Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Forbidden Heir: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

"Move, you stubborn brat!" Arthur roared, his voice echoing against the damp, pressurized walls of the ventilation shaft. He jammed the butt of his heavy flashlight into the control panel, sparks showering his knuckles in a jagged, electric display.Kael reeled backward, clutching his head as if the sparks were searing directly into his cortex. "Don’t touch that, Arthur! You’re just feeding it more raw surge. You’re turning the conduit into a tripwire!"Lucien caught Kael by the shoulders, his grip firm, steadying the younger man before he could collapse onto the jagged floor. "Kael, listen to me. Breathe. You’re over-indexing on the feedback. Focus on the physical—the rust on the walls, the cold air, the weight of your own body."Kael looked up, his eyes glassy and flickering with an unnatural, digital strobe. "It’s not just noise, Lucien. It’s a language. The Fetal Signature… it’s a handshake protocol. The Directorate designed me to be the master key, and right now, the entire mount

"Lucien, he’s not just a battery," Arthur growled, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register. He stood over the console, his hand hovering over a rusted manual release lever, his knuckles white with tension. "If he’s the keystone, then the whole damn bridge falls when he lets go. We don't have the luxury of coddling him while the Cleaners are tracking our heat signatures through the vents.""And if you force him," Lucien replied, his voice a razor-sharp whisper, "you might fry his neural pathways before he even finishes the handshake. Is that your plan? To kill our only asset and walk out into the valley blind?"Kael leaned his forehead against the cold, weeping stone of the tunnel wall, the bioluminescent lines beneath his skin pulsing with a rhythmic, sickening blue. "Stop it," Kael wheezed, his voice thin. "Both of you. Every time you argue, the spike in my pulse jumps. It’s like a damn heart monitor in a silent room. Can’t you hear it?""I hear the hum," Arthur said,

"I’m not a battery," Kael rasped, his voice vibrating with that strange, unnatural resonance. The bioluminescence beneath his skin flared a violent, electric violet, casting sharp, jagged shadows against the wet walls of the tunnel. "Stop calling me that."Arthur didn't flinch. He tightened his grip on the rusted lever, the iron groaning under the pressure of his calloused palms. "Then stop acting like a glorified power grid, kid. You’re leaking, and the grid is reacting. If you don't anchor your signature, we’re dead in minutes."Lucien stepped between them, his presence shifting from the cool, calculated corporate strategist into something far more predatory. He didn't look at Arthur; he looked at the space between them, his posture rigid. "Arthur, ease your grip. You’re feeding the panic. Kael, focus on the wall. Look at the stone, not the stream.""The stone is vibrating, Lucien," Kael whispered, his eyes wide, pupils dilated until they swallowed the irises. "It’s not just the gri

Kael’s skin glowed brighter, casting a harsh, strobe-like violet light against the damp granite walls. He gasped, his body arching as if an invisible wire had been pulled taut through his spine."I can’t!" Kael shrieked, his voice fracturing into a discordant, digital reverb. "It’s not just a leak, Lucien. It’s an invitation! The grid is talking to me. It's asking for credentials."Arthur backed away, his boots skidding on the slick, oily sediment of the tunnel floor. He leveled his heavy-duty pulse welder at the darkness, his knuckles white. "Credentials? Since when does a mining shaft need a password? Shut him down, Lucien! If he keeps broadcasting, the Cleaners will be on us before the next pulse hits."Lucien didn't look at Arthur. He kept his hand firmly on Kael’s shoulder, feeling the erratic, rhythmic drumming of the boy’s heart—a heartbeat that felt more like a machine cycle than a pulse of blood and muscle. "Kael, look at me. Ignore the grid. Do not grant access. You are a hu

"My fear? You’re lecturing me on fear, Lucien? I’m the one holding the welder while you play philosopher with a human radio station!" Arthur shoved his weapon back into his holster, the metallic clack echoing violently against the damp granite. "Look at him. He’s not even blinking. That’s not a human being anymore; that’s an open server."Lucien didn’t flinch. He kept his eyes locked on Kael, whose pupils were now pinned dots of obsidian set against an ocean of frantic, swimming violet. "He is scared, Arthur. He’s more human right now than either of us. That’s exactly why the grid is trying to subsume him. It can’t calculate empathy, so it’s trying to crush it."Kael let out a choked sound, a low hum that vibrated in the marrow of their bones. "It’s not just calculations," he wheezed, his fingers clawing at the rough, mossy fabric of Lucien’s jacket. "It’s memories. I can see... a desk. A fountain pen. A woman looking out a window at a sky that isn't grey. It’s stealing my capacity to