Semua Bab The Alpha king's captive : Bab 21 - Bab 27

The heavy click of the vault door locking behind them sounded like a death sentence. Silas did not hesitate. Even with the virus turning his blood to liquid fire, the Alpha King moved with lethal speed. He lunged across the stone floor, his claws shot out, aiming straight for the hacker's throat.But the hacker was already moving.With a low, mocking laugh that cut through the quiet room, the masked figure slammed a heavy palm down onto a hidden lever on the side of the desk.The stone floor beneath their feet gave way entirely.A massive trapdoor split open right under them. Silas twisted mid air, throwing his large arms forward to catch Valerie as they fell into the pitch-black hole below. Above them, a loud explosion boomed, sealing the archive vault forever.They fell through the darkness, hitting a steep, ice slicked stone slide. They slid downward at a terrifying speed before dumping hard onto a solid, freezing floor.The impact knocked the breath from Valerie's lungs. For a lon

The dust from the falling stone pillar rose in thick, suffocating clouds, turning the red emergency lights into a bloody fog. Silas lay flat on the cracking marble floor, his massive chest heaving as the master strain violently fought the virus in his veins. The black lines on his neck shivered, turning from a deep, toxic ebony to a dull, faded gray as his advanced physiology clawed its way back from the brink of death.Valerie didn't watch him recover. She didn't care.She crawled through the debris toward her medical kit, which had been tossed against the base of the desk during the cave-in. Her breathing was shallow, her heart hammering against her ribs not from fear of the collapsing ceiling, but from the raw, unadulterated hatred burning in her chest.She pulled the old leather-bound journal out of the kit. The binding groaned in her tight grip. She needed to know how it ended. She needed to know exactly what the old Alpha King did to Evelyn Sterling after the camera stopped roll

The chill in the laboratory had nothing to do with the freezing mountain air outside. Valerie's fingers flew across the keyboard of her main console, her mind racing faster than the scrolling lines of code. The green text from the hacker still burned at the top of her screen like an insult. *Your math was sloppy, Little Outlaw.*Silas stood near the heavy iron doors of the lab, a silent, powerful guardian. The gray web of the blood rot was completely gone from his skin, replaced by the smooth, terrifying perfection of a fully healed Alpha King. But the bond between them was a raw, bleeding thing. Every time his golden eyes brushed against her, Valerie felt a wave of nausea. She couldn't unsee his grandfather's blade at her mother's throat. She couldn't unsee the legacy of violence that carried his name."If someone was in here," Silas said, his deep voice slicing through the hum of the machines, "they had to bypass the outer sector guards. I will have the entire wing systematically pu

The residual heat of the vanity table faded the moment Valerie stepped away from Silas, replacing the feverish intensity of their encounter with a bitter, bone-deep chill. The fated-mate bond inside her was still humming, heavy and thick with the aftershocks of the release, but she actively suppressed it, locking it away behind walls of mental iron.Silas had stepped out to let the royal household servants in, and the small chamber instantly flooded with low-ranking pack girls moving in frantic, terrified silence. The heavy iron alarm bells were still tolling outside, and the servants' hands shook as they began the elaborate process of transforming Valerie from a captive outlaw into a terrifyingly elegant monarch.She refused the midnight-blue silk of the snow dynasty that had been laid out for her. Instead, she demanded the heavily guarded chest from the royal vaults containing the raw, unmapped textiles of her own heritage.The dress the servants fastened her into was a masterpiece