All Chapters of My Rival Alpha Knows I'm an Omega: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

No one spoke.The voice lingered in the nursery long after the speaker had fallen silent.It wasn't distorted.It wasn't mechanical.It carried the quiet confidence of someone who had never needed to raise his voice to be obeyed.Inspector Mara Voss instinctively scanned the ceiling."Can you trace it?"Marcus already had his laptop open."I'm trying."His fingers flew across the keyboard."The signal isn't coming from outside."He frowned."It's moving.""What do you mean?""It's bouncing between transmitters hidden inside the building."Ronan looked around the nursery."So whoever built this place expected conversations like this."I slowly approached the framed photograph.Arthur Hale's face remained crossed out with a single line of fresh red ink.Not violently.Not angrily.Deliberately."He was never the traitor."I read the sentence aloud.Mr. Rowan stepped beside me."The handwriting."I looked at him."You recognize it?"He nodded slowly."I've seen it before.""Where?"He he

No one spoke.Every pair of eyes remained fixed on the distant skyline.Silverfang Tower dominated the financial district as it always had, its mirrored glass reflecting the afternoon sun like a blade.But now I could see it.Near the top of the building, just beneath the executive floor, a section of the eastern façade had shifted outward by several feet.From the street, it would appear to be nothing more than an architectural detail.From here...It was unmistakable.A hidden office.Office Seven.My father's final key rested heavily in my palm.Marcus was the first to break the silence."I've worked in that building for nine years."He stared through the nursery window."There has never been an Office Seven.""There wasn't supposed to be," Ivy replied quietly.She slowly lowered herself back into her chair, the strain of her injury beginning to show again."The library never reveals every door at once."Inspector Mara Voss looked from the tower back to me."Question."I nodded."I

No one reached for a weapon.Not yet.The underground garage fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the quiet hum of the SUV's engine.The man closed the driver's door with deliberate care.His charcoal suit was immaculate despite the dust drifting through the old garage. Silver streaked the dark hair above his temples, and his posture carried the effortless confidence of someone accustomed to command.He looked to be in his early fifties.Old enough to have known my father.Young enough to be dangerous.His gaze settled on the envelope in Ronan's hands before returning to me."I'd appreciate it if you didn't open that just yet."His voice was calm.Cultured.There was no trace of urgency.As though we had met for a scheduled business appointment rather than in a hidden garage beneath the city.Inspector Mara Voss stepped forward, her pistol raised."Hands where I can see them."The man obeyed immediately, raising both empty hands."I have no intention of fighting."Marcus snorted.

No one spoke.The recording continued to hiss softly from the digital recorder in my hand.My own voice had stopped.The final sentence still echoed inside the garage."...Ronan finally admitted he loved me."Silence became unbearable.Marcus looked at Ronan.Then at me.Then wisely decided not to say a single word.Inspector Mara Voss cleared her throat and turned away, suddenly fascinated by the concrete wall.Even Gabriel lowered his eyes.Only Ronan continued looking at me.For the first time since we'd met at the academy...The rivalry between us disappeared completely."I don't remember saying it," he admitted quietly."I know."His voice carried no embarrassment.Only regret."I remember feeling it."The honesty of those words struck harder than any confession could have.I looked down at the recorder.My thumb hovered over the replay button.I wanted to hear it again.To know what happened after those words.To understand why we had willingly erased the most important conversa

The sound of the rifle bolt sliding forward echoed through the underground garage.A professional.Patient.Disciplined.The sniper wasn't firing wildly.They were choosing targets.Inspector Mara Voss reacted first."Down!"The third shot shattered the concrete pillar inches above my head.Fragments of stone exploded across the floor.Ronan grabbed my shoulder and pulled me behind the Aston Martin just as another bullet tore through the windshield.Safety glass burst inward like frozen rain.Marcus dropped beside us, breathing hard."They're trying to pin us down!""No," Gabriel said, crouching behind a support column.His eyes never left the upper ventilation grates."They're herding us."Another shot.This one struck the armored SUV's front tire.The vehicle sagged heavily onto its suspension.Escape by car was no longer an option.The woman in the gray coat coughed weakly.Blood stained the corner of her lips.I pressed both hands firmly against the wound in her chest."Stay with