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I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

107 챕터

Ninety One

AUTHOR'S POVThe metallic stench of bleach could not completely mask the smell of dried blood staining the Packhouse courtyard.Pacing furiously behind his temporary folding table, Alpha Magnus glared at the digital map illuminating the dark War Room. Red grids marked the sectors Beta Ronan’s men had already swept. Every single grid came up completely empty."They cannot just disappear!" Magnus roared, sweeping a stack of printed reports off the table. The papers fluttered uselessly to the floor. "He is carrying a silver bullet in his ribs! The girl is bleeding! They have no pack support!"Standing near the reinforced glass windows, Beta Ronan watched the Alpha’s meltdown with cold, pragmatic detachment."They have cash, Alpha," Ronan corrected quietly. "And Jordan knows our patrol routes better than half the enforcers on my payroll. He is avoiding the choke points.""Then we create a new choke point." Stopping his furious pacing, Magnus slammed both hands down onto the metal table. H

Ninety Two

AUTHOR'S POVMud sucked at the heavy leather boots, threatening to swallow Silas whole with every grueling step up the ridge.Securing the bounty for the Ashford girl remained the only objective keeping the rogue tracker moving through the freezing, miserable mist. Grey morning light struggled to pierce the dense canopy of the mountain pines, casting long, skeletal shadows across the damp earth. The storm had broken hours ago, leaving the woods smelling aggressively of crushed wet needles and rotting wood."Door's busted." The lead hunter spat a stream of dark brown tobacco juice against a rotting pine stump.Silas paused. Resting his hand on the cold steel grip of the heavy revolver strapped to his thigh, he studied the dilapidated hunting cabin sitting in the small clearing ahead. The wooden frame sagged horribly, looking grey like the skin of a three-day corpse. The front door hung completely off its rusted hinges, violently splintered down the center."Spread out," Silas commanded

Ninety Three

AUTHOR'S POVServers hummed with a high-pitched, abrasive whine, vibrating directly through the metal grated floor of the Packhouse sublevel.The neon blue indicator lights blinked rapidly in the freezing, hyper-cooled air of the server room. The large underground chamber smelled of hot copper wire and sterile plastic. Alpha Magnus hated this room. It lacked the visceral, bloody reality of a physical fight, but he understood the devastating power of the digital grid.His goal was absolute isolation. He needed to cut the financial strings keeping the puppet moving.Standing behind a curved, ergonomic desk, Magnus crossed his massive arms. He loomed over the hunched, trembling figure of Aris, the pack’s head cyber-security technician."You are moving too slowly," Magnus growled, his deep voice easily overpowering the hum of the servers.Aris flinched, his fingers freezing over the glowing mechanical keyboard. Sweat beaded heavily on his pale forehead, slicking his thin blonde hair. He p

Ninety Four

JORDANFreezing drafts leaked through the cracked windowpane, biting at my bare shoulders.Tangled in the scratchy, faded motel sheets, Amberly’s soft breathing brushed rhythmically against my collarbone. The digital clock on the battered nightstand flashed a glaring, neon 5:00 AM. Outside, the mountain wind howled, rattling the flimsy door in its frame. Keeping the nightmare of the execution squad entirely out of this room remained my only objective. I needed her to feel safe, even if it was just an illusion built on stolen hours.Shifting my weight slightly, the cheap mattress springs groaned.Amberly stirred. Her cold toes dragged against my calf."You're awake," she whispered, her voice thick and raspy with sleep."Go back to sleep," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her messy hair. "We have a few more hours before we need to move."Lifting her head from my chest, she propped her chin on my sternum. In the dim, ambient light bleeding through the plastic blinds, her dark ey

Ninety Five

JORDAN Frost crunched violently beneath the thick rubber soles of my boots.Stepping out of the motel room two hours later, the freezing morning air slapped my face. The sky was a pale, bruised purple. Finding hot coffee and enough food to get us across the border remained the primary goal.Pulling the heavy black hood over my head, I kept my face angled toward the concrete.The town of Pine Ridge was barely a blip on the map. A rusted gas station and a small convenience store sat at the edge of the lonely highway, completely surrounded by towering pines.A bell jingled sharply as I pushed the glass door open.The store smelled like burnt coffee, stale donuts, and cheap floor wax. Fluorescent lights buzzed aggressively overhead. A bored, acne-scarred teenager stood behind the register, staring blankly at a small television mounted in the corner.Walking down the narrow aisles, I grabbed three large bottles of water, a bag of stale bagels, and two massive cups of black coffee.Steppin

