Chapter 167Alexander lay on the hospital bed, the sterile scent of antiseptics lingering in the air as the treatment had just been completed. His face was pale, but he appeared calm despite the pain he must have been feeling. Kate and Elena sat beside him, their faces etched with worry."Are you okay?" Elena asked softly, her voice trembling with genuine concern. Her brows were furrowed, and her eyes searched his face for reassurance.He nodded weakly, but before he could speak, Kate suddenly shot up from her chair, her face flushed with rage. "That bastard Stiles, I'm going to kill him!" she fumed, her fists clenched tightly. "I don't care if he's my brother or not—he's such a traitor! I’ll find him and rip him apart!" Her voice was seething with fury, her chest rising and falling with angry breaths.Before she could storm off, Alexander reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. "It's okay," he said in a calm but strained voice. "We planned it."Both Elena and Kate froze, their fac
As Stiles lay gasping for air, Desmond's hand tightening around his throat, something shifted inside him. His fear, the overwhelming sense of doom, began to transform into something darker, something fierce. His vision blurred with desperation, and without thinking, he summoned every ounce of strength left in his body.With a sudden surge of power, he didn't know why it came from, Stiles thrust his knee up into Desmond’s ribs, forcing him to release his grip. Desmond staggered back, shocked, his eyes wide with disbelief.Stiles coughed, sucking in the air that had been cruelly denied to him moments before. Desmond recovered quickly, his face twisting into a furious snarl.“You little—” Desmond began, stepping forward with menace, but Stiles wasn’t finished.Before Desmond could react, Stiles lunged, slamming his fist into Desmond’s jaw. The sharp crack of the impact echoed through the underground chamber, and a collective gasp rippled through the gathered audience.Desmond stumbled,
Stiles swallowed hard, the reality of what he was seeing gnawing at him. He turned to the Highlord, his voice low but firm. “And the people in here... are they here willingly?”The Highlord’s smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculated expression. “No,” he replied bluntly. “They were chosen. Taken. But in time, they’ll be grateful. Once they realize the power they’ve gained, the transformation they’ve undergone... they’ll see this was for the greater good.”Stiles’s stomach twisted in disgust. “They’ll be grateful? You’re forcing them into this.”The Highlord shrugged as if it didn’t matter. “Sometimes, people need a push to see their true potential. They’ll understand eventually. Those who survive, anyway, like you … we force you but here you are.”Stiles clenched his fists, his mind spinning just with a quiet hiss. Highlord gazed at him, “What, are you not happy with this?”.He put on a fake smile, “Actually, I am… just surprised, I promise, I will serve you with all my heart!”. “
Stiles and Tracy rushed out of the house, their hearts pounding as they raced through the dimly lit streets. The weight of the situation settled heavily on their shoulders. If Desmond had truly overheard their conversation, their entire mission was in jeopardy.They reached out to where they know he would certainly be. The secret hospital. As they got there. Elena and Kate eas with Alexander, and they were very surprised.“What are you both doing here? You are not supposed to be here and doing very fine,” he said, rising to his feet.“thats noy what I'm here for.. We’ve been compromised,” Stiles said breathlessly. “Desmond overheard us. He’s awake now, and it’s only a matter of time before he tells his parents everything.”Alexander’s brow furrowed. “really?”Stiles nodded. “There’s no doubt. We have to leave—now.”Alexander’s gaze flicked between them, calculating. “What about the mission? Did you at least get what we needed?”Stiles pulled a small device from his pocket, holding it
Alexander slipped away from the others without a word. He knew what needed to be done, and it was a burden he had to carry alone. The streets were quiet as he made his way to the rendezvous point, his mind racing. Elena’s desperate cries echoed in his ears, but he pushed them aside, focusing on the one thing that mattered now—his son. He couldn’t let him die. Not like this.He arrived at the abandoned warehouse Harrington had specified. The dim lights inside flickered ominously as he stepped through the entrance. His breath hitched when he saw his son, bound to a chair in the middle of the room, tears streaming down his face. Standing behind him, Mr. Harrington loomed with a smirk, his hand resting casually on the boy's shoulder. “Alexander,” Harrington drawled, “right on time.”“Let him go, Harrington,” Alexander growled, his voice cold as he held out the device. “I brought what you wanted. Now let my son go.”Harrington chuckled darkly, tightening his grip on the boy’s shoulder, c
As Alexander and his son, Charlie, reached safety outside the warehouse, Charlie began to cry uncontrollably, his small frame shaking in his father’s arms. “Dad... I was so scared,” he sobbed, his voice trembling.Before Alexander could respond, the sound of footsteps caught his attention. Kate and Elena rushed toward them, their faces filled with panic. Elena’s eyes immediately locked onto her son.“Charlie!” she cried, her voice breaking as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She pulled him from Alexander’s arms, holding him tightly against her chest. “Oh, my baby. You’re okay. You’re safe now,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face.Charlie clung to his mother, still trembling. “Mom, they were going to hurt me...”“I know, sweetheart, I know,” Elena murmured, stroking his hair. “But you’re safe now, I promise.”Alexander stood nearby, watching the emotional reunion, his face filled with guilt and relief. After a few moments, he placed a hand on Elena’s shoulder. “Elena
At the hideout, Alexander and Kate arrived with a small group of Kate's thugs. their faces serious. The air was thick with tension as they neared the entrance. A few guards watched them closely. Inside, a group of people—nervous but ready for a fight—waited. They knew violence was coming.As they entered, a stern man stepped forward, clearly in charge. “so.. you ste the one getting killed here,” he said, looking at the gang members with Alexander and Kate. “you can leave now and you will be saved” Alexander frowned. “We can’t leave yet. Harrington’s forces are too close. If we move now, they’ll pick us off one by one.”Kate crossed her arms, scanning the room. “How many people do we have?”The man glanced behind him. “Not enough. We have some fighters, but they’re not soldiers. This will be hard.”Suddenly, engines roared outside, and everyone tensed. “They’re here!” someone yelled from the window. Gunfire erupted outside.Without hesitation, Alexander pulled out his weapon. “Get rea
The Harrington family was consumed by tension and uncertainty, grappling with the shocking revelation of Alexander's true identity. They knew they had to act swiftly or risk facing the consequences of Alexander's wrath, which could lead to the downfall of their company and their financial ruin.Tracy, alone in her room, was deep in thought, trying to come up with a plan. She couldn't bear the thought of her family going poor, and her mind raced with ideas. She thought of seeking help from a wealthy and influential person, someone who could potentially save their company from Alexander's clutches.She picked up her phone and began searching the internet for a suitable candidate. After scrolling through various profiles, she stumbled upon one that caught her attention: "Michael Shawn, President of the M.S. Group." She learned that he had recently arrived in the state a few months ago but hadn't yet made an appearance at the company. His whereabouts were unknown, and Tracy's curiosity w