Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Rejected Mate: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 88

They did not argue with Rylan’s timing.Sienna and Lucas took a restricted team to the medical wing at a run while Harris held the eastern radius and the hard-room watches. The night attendants met them under the two-person rule, faces already tight from the earlier cabinet breach. The main ward held seven wounded from the drainage cut and the stores fight—stable, sedated where necessary, none of them in a condition to move fast.Lucas ordered the ward emptied into the secondary recovery rooms under continuous direct guard. The process was slow. Every patient had to be moved without opening a window for the kind of clean absence that had already taken deep-cell watches and an eastern pair. Sienna stayed on his left through the corridor work, the bond locked on the practical shape of the next minute rather than the coastal note still unpaid.The main ward’s floor was older than the supply corridor. The annex foundation ran under part of it. The listening post they had already cleared s

They hit the main grounds with the eastern scout still heavy under sedation and the hard-room failure already an hour old.Harris had not waited for their return. The private-wing foundation teams were on continuous rotation. The hard-room corridor was sealed under direct double watch. Merrick remained in his room, alive, silent, and under continuous visual. Rylan’s restraints lay cut on the floor in the same style as every previous extraction. A single black feather sat on the cot. No note. The interests had stopped needing to write instructions the pack could hold in its hands.Sienna passed the recovered scout to the medical wing’s rebuilt access list and stayed on Lucas’s left as they took the hard-room corridor themselves. The bond carried the residual cost of the coastal run and the colder fact that the tool had been returned to the board for a third time inside a structure built specifically to deny him.“The watch,” Lucas said.Harris’s jaw was tight. “Two names. Both pre-firs

Sienna did not take him to the medical wing.She got his arm across her shoulders and moved him toward the eastern service line while Harris split the unit—half on the child and the freed fixed pair, half sweeping the tree line for the handlers who had used the flash. Lucas’s weight was wrong. The new wound sat high on the already damaged thigh and the brace no longer held a useful angle. Every step pulled a sound through the bond that he locked behind his teeth before it became a voice.“Service run under the outer bins,” he said. “If they are cutting back toward the main grounds, that is the cleanest re-entry from this track.”Sienna adjusted her grip and kept moving. “You are going to tear the rest of that leg open before we reach it.”“Then we reach it before I finish tearing it.”The bond carried the practical refusal without decoration. She did not waste breath on a second argument.The eastern service line sat behind the outer commercial bins—a low concrete run that fed the old

The metallic click came again—closer, measured, the sound of a bracket being turned by someone who did not need light to find the threads.Sienna dropped fully into the central cavity and moved along the timber line with the technician and two scouts. Harris sealed the opened floorboards above them enough to limit the noise without trapping the team. The bond carried Lucas’s distant pressure at the eastern field station: consciousness forced continuous, mobility gone, attention locked on every report from the hall foundation as if he could dig through the stone with will alone.The half-seated device sat dark under the central span. The fresh click was not coming from its brackets. It was coming from a second join three body-lengths along the same support—another cavity the first sweep had marked as fill and the second sweep had not yet opened.Sienna put her hand on the false fill. It shifted.Behind it, Merrick worked by touch.He did not run when the cavity opened. He turned the la