Alpha's mate is a male? Chapter 150: Caught offguard!

The drive is silent, tension thick in the air as Kieran speeds toward the location Jack just provided.

The real doctors had been held just long enough for Jack and the alphas to extract what little information they could.

Now, they had a place... a real address, coordinates that led them straight to the lab.

Rika sits in the backseat, her fingers gripping the edge of her cloak.

Blake lies beside her, unconscious, her body carefully arranged to keep up the illusion. The fake pregnancy belly is secured tightly around her, a last-minute deception that Rika insisted on.

"As I told you, incase of anything... You know, like when soone is there who might notice that Blake is not pregnant anymore... this will save us. They’ll think it’s the real pregnancy on her." Rika mutters, as if reading Kieran’s thoughts.

Kieran doesn’t respond. His focus is entirely on the road ahead, on what needs to be done. But he knows Rika made a clever idea there.

Marsel, seated beside him, finally breaks the silence. "Yes, actually, that’s clever."

Kieran exhales sharply through his nose. "Well, let’s just hope this will end today, because the last thing I want is a conflict with humans. They will be making everything a big deal even if we don’t have a problem with them. Every and each wolf has been observing the boundaries and even during out full moons when we have primal thirst- we never attacked them. But now when they find out we exist, they’ll make it seem like we are monsters." Kieran says.

....Rembering his conversation with Ace earlier, he promised him that he won’t let that conflict arise, and now he just hopes that he keeps his promise to him.

"So just In case it happens after all, we will have to do sothing to survive. Yes we’ve had the worst fights and conflicts. But this are human beings, we can’t just kill them to survive like we are used to do. And besides, the more we will kill, the more enemies." Marsel adds.

Max sighs heavily, "I don’t know... maybe the only option we have is be careful enough not to allow the conflict arise."

No one says anything, considering each and every word. Agreeing silently.

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By the ti they reach the location, a cold, sterile-looking facility tucked away beyond a deserted stretch of road, Kieran slows the car to a stop, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

From the outside, the building looks unremarkable, its structure plain and industrial, as if deliberately designed to blend in.

A tall wire fence encloses the periter, stretching high with tightly coiled barbed wire running along the top.

There are no signs, no markings to indicate what this place is.

To the average passerby, it could be anything, a storage facility, an abandoned warehouse.

But the sharp scent of disinfectant, mixed with sothing tallic, lingers in the air even from outside.

No security guards are visible, but Kieran knows better than to assu the place is unguarded. The absence of people doesn’t an they aren’t being watched.

Inside the car, Marsel shifts slightly in his seat, his gaze fixed on the building. His presence remains steady, unreadable.

Marsel is ready to detect any kind of danger so that he signals them first or act to prevent them from being caught. "Be careful, once you get her inside, don’t waste even a minute, co out, am assuming that ceremony of thiers is about to end." He instructs.

Kieran responds by nodding before he push the door open, stepping out into the cold night air.

Rika and Max move with him, opening the backseat door and carefully lifting Blake’s unmoving body between them.

She’s frighteningly still, her face pale even under the dim glow of the facility’s outdoor lights.

The fake belly remains securely in place beneath the blanket draped over her form, but Rika adjusts it slightly, making sure nothing looks out of place.

"She’s burning up," Rika murmurs, barely audible.

Kieran glances at Blake’s face. Sweat clings to her skin, her breathing shallow.

He doesn’t acknowledge Rika’s concern, but he quickens his pace toward the entrance. They need to get inside before anything else goes wrong.

As they approach the gate, Kieran pulls out a small electronic device... one Jack provided after extracting information from the real doctors.

He presses it against the scanner near the lock. A soft beep follows, then a chanical click as the gate unlatches.

They slip inside.

The pathway leading to the main entrance is eerily quiet, the only sounds coming from the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet.

The facility looms ahead, its glass doors revealing the stark white-lit lobby inside. The walls are pristine, almost unnaturally clean. No signs of wear, no indication that anything out of the ordinary happens here.

It’s the kind of place built to erase evidence, not leave it behind.

Kieran expects silence.

Instead, the mont they push through the doors, they are t with an unexpected presence.

Adele.

She seems to be waiting, impatiently, angrily.

She stands just beyond an open door, arms crossed over her chest, her sharp eyes locking onto them the second they step inside.

So very few people in dical coats are around.

Kieran imdiately halts, his entire body going rigid.

Rika and Max tense beside him, their grips on Blake tightening instinctively. They hadn’t expected Adele to be here, not at this mont.

And she isn’t alone.

Beside her, her husband stands, tall and severe, his expression unreadable but his gaze sharp.

Few staff mbers linger behind them, their presence making the space feel smaller, more suffocating.

The air shifts, thickening with unspoken tension.

For a mont, silence stretches between them.

Then...

"Andrew! If you knew you would be unable to handle the task then you should have talked! Do I look like soone who can be patient, especially if it’s waiting so useless people who can’t handle their jobs as instructed?! Where have you been?! They said you left the hours ago! And you even have nerves to put of your phones at a mont like this!" Adele snaps, her voice cutting through the quiet like a knife.