جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 40

"Did you really believe that hiding behind a wall of trembling enforcers and a fake badge would stop me from dismantling everything your corrupt little syndicate built on the bones of my past?"My voice rings out across the wide corridor, cutting through the heavy silence of the panicked faculty members and bouncing off the polished marble tiles with absolute authority. Clara steps back, her hands shaking so violently she nearly drops her tablet while the ring of enforcers shifts uneasily around her, unsure whether to protect a coward or run for their lives. Jayson stands firmly to my right, his posture rigid as he glares at the trembling guards with a terrifying alpha glare that makes several of them drop their weapons to the floor. Simon takes up position on my left, his fists unclenched but ready to strike, radiating an easy, protective confidence that turns the entire hallway into our personal killing floor. Rafael steps in close right behind me, his hand resting lightly and posse

"Do you really expect me to lower my weapon and surrender just because your little fan club of reformed alpha heirs decided to stage a hostile takeover of the administrative wing?"The headmaster’s voice cracks slightly as he grips the silver plated rifle, his knuckles turning pure white while he points the barrel straight at my chest. The heavy silence inside the council office is deafening, broken only by the hum of the cooling fans on the mainframe computer I just wiped clean. I don't flinch, my eyes locked onto the cold steel of the rifle before shifting up to meet his sweating, panicked forehead. I take a deliberate step forward, ignoring the way Jayson twitches like he wants to lunge across the desk and snap the old man's neck with his bare hands. Simon crosses his arms tightly over his chest, his amber eyes glowing with a feral warning as he leans against the doorframe, completely blocking any escape route. Rafael remains directly behind me, his chest warm against my back, his

"Do you really think that bringing a military chopper to a campus showdown is going to intimidate anyone who has already survived being publicly executed on a blood moon?"My voice cuts through the roaring wind generated by the helicopter blades spinning wildly outside the courtyard windows, shattering the glass of the main doors into a thousand glittering pieces. Enforcer Vance steps through the shattered frame, his silver uniform gleaming under the harsh security lights while his elite tactical squad fans out behind him with weapons raised. Jayson steps in front of me instantly, his broad shoulders forming an unbreakable wall as his alpha aura surges with a volatile, suffocating pressure that forces the front row of enforcers to stumble back. Simon cracks his neck with a sharp, echoing snap, grinning like a maniac as he steps right beside Jayson, his amber eyes locked onto Vance with pure, bloodthirsty anticipation. Rafael remains firmly planted at my side, his hand wrapping securel

"Do you honestly expect me to hand over the master keys to the inner sanctuary just because your reformed little coalition managed to lock down the faculty lounge?"The voice of the interim dean rings sharp and metallic against the stone walls of the underground vault, cutting through the heavy silence as I step past Jayson and Simon into the flickering torchlight. My boots hit the wet marble floor with a quiet, menacing slap, the sound echoing through the subterranean hall while my fingers lightly brush the hilt of the silver dagger at my waist. Jayson stands to my left, his broad shoulders blocking any possible escape route while his dark eyes remain glued to the dean with cold, calculating fury. Simon leans lazily against a marble pillar on my right, his reckless grin flashing in the dim light like a warning sign for anyone foolish enough to test him. Rafael steps in right behind me, his hand settling firmly and possessively on the small of my back, radiating a steady, grounding he

"Did you honestly think you could slip past the primary northern perimeter barriers without leaving a digital footprint that routes straight into my personal console?"The low, demanding tone of Jayson’s voice hits the cold stone walls of the upper corridor before he even steps out from the shadows of the archway, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the flickering sconces. My boots pause mid stride on the marble tile, my fingers tightening instinctively around the handle of my hidden dagger while my eyes snap toward him with calculated hostility. Jayson doesn't flinch at my glare; instead, he closes the gap between us with a slow, predatory stride, his dark gaze raking over my tactical gear as if memorizing every weapon I have strapped to my body. Simon and Rafael materialize right behind him from the adjacent hallway, their presence instantly closing off any chance of retreat, though neither of them makes a hostile move toward me. Simon crosses his muscular arms over hi