All Chapters of Claimed by the Alpha’s Contract: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Darian reached the north cut as the rain thickened. Elias’s voice came through the earpiece, low and steady.“Tracks are fresh. Same boot. Single set. Moved along the outer marker for sixty meters, then cut toward the river. Trail breaks in the water again.”“Hold position,” Darian said. “I’m here.”He covered the remaining ground without sound. Elias stood with two seniors at the edge of the cleared line. The prints were clear even in the wet soil—same weight, same careful placement, the same deliberate stride they had seen twice before.Darian crouched and studied them. “Time?”“Fifteen minutes. No visual. Cameras caught only shadow.”He stood. “They’re mapping response times.”Elias’s expression did not change. “Yes.”“Pull every junior off the outer lines. Seniors only until further notice. No one moves alone after dark.”Elias began giving quiet orders.Darian stayed at the marker longer than he needed to. The rain collected on the leaves and fell in slow drops. Three tests in fo

Darian reached the inner service road as Elias’s voice came through the earpiece, tighter than usual.“Movement confirmed inside the outer line. East service track. Single figure. Matches the third name’s build and gait. He’s not on rotation.”“Hold distance,” Darian said. “I’m coming to you.”He covered the ground without sound. Rain still fell in a fine mist, softening every step. Elias waited with one senior at the bend in the track, both of them low against the tree line. Fifty meters ahead, a man in dark patrol gear moved along the edge of the service road, head down, pace steady. Not hurried. Not casual either.Darian watched him for a full minute. The man stopped once, checked something on his phone, then continued toward the old equipment shed near the eastern storage units.“That’s far enough,” Darian said quietly.Elias and the senior moved in from the sides. Darian stepped onto the track directly. The man froze when he saw them. For a second his weight shifted as if he migh

Darian reached the service road near the holding rooms as Elias’s voice came through the earpiece, low and urgent.“Single figure. Approaching from the north storage side. Not Callen. Not one of ours on the current rotation. Moving with purpose.”“Intercept,” Darian said. “Alive if possible.”He covered the remaining ground without sound. The rain had thinned to a fine mist. Elias and two seniors were already closing from the flanks. The figure ahead moved along the edge of the building line, head down, pace steady. When the first senior stepped into view, the figure bolted.They brought him down twenty meters later. No weapons. No resistance once he was on the ground. Darian stopped a few paces away and looked at the man’s face under the security light.He did not recognize him.“Name,” Darian said.The man stayed silent.Elias searched him quickly. Empty pockets. No phone. No identification. Only a small folded paper in the inner jacket lining. Elias handed it over without comment.

Darian reached the holding wing as Elias’s voice came through the earpiece, tight and low.“Callen’s room. The door was forced from the inside. He’s down. Pulse is there, but weak. The second man is still secure. No one else in the corridor.”“On my way,” Darian said.He covered the last stretch without sound. The holding wing sat at the back of the main structure, separated from the residential floors by a reinforced service door. Elias and one senior were already inside Callen’s room. Callen lay on the floor near the far wall. Blood matted the hair above his right temple. The metal frame of the narrow cot was bent where it had struck the wall.Darian crouched beside him. The wound was deliberate—close-range, hard enough to drop him, not hard enough to kill outright. Callen’s breathing was shallow but steady.“Get the pack medic,” Darian said. “Quietly. No wider alert.”Elias moved at once.Darian stayed where he was, eyes moving over the room. The door lock had been forced from the

Darian stood in the observation room outside the medical wing and watched the junior medic through the glass. The young man sat on the edge of the cot with his hands clasped between his knees. He had not asked for water. He had not asked for a lawyer. He had only repeated the same story three times: a note on his station, an inventory count, nothing taken.Elias entered and closed the door behind him.“The orderly’s trail is live,” Elias said. “Secondary road camera picked them up fourteen kilometers east at 04:12. Still on foot. Still alone. Direction is consistent with the earlier hits.”Darian did not look away from the glass. “How much of a head start?”“Enough. They left with purpose. No sign of a vehicle yet.”“Keep the search on that corridor. I want to know if anyone meets them.” Darian finally turned. “And the spacer?”“Still missing. No recovery in the holding wing or medical storage. Whoever moved it knew how to keep it off the main inventory alerts.”Darian nodded once. “B