Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Betrayed Omega: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Adrian Pov I came home early because the numbers on my screen had stopped making sense. Four years of shared rent, shared grocery lists, shared quiet Sundays, and the front door still stuck the same way when I pushed it open. The apartment smelled like the citrus cleaner Nathan preferred and something sharper underneath—cologne that was not his. The bedroom door stood half open. Nathan stood by the bed with his back to me, folding a shirt that did not belong in our closet. Another man sat on the edge of the mattress, bare-chested, watching him with lazy interest. Their eyes met in the mirror. Neither of them looked surprised. I stopped in the doorway. My keys stayed clenched in my hand hard enough to dig into my palm. Nathan finished folding the shirt and set it in the open suitcase on the chair. He turned around like he had been expecting me for hours. “You’re early,” he said. The other man reached for his own shirt without hurry. He did not speak. He did not need to. Everyth

Alexander PovThe boardroom on the forty-second floor had always belonged to me.This morning it did not.I sat at the head of the long glass table and watched my mother open the emergency session with the same calm she used for charity dinners. Evelyn Blackwood wore pearl-grey and a smile that never reached her eyes. Sebastian sat two chairs down from her, shoulders straight, expression carefully neutral. He had practiced that look in mirrors for years.Victoria Shaw placed a thin folder in front of me and remained standing at my right shoulder. The rest of the board filled the remaining seats—some loyal, some already calculating the new balance of power, a few simply waiting to see which way the vote would fall.Evelyn did not waste time.“Recent internal audits have uncovered significant irregularities in several subsidiary accounts,” she said. “The pattern of approvals and transfers raises serious questions about oversight at the highest level. For the protection of the company a

Adrian PovThe car door shut with a sound like a vault closing.Alexander Blackwood did not look at me immediately. He gave the driver a short instruction I did not catch, and the vehicle pulled into traffic without urgency. Tinted glass turned the morning city into a muted blur. The interior smelled of leather and cold air. Everything about the space was controlled, expensive, and designed to remind the passenger who held the power.He opened a slim folder and set it on the seat between us. Printed transaction logs filled the top pages—my employee ID repeated in clean black ink across approval after approval.“Two point four million,” he said. His voice was low and precise. “Routed through a subsidiary I am still listed as overseeing. Every final authorization carries your credentials. Explain it.”I kept my hands still on my thighs. “I didn’t authorize those transfers.”“Your login did.”“Someone used it.”He turned his head. The full weight of his attention landed on me like a phy

Adrian PovThe residential tower sat on a quieter street than the corporate glass of Blackwood Holdings, all dark stone and understated security. The driver took us into an underground entrance that required two separate code confirmations before the gate lifted. The unmarked cars did not follow past the final turn. They idled at the corner instead, visible in the side mirror until the ramp curved downward and cut them from view.Alexander said nothing during the last stretch of the drive. He spent the time on his secondary phone, typing short messages and reading replies with the same focused stillness he had shown the officers. When the car finally stopped in a private bay, he opened his door first and waited.I stepped out into cool concrete air that smelled of expensive tires and nothing else. No public parking levels. No random residents walking past. The space belonged to him the same way the boardroom had once belonged to him—completely and without apology.He led the way to

Adrian PovThe apartment felt different once the new information settled.Alexander Blackwood remained on the opposite side of the table, still composed, still assessing, but the center of gravity in the room had shifted. My credentials were no longer the origin point. They were the final link in a chain that began with a procurement override only his brother could authorize. The knowledge did not make me safe. It only changed the direction of the threat.I looked at the photograph again. Nathan and Sebastian under the awning of a private club three weeks ago. The easy proximity. The absence of surprise on either face. While I had been living inside the ordinary rhythm of a relationship I believed was real, Nathan had been meeting the younger Blackwood and building the structure that would empty my accounts and place my name on the damage.Alexander’s voice cut through the thought. “We start with the last six months. Every change in Nathan’s schedule. Every time he came home late or