The Fallen Alpha’s Pregnancy
Faremi Abisolapregnant and rejected by my alpha matemated to the beastly alphafinding her true alpharejected by my best friend and alpha
The towering chain-link topped with razor wire looms out of the mist like a prison wall, glowing with the sterile, white floodlights of the security cameras sweeping the yard.
Through the encryption earpiece, Kade's voice crackles, laced with static.
“Grid is prepped. On your mark, boys.”
I look over at Liam, who is crouching beside me in the mud, his eyes locked on the guard tower twenty yards away. He gives me a slow, grim nod.
"Do it," I whisper into the comms.
A fraction of a second later, the entire block plunges into absolute, pitch-black darkness as the transformer blows with a dull, distant thud. The floodlights snap off, the security cameras freeze mid-sweep, and the regional relay