All Chapters of I teamed up with my ex-husband’s rival Alpha: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

"We have a breach," Carter reported in a hushed, urgent whisper. He held up his datapad. "The pressure sensors in the western ventilation shaft just registered a three-pound drop. Someone is crawling through the ducts toward the east wing.""He took the exact route we mapped," I noted, a surge of adrenaline sharpening my senses. "Where is he right now.""He just passed the second junction," Carter read from the screen. "He is thirty feet away from the trap.""Do not trigger the steel plates until he drops into the exhibition room," Dominic commanded. His icy blue eyes were cold and focused. "If you trap him in the shaft, he might find a way to reverse his path. We want him on the floor, surrounded by the resin-coated glass.""Understood, Alpha," Carter nodded.Dominic and I moved swiftly through the service corridors. We did not run. We walked with silent, predatory grace, heading directly for the east wing observation deck.The east wing was a vast, circular room with a soaring glass

Fresh soil clung to the knees of Elias's canvas trousers.I walked into the vast, open-air garden of the Aurelian Healing Center. The morning air was crisp, but the sunlight warmed the vibrant green leaves of the medicinal plants growing in the geometric wooden planters. Elias was kneeling beside a bed of rare mountain herbs, carefully trimming the stems with a pair of silver shears.He had transformed the empty dirt lot into a breathtaking sanctuary. The air smelled of wild mint, crushed lavender, and damp earth."You have a magical touch, Elias," I called out warmly, walking down the paved stone path.Elias looked up and wiped his brow with the back of his wrist. A bright, genuine smile spread across his face. He stood up and brushed the dirt from his trousers."Good morning, Sienna," Elias greeted. His vivid golden eyes shone with absolute contentment. He looked so different from the terrified wanderer we met at the market. He had found his purpose in the soil. "The plants are thri

Crisp white paper unrolled across the length of my glass desk with a satisfying, smooth sound.I smoothed the edges down and secured them with flat metal weights. The morning sun illuminated my home studio in the eastern woods. We had been back from the Northern Ridge for three days. The suspended city was thriving, and my mind was entirely focused on the next horizon.I was designing the Academy of Light.Dominic sat in the comfortable armchair in the corner of the studio. He wore a simple navy shirt and dark trousers. He held a digital tablet, reviewing the proposed curriculum Beatrice had sent over. He was no longer the supreme ruler of the region, but his sharp intellect made him the perfect project manager for the academy."Beatrice wants to dedicate an entire wing to ancient history and forgotten arts," Dominic noted, looking up from his screen. "She is suggesting we include a gallery for the children to display their own historical interpretations.""That is a brilliant idea,"

It was raining heavily The eastern river was usually a calm, sparkling ribbon of water, but the relentless spring storms had turned it into a rushing, muddy force. I stood on the edge of the construction site for the Academy of Light. I wore a bright yellow raincoat and waterproof boots. The rain tapped loudly against my hood.Dominic stood right beside me, holding a wide black umbrella over both of us. He wore a dark waterproof jacket, his icy blue eyes scanning the rising water with sharp focus.The main foundation of the academy was perfectly safe. I had designed the primary buildings on elevated ground, knowing the river might swell during the wet season. But the lower slopes, where Elias had just begun preparing the soil for the botanical teaching gardens, were in serious trouble.Elias was pacing near the muddy bank. His canvas jacket was soaked. He looked at the rushing water with genuine distress."The current is pulling the topsoil away," Elias called out over the sound of t

The Academy of Light was officially open.Dozens of children ran across the paved stone paths, their voices filling the morning air with bright, chaotic joy. They carried brand new canvas backpacks. Some of the younger students stared in pure awe at the soaring glass ceilings, while older students hurried toward the botanical gardens, eager to see the rare plants Elias had cultivated.I stood near the main entrance hall, watching the vibrant scene unfold. My heart swelled with a profound, steady pride.Beatrice stood by the double doors of the library. She wore a tailored plum-colored blazer and handed a small, leather-bound notebook to every child who walked past. Her sharp, intelligent eyes sparkled with happiness. She had spent decades hiding books in a damp basement, and now she was freely handing out knowledge in the sunlight."The attendance is incredible," Maya noted, walking up beside me. She held a digital tablet tracking the student roster. "We have children from the central