Ninety Six

AUTHOR'S POVCigarette smoke filled the cramped cabin of the rusted sedan.Brenda aggressively mashed the buttons on her cheap cell phone. Sitting in the parking lot of the Pine Ridge convenience store, she kept her eyes glued to the dark highway. The heater blasted dry, stale air against her pink tracksuit. Greed churned hotly in her stomach. Ten thousand dollars in cash. That scarred man had a bounty on his head, and she was not going to let some out-of-town tracker keep all the money.Holding the phone to her ear, it rang three times."What do you want, Brenda?" Earl grunted. The background noise on his end sounded like a busy garage. "I'm working.""Shut up and listen to me, Earl," Brenda snapped, flicking her cigarette ash out the cracked window. "You still running with that tracker crew? The guys with the big trucks and the rifles?""Silas? Yeah. Why?""Because your boss just left this gas station looking for a guy," Brenda leaned forward, gripping the steering wheel. "Big dude.

Ninety Seven

AUTHOR'S POVSilas pushed through the thorny brush, his leather duster snagging on branches.Shining his heavy-duty flashlight onto the trunk of a massive pine tree, the beam illuminated a dark, wet smear. He stepped closer, reaching out to touch the sticky substance. He brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply."Blood," Silas confirmed, his milky eye gleaming. "Fresh."Earl jogged up beside him, panting heavily. "You think it's him?""It's him," Silas growled, wiping the blood on his coat. "The scent is heavy. Cedar and rain. He's bleeding, and he's moving clumsy. Look at these broken branches."Silas pointed his light at a completely shattered bush. The tracks in the mud were deep, heading straight up the steep mountain incline."Why would he go up the mountain?" Earl asked, shivering in the cold wind. "There's nothing up there but dead ends and rock slides. If he wanted to run, he should have stayed near the road.""Because he's an animal, Earl," Silas sneered, pulling hi

Ninety Eight

JORDANSlamming the hood of the stolen SUV down, the rust flaked off the metal against my cold palms. Getting this overheating piece of junk across the state line remained my only objective. The engine block ticked loudly, completely starved of coolant. We wouldn't make it five miles up the steep mountain pass without blowing the radiator to pieces."Is it ready?" Amberly whispered, stepping out of the motel room.She wore the oversized red flannel, her arms wrapped tightly around her ribs. Pale breath plumed from her lips in the freezing dawn air."Radiator is bone dry." Wiping motor oil on my dark jeans, I pulled the black hoodie low over my forehead. "I need to grab a jug of coolant from the station next door. Get in the passenger seat and lock the doors."She nodded, hurrying toward the car.Turning my back on the motel, I jogged across the narrow strip of wet grass separating the lot from the local convenience store. The bright neon lights of the storefront burned a harsh, yello

Ninety Nine

AMBERLY"Here you go."The heavy plastic jug hit the concrete near my boots with a dull thud.Looking up, Tyler handed me a flirtatious grin. "Coolant. Just like you asked. You sure you don't need help pouring it in? We know our way around cars.""I can handle it." Grabbing the plastic handle, I lifted the heavy jug. "Thanks for the help."Turning away from them, I started walking quickly back toward the dark, foggy strip of grass separating the station from the motel. My heart rate finally started to settle. We had the piece. We just had to pour it in, start the engine, and disappear."Hey, where you going in such a hurry?"A rough, slurred voice cut through the fog.Two men stepped out from behind a rusted ice machine. They weren't the teenage skaters. They were older, wearing filthy, grease-stained jackets. Their faces were gaunt, their eyes manic and glassy. Tweakers."Excuse me," I muttered, stepping to the right to bypass them.The taller man shifted, blocking my path entirely.

Hundred

AUTHOR'S POVPacing the length of her opulent bedroom, she dug her manicured nails into her palms. The sheer arrogance of hiring a rogue tracker had completely evaporated, leaving behind a suffocating, icy panic. Silas was a butcher. He didn't care about politics or wedding treaties. If Jordan put up a fight…and he absolutely would…Silas would put a bullet through his skull and drag his corpse back for the bounty.Grabbing the burner phone from her vanity mirror, her hands shook uncontrollably."What have I done?" she whispered, staring at her pale reflection in the glass.She didn't want him dead. The obsession ran too deep. Punching the encrypted number into the keypad, she pressed the plastic hard against her ear. The line rang, echoing endlessly in the quiet, lavish room.***Metal shrieked violently against asphalt.Thick, white steam exploded from the hood of the stolen SUV. The overworked engine finally seized with a catastrophic, grinding crunch. The steering wheel locked rigi

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