บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by the Seven Alphas: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

"They'll need three hours to go around. We'll reach the estate before they do." Rex's voice came from the front, more growl than speech. "Elias. You still holding up." Elias didn't answer. He was slumped against the back seat. His left arm hung at his side, blood dripping from his torn hand onto the road, where it was crushed into a broken dark-red line by the wheels. His wire-rimmed glasses were still crooked on his nose. He hadn't pushed them back. His right hand was still pressed over the wound on Silas's hand, knuckles gone white from hours of unrelenting pressure. The motorcycle's headlight swept across the rock wall for a brief moment, catching Silas's face in the glare. His eyes were fully closed now, lashes casting small shadows on his chalk-pale skin. But his hand was still curled inside my palm. Fingers faint

The blood in the vial had separated into three layers. He drew out the middle layer of white blood cells, injected it into a culture medium, and placed it in the analyzer's second slot. Data began scrolling across the screen. He typed rapidly, pulling up parameters. The scab on his hand had split open again, blood dripping onto the operating table. He wiped it with his sleeve and kept typing. The bloodstain on that sleeve was spreading. A ding. The report slid out of the machine. He tore it off, eyes sweeping down the page, Adam's apple bobbing twice. His finger pressed down on a number circled in red ink, held it there for a second, then pushed the report toward me. Pheromone Receptor Affinity: 99.7%. "The highest recorded affinity is seventy-eight percent." He stared

Day OneIn the pitch-black hour before dawn, the adjutant's fist hammered against the manor door. The blows landed like iron on bone, the dull vibration snaking through the walls until the entire corridor trembled in resonance. I wasn't asleep. My spine was pressed flush against the ice-cold windowpane of Silas's sickroom, the red moonstone necklace clenched in my right hand. The fine chain bit deep between my fingers, carving a thin, scarlet line into my flesh from the sheer force of my grip. Beyond the glass, the moonlight had long since been butchered by the dense pines. Only the eastern skyline bled a sickly, pale light. Inside the dim room, the monitor beeped with mechanical precision, each tone separated by a single second. Heart rate: sixty-five. Twenty beats higher than last night. Still climbing. 

Day Three Dorian's emergency broadcast detonated violently across all our encrypted channels that evening. This time it wasn't a subtle vibration, but a forcible override that sliced into every corner of the manor. Dorian's emotionless mechanical voice erupted simultaneously in the surgery, the dispensary, the empty corridors, and the cold forecourt, the volume instantly pushed to its absolute maximum. Every word was wrapped in the shrieking buzz of amplified electrical current, like thousands of sharp nails scraping frantically against clean glass, setting teeth on edge. "At 4:20 PM today, the Tri-Lord officially announced a Level One full lockdown of Cain's castle. Cain himself is currently under forced house arrest in the castle's West Wing, while Selene secretly returned to the Tri-Lord estate early this morning. A

The door swung open. Elias walked in. Silas was still leaning against my shoulder, catching his breath. Elias took in our posture. One of my hands braced against Silas's shoulder, the other still gripping the back of his neck. He pulled the stethoscope from his shoulders and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose with a single finger. The glare on the lenses masked his expression entirely. "Awake. Good. Let me check you over." He pressed the scanner probe against the edge of the scent gland at the back of Silas's neck, eyes locked onto the data flickering across the screen. The instrument's blue light sliced across his face, cutting his features into halves of light and shadow. A few seconds later, he