All Chapters of My Rival Alpha Knows I'm an Omega: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The first official invitation arrived on a Monday.It wasn't hidden inside an anonymous envelope.It wasn't encrypted.It wasn't delivered in secret.It came by registered mail.Inspector Mara Voss signed for it while Marcus carried another crate of donated books into the lighthouse.She looked at the seal on the envelope."The International Ethics Council."Marcus looked over her shoulder."That sounds important.""It usually means lawyers."Marcus sighed."I liked Beacon Twelve better five seconds ago."The villagers laughed.Adrian accepted the envelope and opened it carefully.Inside was a single page.Mr. Adrian Vale,In light of the recently released Orion Archives, the International Ethics Council invites you to address a special assembly in Geneva.The purpose of the meeting is to discuss the ethical stewardship of the released materials and the future of institutions affected by Orion's dissolution.Your attendance is voluntary.Your perspective is considered essential.There

The first thing Adrian noticed wasn't the city.It was the noise.Car horns.Train announcements.Footsteps echoing through crowded stations.Conversations in a dozen different languages.After weeks on Beacon Twelve, Geneva felt impossibly fast.Marcus stepped onto the platform carrying three bags, two backpacks, and somehow balancing a box of archived journals beneath one arm."I miss boats."Ronan looked at the mountain of luggage."You've been complaining since we left.""I'm building consistency."Claire smiled."I think the word you're looking for is 'dramatic.'""I'm both."Captain Nathan Reed laughed as he shook Adrian's hand."My journey ends here."Adrian looked surprised."You're not coming?""The sea is my home."He glanced toward the station."The city belongs to someone else."He reached into his coat pocket and handed Adrian a folded piece of paper."A list."Adrian unfolded it.Inside were names.Small cafés.Bookstores.Public parks.Nothing official.Nothing expensiv

The meeting ended.The conversations didn't.The doors of the council chamber opened, and delegates spilled into the wide marble hallway overlooking Lake Geneva.Groups formed almost immediately.Historians debated with physicians.Archivists exchanged cards with university presidents.Government ministers stood beside human-rights advocates, continuing discussions that had begun inside.No one rushed toward the exits.Adrian remained by the window, watching the lake.Marcus appeared beside him carrying two paper cups of coffee."You survived.""I think so."Marcus handed him one of the cups."I counted.""Counted what?""The number of times people called you 'Mr. Vale.'"Adrian smiled."How many?""Twenty-three.""And?"Marcus grinned."You corrected exactly twenty-three of them."Adrian laughed."I told them to call me Adrian.""You did."Marcus took a sip of coffee."That's the first time I've ever seen a room full of diplomats arguing over who gets to use someone's first name."Fo

By the end of the week, Adrian had attended twelve meetings.He remembered exactly two.Not because the others had been unimportant.Because most of them had ended the same way.People sat down.Disagreed.Listened.Left with a plan.Marcus leaned against the doorway of Adrian's shared office."I have terrible news."Adrian didn't look up from the grant application he was reading."What happened?"Marcus held up a clipboard."You've become boring."Ronan looked up from the opposite desk."I thought that was good.""It is."Marcus sighed dramatically."It's just... nobody is chasing us anymore."He pointed toward the window."No mysterious black SUVs.""No anonymous phone calls.""No explosions."He lowered his voice."I kind of miss the explosions."Inspector Mara Voss walked past the office."I can arrange paperwork instead."Marcus groaned."I take it back."Adrian closed the file in front of him.It wasn't about Orion.Or Silverfang.Or hidden archives.It was an application from a

The tribunal began at nine o'clock.By seven-thirty, the square outside the International Ethics Tribunal was already full.Journalists stood behind temporary barriers.Students held handwritten signs.Some read:TRUTH MATTERSOthers read:JUSTICE FOR EVERY FAMILYA few simply held photographs.Missing parents.Missing grandparents.Brothers.Sisters.Faces that had spent decades without answers.No one shouted.No one pushed.They waited.Inside the black sedan approaching the courthouse, silence filled the cabin.Sebastian adjusted the cuffs of his navy suit.Not the expensive tailored suits he had worn as Chairman.Just a simple dark jacket.No Silverfang pin.No watch worth a fortune.Nothing that suggested status.Only a man arriving to answer questions.Adrian sat beside him.Ronan sat across from them.Marcus fidgeted with the knot of his tie."I hate courtrooms."Inspector Mara Voss smiled faintly."Most people do."Marcus sighed."I also hate ties.""You've mentioned that six