All Chapters of I teamed up with my ex-husband’s rival Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The thick steel blast doors had sealed shut behind us, trapping our four-person strike team inside the Apex Coalition’s hidden archive. From the narrow aisles between the humming black server racks, twelve elite mercenaries stepped into clear view. They moved with chilling tactical discipline, raising specialized shock rifles designed to incapacitate rather than kill.Adams stood safely behind their defensive line. His tailored charcoal suit looked entirely out of place in the sterile, freezing basement, but his calm, polite smile was more unsettling than a drawn weapon."I must admit, Alpha Vance, I did not expect you to find the aqueduct," Adams said, his smooth voice echoing off the concrete walls. "Your tactical reputation is well earned. But raw tactics cannot defeat foresight."Dominic did not flinch. He stood perfectly still, his eyes sweeping across the twelve armed men. He analyzed their spacing, their sightlines, and the angles of the room with the terrifying, cold precision

The private elevator descended in smooth, absolute silence.I stood shoulder to shoulder with Dominic. The elevator doors chimed and slid open, revealing the expansive ground-floor foyer.Davis was waiting for us, flanked by twenty elite Obsidian tactical guards. They were fully armed, their faces set in grim lines of pure determination. They wore unbranded black gear, stripped of any corporate insignia. Today, they were not security guards; they were a pack defending their territory."The Tribunal Enforcers are formed up outside the main gates," Davis reported, falling into step beside Dominic as we walked toward the grand entrance. "They have thirty-six men. They are carrying silver-laced batons and standard issue firearms. Elder Thorne is standing at the front.""Hold the perimeter line," Dominic commanded quietly, his voice a cool, steady anchor in the tense air. "Nobody fires a shot unless I give the direct verbal order. The Council wants us to look like rogue aggressors. We will

"We cannot burn it," Carter stated, his voice slicing through the tense atmosphere of the war room.Dominic stopped pacing. He turned his icy blue gaze toward the intelligence officer. A profound silence settled over the bunker. Questioning a direct tactical command from an Alpha was a dangerous line to cross, but Carter held his ground, adjusting his glasses nervously beneath the harsh tactical lights."Explain," Dominic commanded softly, the lethal edge in his tone demanding absolute logic."If we burn that greenhouse down tonight, Alpha, we destroy our only alibi," Carter said, pulling up a digital map of the botanical district. "Elder Thorne is returning at dawn with the full Tribunal army. If we stand on the Obsidian steps and tell them that Julian Vanguard was drained by a dark practitioner working for a shadow syndicate, they will demand physical evidence. If our only proof is a pile of ash in an abandoned city park, the Council will accuse us of fabricating the story to cover

A melodic, overlapping laugh echoed through the freezing atrium, bouncing off the glass panes and making it impossible to pinpoint the exact source."Did you truly believe you could walk into my sanctuary unnoticed, Alpha Vance?" Scarlett’s voice drifted through the dark, dripping with venomous amusement."Form up!" Dominic roared, drawing his weapon. His Alpha aura flared, pressing outward in a powerful, protective dome intended to shield our minds.Davis and Jax instantly fell into a tight defensive circle, their suppressed rifles raised, aiming into the shadows. But the shadows were no longer stagnant.The dark glamour descended upon the room like a suffocating blanket.The air itself seemed to warp and twist. The stone floor beneath our boots rippled as if we were standing on the surface of a turbulent ocean. The gray, pulsing vines lining the walls began to writhe and slither, elongating into terrifying, serpentine shapes that lunged from the periphery of our vision."Hold your f

Two hundred Tribunal Enforcers stood in perfect, rigid formation. They carried silver-laced batons, riot shields bearing the ancient Council crest, and standard-issue firearms strapped to their chests.At the very front of the army stood four Elders, cloaked in deep crimson robes denoting their supreme status. Elder Thorne stood in the center, resting his weight on his polished cane, a smug, vindictive sneer twisting his weathered face.Dominic and I walked down the gravel path alone.We left the Obsidian tactical guards at the doors of the mansion. We did not bring weapons. We did not bring armor. We walked with the calm, measured grace of absolute certainty.When we reached the iron gates, the silence from the opposing army was deafening. Two hundred pairs of eyes locked onto us. Many of the Enforcers stared directly at my face, their expressions shifting into profound unease as they witnessed the vivid, molten gold rings glowing in my irises. The rumors had spread through their ran