All Chapters of Alpha Rex.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

(Rex’s POV) Nobody spoke. For several long seconds, the only sound in the cavern was falling dust and the distant groan of ancient stone shifting somewhere beneath us. The creature stood half-emerged from the fracture. Part child. Part memory. Part something far older. And the Hollow King had not denied its accusation. That was the part I couldn’t ignore. I stepped slightly in front of Isabella again. “What did it mean?” The Hollow King remained silent. My patience snapped. “What did it mean?” I repeated. The creature answered first. “You never told them?” Its eyes glittered with amusement. The Hollow King’s expression hardened. “Be silent.” The creature laughed. “You always do that.” Something passed through Lucien’s face. Recognition. Not complete understanding. But recognition. He stepped forward carefully. “You know this entity.” The Hollow King looked at him. “Yes.” The cavern went still. Kaelen folded his arms. “How well?” A long pause followed.

(Rex’s POV) The mountain’s heartbeat followed us all the way back to the upper stronghold. Not physically. We couldn’t hear it anymore. But nobody forgot it. Nobody relaxed. Nobody pretended things were normal. Yet somehow, life kept moving. People still trained in the courtyard. Children still ran through the village paths. Pack members still argued over food, patrol schedules, and whose turn it was to clean the western watchtower. The world refused to stop simply because something ancient had opened its eyes beneath a mountain. And for the first time in days, that annoyed me. Because how could everything look so normal when nothing was? I stood on the balcony outside my office, staring across Blackthorn territory. The sun was setting. Orange light spilled across rooftops and distant forests. Beautiful. Peaceful. A lie. A knock sounded behind me. I didn’t need to turn around. “Come in, Ash.” The door opened. “One day,” he said, walking inside, “I’m going to st

(Rex’s POV) The scream still echoed in the room long after Isabella stopped. She was breathing hard. Her face pale. Her hands trembling. And every instinct in my body was screaming that whatever she’d just seen was important. Dangerously important. I crouched beside her chair immediately. “Talk to me.” Her eyes found mine. For a second she looked lost. Not confused. Lost. Like part of her hadn’t fully returned from wherever she’d been. “Isabella.” Her gaze focused. Slowly. Painfully. And finally she whispered, “They aren’t dead.” The council room fell silent. Rain hammered against the windows. Thunder rolled somewhere beyond the mountains. Nobody spoke. Nobody wanted to. Because we all knew exactly who she meant. The missing people. Thirty-two names. Thirty-two disappearances. Thirty-two unanswered questions. Lucien was the first to recover. “What did you see?” Isabella swallowed. “The city.” My stomach tightened. Again. Always the city. The silver

(Rex’s POV) The room felt too small. Too quiet. Too full of things that shouldn’t exist. Rain battered the infirmary windows. Thunder rolled across Blackthorn’s mountains. Somewhere in the distance wolves barked warnings to one another. But inside that room, nobody seemed capable of moving. Nobody except Adrian. He sat calmly on the edge of the bed as if he hadn’t just shattered reality. “You built the city.” The words hung in the air. Impossible. Completely impossible. I looked at Isabella. Her face had gone pale. Not afraid. Overwhelmed. There was a difference. Fear could be fought. Overwhelm just sat on your chest until breathing became difficult. Adrian noticed it too. His expression softened. “You don’t remember.” “I’ve never seen that city before a few weeks ago.” “You’ve seen it your entire life.” The answer came gently. Almost sympathetically. I immediately disliked it. Because it sounded like someone speaking to a child who didn’t yet understand som

(Rex’s POV) The laughter carried through the corridor. Soft. Childlike. Completely normal. And somehow it was the most disturbing sound I’d heard all week. Nobody in the room moved at first. We just listened. The healer frowned. Confused by our reaction. Because to her, it was only a little girl laughing. To the rest of us? It sounded like the beginning of another disaster. Adrian was already heading for the door. Fast. Far too fast for someone who had supposedly been exhausted moments ago. “Wait.” He didn’t. I caught his arm before he reached the hallway. His eyes snapped toward me. And for the first time since we’d met, I saw genuine panic. Not fear. Panic. “Tell me what’s happening.” “We don’t have time.” I hated that answer. “What does that mean?” The laughter echoed again. Closer. Then stopped abruptly. The silence that followed felt worse. Adrian closed his eyes for a second. Like he was debating how much to tell us. Finally, he spoke. “If it’s wh