of calm. I sat on the edge of the marble countertop, a mug of black coffee warming my raw, blistered palms.The silver-violet patterns under my skin were completely still now, but they felt different. They didn't feel like a medical accident anymore. They felt like an old language I was finally learning how to read."You're quiet," Silas said, stepping into the kitchen.He had changed into a clean black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, but he hadn't put on his suit jacket. Without the billionaire armor, he looked raw, huge, and intensely focused. He stopped right between my knees, his hands coming up to rest on the marble on either side of my thighs, trapping me in the warm furnace of

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Global Audit

The Tuesday morning sun didn't just rise; it cut through the smoke. By 8:00 AM, the broken glass in the lobby had been swept into neat piles, and a fresh team of workers was already fitting massive, reinforced steel frames where the glass walls used to be. To the rest of Manhattan, it looked like a standard corporate remodel after a minor electrical accident.But on the 50th floor, the atmosphere was purely martial.I stood behind my sleek mahogany desk, the severe professional bun back in place and a fresh charcoal-gray blazer covering the faint, fading purple shadows on my arms. My laptop was open, its screen split into four distinct sections, each displaying a live stream of global financial transactions."The money is moving, Silas," I said, not looking up as my fingers flew across the keys, tracking a series of wire transfers through a bank in Zurich.Silas was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a fresh cup of black coffee in his hand. He was back in his signature three-pi

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Flight to the Black Forest

The sky over the Atlantic was the color of a fresh bruise, split wide open by the silver wings of the Vane Industries private jet. Inside the wood-paneled cabin, the quiet was absolute, broken only by the low, steady hum of the twin engines. The New York skyline was thousands of miles behind us now, but the digital trail I was following didn't care about geography.I sat at the leather workstation, my hair pulled back tightly, my eyes fixed on the glowing lines of code on my tablet. The severe charcoal blazer felt crisp against my skin, a neat wall of defense against the strange, old power still swirling lazily inside my veins."You haven't touched your water, Elena."Silas walked out from the small state room at the back of the plane. He had discarded his suit jacket and vest, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar with the sleeves rolled up to reveal the heavy muscle of his forearms. He looked massive in the narrow cabin, a predator trapped in a silver tube flying at thirty thous

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Black Forest Drop

The German air didn't just feel cold; it felt heavy, thick with the scent of pine needles, wet dirt, and a strange, familiar buzz that made the hair on my arms stand up. The private jet had landed at a small, dark runway outside Stuttgart, and by midnight, we were deep inside the Black Forest, riding in the back of a rugged tactical truck. Outside, the tall trees stood like a wall of black spikes against the misty night sky, completely shutting out the moonlight."We are crossing the outer line now, Elena," Silas said from the dark beside me.He was dressed in a heavy black leather jacket and tactical pants, his massive frame filling the small bench seat of the truck. He looked completely relaxed, but through our shared mind-link, his thoughts were a hot, swirling pool of predatory rage. He reached across the narrow space, his large, warm hand clamping down hard onto my thigh. The moment his skin touched my trousers, a warm wave of golden energy rushed up my spine, instantly settling

Chapter Thirty: The Steel Threshold

The heavy iron gates of the facility didn't just open; they groaned as Silas kicked them off their tracks. The six broken fake wolves were left behind in the freezing mud of the clearing, their green chest-lights completely dead. I walked right beside Silas, holding my ruggedized tablet tight against my chest as we stepped past the threshold and into the concrete courtyard of the hidden bunker.Up close, the facility looked like an abandoned paper mill, its gray concrete walls covered in dark moss and rust. But beneath the decay, the air was vibrating with a deep, heavy bass line that made my teeth chatter."The frequency is getting tighter," I whispered, my fingers flying across the tablet screen to trace the red network lines. "The main generator isn't on the ground floor, Silas. It’s buried three levels down, right in the center of the old bunker system. They’re running the whole place on an isolated circuit."Silas didn't answer with words. He reached down and caught my wrist, his

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