บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Hidden Heir: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Rachel confirms the address before noon.The building does not appear under the Lawson name.It sits outside Riverton in a wooded district where wealthy families send relatives when they want privacy without using the word secrecy. The property belongs to the Bellmere Wellness Foundation, a charity that advertises discreet recovery programs for exhausted Omegas, complicated bonds, hormonal instability, and private prenatal care.Finn reads the website description twice.“It sounds respectable.”“That is the point,” Rachel says.They are gathered in the study again. Everett stands near the long table, while Dean has two security maps open on a second screen. Dr. Bishop sits beside Finn with her medical bag near her feet.Vera remains under guard in another wing of the estate.Rachel turns her laptop toward them.“The clinic is called Bellmere Recovery House. Officially, it has twelve private suites and accepts only referral patients.”“Referral from who?” Finn asks.“Family physicians,

Rachel changes the plan before Everett can kill it completely.Finn knows that is what she is doing because she starts with him instead of Everett.“You do not enter Bellmere alone.”Finn sits across from her in the study, arms folded.“I already said I wouldn’t.”“You do not enter at all unless we have independent authority ready to move.”Everett stands near the windows, visibly less angry than he was an hour ago but nowhere close to calm.Finn looks at Rachel.“Then how do we make them show us what they do?”Rachel turns her laptop toward him.“We give them a patient.”Finn’s stomach tightens.“Me.”“On paper.”Dean comes closer to the table.Rachel opens a blank document.“Bellmere survives because nobody sees the entire process. A person arrives frightened or medically compromised. Intake records are created. Consent appears. Medical supervision begins. Then another set of documents turns confinement into treatment.”Finn thinks of the transfer files.Voluntary relocation.Medica

Midnight should be an ordinary word.Finn knows that.It is only a time on a clock. A number people attach to late trains, deadlines, birthdays, closing hours.His body does not care.The moment Kenneth Lawson says midnight, Harborline returns.Not gradually.All at once.The gold door.The sweet chemical smell.His skin burning beneath clothes that felt too heavy and too rough at the same time.Men speaking outside as though he were already an object being prepared for collection.The buyer arriving after the heat started.Before midnight.Finn holds himself together until the meeting ends.Rachel begins calling the outside legal team. Dean starts coordinating with the authorities she trusts. Vera is moved under heavier protection because Kenneth now believes she has returned to him, and every part of the plan depends on maintaining that illusion for a few more hours.Everett stays close enough for Finn to feel him.That makes it harder.Finn does not want anyone watching him break a

Bellmere Recovery House looks beautiful at midnight.That is the first thing Finn hates about it.The clinic rises beyond iron gates and winter gardens, its cream stone walls washed in soft light. Tall windows glow against the dark trees. A narrow fountain runs beside the circular drive, and somewhere beyond the main building, water reflects the moon from the private lake.Nothing about the place looks like somewhere people disappear.Finn sits beside Vera in the back of a dark sedan while Dean’s concealed security detail spreads through the surrounding roads, parking areas, and service routes. Rachel is listening from a mobile command vehicle several minutes away. Everett is even closer, despite Rachel’s insistence that Kenneth must not see Stone security descending on the property too early.Finn can feel him.The bond has been restless since they left the estate.His medical bracelet is hidden beneath the sleeve of his loose coat. A transmitter no larger than a button is sewn into

The room beyond the second door is not what Finn imagined.That makes it worse.There are no stained walls. No rusted restraints. No exposed pipes or basement darkness that would allow anyone to look at the place and immediately understand what happens inside it.The White Room is beautiful.Soft lighting glows from recessed panels in the ceiling. The walls are warm ivory rather than hospital white. A wide bed stands in the center beneath a pale gray blanket, with a padded chair beside it and a vase of fresh flowers on a low cabinet.Someone has even placed a folded robe at the end of the bed.Finn stops just inside the doorway.The nurse closes the door behind him.Another lock engages.His pulse climbs.“Where am I?”“An observation suite.”Finn looks toward the bed.At first, he sees only expensive sheets.Then he notices the slight rise beneath the blanket near each side rail.His stomach turns.Straps.Padded restraints hidden beneath soft bedding.The nurse follows his gaze.“Th