All Chapters of The Alpha’s Genius Dud: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The silver flicker in Faith’s eyes vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving her alone in the dark room with the smell of bitter almonds and smoke. She stared at the green mist rising from the rug. Maya couldn't even wait twenty-four hours to try to kill her. It was messy, desperate, and exactly what Faith expected. Faith didn't scream for help. If she called the guards now, Maya would play the victim, and Beatrice would cry about how they were being framed. Instead, Faith quietly stood up, her legs still a bit shaky from the surge of power. She used a silk cloth to wipe the remaining droplets of poisoned water into a small vial. “Evidence,” she whispered. She walked to her balcony and looked toward the East Wing. The light in Maya’s room was still on. Faith knew exactly what was happening over there. They were probably celebrating, waiting for the sound of a body hitting the floor. The next morning, Faith walked into the breakfast room with a bright, fake smile. She wore a

Faith felt like she was falling through a sea of glass. The balcony, the night air, and the smell of jasmine were gone. She was in a place where there was no floor and no ceiling. It was a vast, dark library, but the books weren't made of paper. They were made of light, drifting through the air like glowing fish. The man in the worn-out grey cloak stood before her. He looked older than time itself. “Where am I?” Faith asked. Her voice didn't echo. It just vanished into the dark. “You are in the Memory of the Source,” the Librarian said. He waved his hand, and a glowing book drifted toward Faith. “Your father, Benjamin Nightshade, was a brilliant thief. He didn't invent the Master Key. He found a dormant seed of the First Wolf and turned it into a computer code.” Faith looked at the glowing book. Images began to flash before her eyes. She saw her father in a deep, icy cave. He was scraping a silver substance from an ancient altar. “He wanted to protect you,” the Librarian con

The City Arena was a circle of ancient stone and modern technology. Thousands of shifters sat in the stands, their voices creating a low hum that sounded like a swarm of bees. In the center of the arena, a raised platform of white marble waited. This was where the “Challenge of Worth” would take place. Faith walked into the arena with Killian by her side. Every step she took in her silver dress felt like she was walking toward a cliff. She could feel the eyes of the High Council on her. The five Alphas sat on high thrones overlooking the platform. They were old men and women with grey hair and eyes that looked like they had seen centuries of war. Across the platform stood Silas and Elena. Silas looked smug, his hands folded behind his back. Elena was watching Faith with a cold, sharp intensity. She was waiting for the moment Faith failed. “The Council is now in session,” the Lead Alpha, a woman named Hera, announced. Her voice boomed through the speakers. “Faith Nightshade, you sta

The balcony was silent, save for the distant sound of the city and the heavy rhythm of two hearts beating as one. Faith felt the cool night air on her skin, but her blood was boiling. The decision to complete the bond wasn't about politics or safety anymore. It was about belonging. For years, she had been a “Dud” without a pack, a girl without a home. Now, she was choosing her own destiny. Killian’s hands were large and warm against her waist. He looked at her with a hunger that was both terrifying and beautiful. “Once I mark you, Faith, your soul will be tethered to mine. You will feel my anger, my joy, and my pain. Are you ready for that weight?” “I’ve carried the weight of the whole world's secrets,” Faith whispered, reaching up to touch his face. “Your heart is the only thing I want to carry now.” Killian didn't hesitate any longer. He tilted her head to the side, exposing the soft curve of her neck. Faith closed her eyes, her breath hitching in her throat. She felt his sharp c

The graduation stage was a sprawling platform of white wood and red velvet, set up in the middle of the Academy’s central plaza. It was supposed to be a day of celebration, a moment where the elite shifters and the human students stood together to receive their honors. But for Faith, the air felt thick with a hidden electricity. She stood behind the curtain in her black graduation gown. Underneath the heavy fabric, she wasn't wearing a cocktail dress. She was wearing a flexible, silver-threaded combat suit designed by Leo. The Master Key was humming beneath her skin, more stable now that her bond with Killian was fully established. Through the bond, she could feel Killian. He was positioned on the roof of the library, his golden eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of Silas’s mercenaries or her aunt’s betrayal. “You look like you're ready to start a war, not accept a diploma,” Leo whispered, walking up behind her. He was checking his handheld scanner, his face tense. “In this worl