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CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE HUNTED BLOODLINE
They moved before sunrise... Grayson led the group through the twisting backroads of the Santa Sierra highlands, his mother cloaked in a hooded shawl, Emmett covering the rear, every step echoing with urgency. The chapel was gone, their sanctuary reduced to ash and silence.Grayson didn’t speak, His mind was running cold and fast, tracking wind shifts, footfalls, even the unnatural stillness of the trees. Something hunted them, Not soldiers, Not drones, Something worse.They reached an abandoned mining tunnel by mid-morning. It stretched for miles beneath the mountain, carved during a war generations ago. Grayson lit the lantern. “We rest here,” he said.His mother sat slowly, clutching her rosary. “They won’t stop, will they?”Grayson crouched beside her. “Not until I end this.”Emmett passed him a flask. “So how do you plan to do that? You’re good, but Clive has a private army, half the global media, and a genetically enhanced killer you couldn’t even stop with a blade to the ribs.”
CHAPTER TEN: THE MOTHER MAP
The photo lay on the desk between them, A grainy image of a woman with sad eyes and windblown hair, standing in front of what looked like a remote chapel, stone walls, no signage, surrounded by pine trees.Grayson stared at it for a long time, barely breathing. “This isn’t possible,” he muttered. “She died.”Emmett leaned in, frowning. “That’s what you were told. And that’s exactly what Clive wanted you to believe.”“But this… this can’t be recent.” Grayson turned the photo over. A handwritten date scrawled on the back: "August 3rd. Santa Sierra."“That’s yesterday,” Emmett said.Grayson stood so fast his chair tipped over. “We’re leaving.”Six hours later, they were on a Wynthorpe-owned private jet soaring across the Atlantic. Destination: Santa Sierra, a remote village nestled in the Andean mountains, forgotten by time and government.Grayson sat still, back straight, the photo in his hands like a sacred object, Emmett watched him from across the cabin. “You believe it’s her,” he sa
CHAPTER NINE: THE ONE WHO NEVER SLEEPS
The plane ride back to Graybridge was quiet. Too quiet, Grayson sat alone in the rear of the jet, staring at the deep cut across his shoulder, stitched up and wrapped, but still burning. Not from pain… from memory.Wren Dax, Silent, Precise, Focused, She could have killed him. She didn’t, She was testing him. But why?Across from him, Emmett finally broke the silence. “You haven’t said a word since takeoff.”Grayson didn’t look away from the window. “There’s another one like me out there.”“Alpha-One.”Grayson’s jaw tightened. “Stronger. Smarter. Unstable.”“And Clive’s next weapon,” Emmett added grimly. “He’s going to unleash him.”Grayson nodded. “And when he does, I need to be ready.”Back in Graybridge, Clive Everhart moved through his underground vault, a compound buried deep beneath the city, untouched by law or loyalty, Steel doors opened to a dark chamber.Behind triple-reinforced glass, Alpha-One stood, shirtless, hooked to IV drips and sensors. His body was covered in scars.
CHAPTER EIGHT: TARGET IN TRANSIT
The private jet roared through the clouds, slicing a path from Graybridge to Singapore under the cloak of darkness. Onboard, Grayson sat in the leather seat, eyes locked on a screen displaying dossier images of Margot Vale, the woman who had helped alter his life before he could speak his first word.“Former Ravel Corporation bioengineer,” Emmett read aloud. “Disappeared two years after the project ended. Last public appearance was a biotech conference in Geneva. Since then? Ghost.”Grayson leaned forward. “She has answers. Maybe the only person alive who knows what they did to me—what else they left inside me.”“Assuming she’s still alive,” Emmett added.“Then we’ll dig her up.”Unknown to them, Protocol Umbra had already activated, Back in Graybridge, Clive Everhart stood in his private war room, watching a digital map highlight the jet’s trajectory. “Phase One in motion,” his aide said. “The moment they touch down, she’ll be waiting.”“She?” Lucien asked, stepping into the room.Cl
CHAPTER SEVEN: SHADOWS OF THE PAST
Grayson Wynthorpe sat alone in his father’s old office, bathed in the dim light of a desk lamp. The echoes of the boardroom still rang in his ears, the shocked faces, the murmurs, the vote. Eight to three.He had won, But the victory tasted like iron. On the desk before him lay a thin, unmarked manila folder. Alaric had left it for him with a single instruction: “When the crown is yours, open it. You’ll understand why they tried to keep you hidden.”His fingers hovered over the tab, He hesitated, Then he opened it, Inside were surveillance photos, grainy black-and-white stills from thirty years ago. One showed a woman, his mother, no doubt, sneaking out the back of a building with a baby in her arms.Another showed a van, its license plate scratched out, parked outside an orphanage. The next image struck like a blade: a photo of Clive Everhart, standing beside a much younger version of Alaric, shaking hands.A scribbled note under the photo: “The contract was signed. The child was gon
CHAPTER SIX: BOARDROOM BLOOD
The storm came on the morning of the vote, Not just the one in the sky, but the kind that brews behind closed doors, between fortunes and fangs.Inside the towering glass walls of Wynthorpe International HQ, the top floor had been transformed into a fortress. Security swarmed every hallway. Snipers watched from rooftops. The entire city buzzed, knowing today wasn’t just business. It was war.The board of directors, eleven men and women, each worth more than small nations, were gathering for the Legacy Succession Vote, the meeting that would determine who inherited the empire upon Alaric’s death.And Grayson Wynthorpe was walking into it scarred, wounded, but no longer hiding, Downstairs, Grayson adjusted his cufflinks with shaking fingers. He wore a charcoal suit, freshly tailored, every inch of him polished for war.But beneath it all, his ribs still ached from the taser hits, and his lip carried a fresh cut from the warehouse escape. “Still time to back out,” Emmett said beside him.
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