All Chapters of My Mate Gave My Life-Saving Cure to His Ex: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41No one spoke for several seconds after Elias said it.Under the Alpha residence.The words crawled through the tunnel like smoke. We had dug through Marlow, Gregory, Lysa, Celeste, Black Thorn, and the old Council labs, only to find the roots running beneath the house that was supposed to lead the pack.Mara was still kneeling beside Elias, her burned hands shaking despite the way she tried to hide it. Caleb sat back on his heels near the control panel, pale and sweating. The freed wolves lay in the cages or just outside them, breathing, conscious, alive for now.Daniel’s voice came through the communicator again. “Scarlett, did you hear me? Voss escaped, but we recovered the case.”“I heard.” I looked at Elias. “What is in the war vault?”His throat worked painfully. Without the collar, his voice sounded more human and more broken. “Original records. First formulas. Names of families who gave subjects.”Mara went very still. “Gave?”Elias closed his eyes.That was answer e

Chapter 43When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was not pain.It was absence.No mate bond pulling at my ribs. No Blood Moon heat crawling under my skin. No familiar wolf demanding I run toward someone else’s suffering before I understood my own.Only white ceiling, antiseptic air, and the slow, steady beeping of a monitor beside me.Then the pain arrived.It came from my left side, deep and hot, spreading through my ribs every time I tried to breathe too fully. My fingers curled against the sheet. The movement was small, but it was enough to make someone beside me stand.“Scarlett?”Daniel.His voice was lower than usual, rough at the edges. I turned my head slowly and found him sitting beside the bed, one hand gripping the rail so tightly his knuckles had gone pale. His coat was gone. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and there was dried blood near one cuff.Mine, probably.His face looked like he had not slept.I tried to speak, but my throat was dry enough that only air c

Chapter 45The names were harder to recover than the bodies.Bodies left evidence. Scars. Bones. Medical changes. Poison patterns. Even the dead could speak if someone knew where to look.Names had been stripped deliberately.In Voss’s records, the earliest subjects were numbered. S-01. S-02. S-03. Later, when the experiments grew more sophisticated, he used functional labels instead: Stabilization Carrier, Command Vessel, Silver Response Failure, Breeding-Line Reject.Caleb read one page, went pale, and walked out of the archive room without a word.I let him.Some horrors needed air before they could be cataloged.Mara stayed.So did Elias.The three of us sat in the protected records chamber with stacks of recovered files spread across the table. My side throbbed beneath the bandages, and Caleb had threatened to sedate me if I worked past two hours. I had promised nothing. Daniel had stationed himself outside the room, which meant Caleb had backup if I became unreasonable.Traitors

Chapter 47No one moved for a long moment.The sketchbook lay open on the table between us, its childish lines more devastating than any official record Voss had kept. Red river. Crooked chimney. A woman in a blue shawl. Come home before dark.Proof did not always arrive in seals and signatures.Sometimes it came in crayon-stubborn memory, surviving where bloodlines had failed.Alexander stared at the page as if it had cut him open. “My family erased her.”Mara’s voice was quiet but hard. “Your family erased a lot of people.”He flinched.She did not apologize.I closed the sketchbook carefully. “We need to show it to Subject One.”Caleb looked toward the hallway. “Slowly.”“Yes.”Daniel picked up the wrapped portrait. “This too?”I hesitated.The portrait might help. Or it might hurt. A child’s face trapped in paint, forced suddenly onto a creature that had spent decades as a number.“Not first,” I said. “The sketchbook first. The memory came from there.”Alexander stood. “I should c

Chapter 49Subject Zero.The words turned the office cold.For weeks, every recovered record had pointed to Nia as the first successful subject. S-01. Primary weapon. The beginning of Voss’s war work. Even Elias had believed the same. If someone from Black Thorn was now claiming there had been a subject before her, then either she was lying to buy sanctuary, or the deepest layer of the vault was still hidden.Neither possibility was comforting.Daniel was already reaching for his coat. “South gate?”I nodded and spoke into the communicator. “Do not let her into the pack interior. Keep her at the outer holding station. No one questions her alone. No one touches her belongings until I arrive.”“Yes, Chief Healer.”I ended the call.Daniel looked at me. “You are injured.”“I am healing.”“That was not the same sentence.”“I’m going.”“Obviously.”He sighed, but not like he expected to stop me. That was progress in its own irritating way.We took two guards and a clinic vehicle. Caleb was