Alpha's mate is a male?!?-Chapter 151: Save yourselves!

Hold yourself together. Be bold.

Kieran repeats the mantra in his head, keeping his posture straight as he steps forward.

The sterile scent of the facility clings to the air, cold and artificial, making the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

Adele’s sharp gaze pierces through him, her arms crossed, an edge of impatience tightening her posture.

She’s waiting for him to speak, to explain the delay, and Kieran knows that if he says too much... if his words don’t match the mannerisms of the doctor he’s impersonating... she will notice.

And if she realizes he’s not Andrew, everything will fall apart.

He forces his expression into one of mild exhaustion, as if dealing with an unruly patient has drained him. His voice is calm, neutral.

"She woke up on the way," he says, adjusting Blake’s weight in his arms. "It was terrible. We had to find ways to help her calm the pain."

Adele’s expression tightens. "Then you should already be doing what you’re supposed to! Are you waiting still waiting for a bell?" she snaps.

Kieran doesn’t flinch, but inside, his pulse jumps.

She’s agitated. He needs to move carefully.

Glancing around, he takes in the identical white-walled corridors, each hallway stretching into the next with no immediate signs indicating where he should go.

His stomach twists.

He doesn’t know which room to enter.

"Where to?!" Adele demands, her eyes narrowing. When Kieran takes a wrong direction.

"Shit!" Max mutters under his breath.

Kieran hesitates a second too long.

"How the fuck are we going to know which room exactly," Rika mutters under her breath, barely audible.

They don’t have time to think.

Kieran pushes forward, choosing a room at random.

His fingers tighten around the handle, and as he swings the door open, the air inside shifts- colder, heavier.

Luckily, he’s not stopped this time, he sighs with relief.

A fully equipped surgical suite greets them, sterile and gleaming under bright overhead lights.

Stainless steel trays hold sharp, gleaming instruments, some still streaked with faint traces of red.

A large operating table sits in the center, its leather straps hanging loosely from the sides.

The air carries a faint but unmistakable scent, disinfectant barely masking something more organic, more metallic.

But it’s not just the surgical setup that makes Kieran’s stomach turn.

Against the far wall, half-hidden behind a glass divider, several figures are restrained. Some are conscious, their hollow eyes flickering toward the sudden intrusion.

Others lay limp, their bodies covered in wires and monitors, a network of tubes feeding into their veins. The sight makes Kieran’s blood run cold.

They’re experimenting on people. What for?!

The realization slams into him like a punch to the gut.

The scent of antiseptic barely masks the underlying stench of fear. He can almost feel the weight of the countless procedures that have taken place here- procedures that no one was ever meant to speak of.

Adele steps in behind him, her presence breaking his momentary trance. She barely spares a glance at the restrained subjects. To her, they might as well be furniture.

"Lay her down," she orders, motioning toward the operating table.

Rika and Max hesitate but obey, carefully placing Blake onto the cold surface.

She doesn’t stir, her skin pale against the harsh white lighting. The fake belly remains intact, though Kieran doubts it will fool Adele for long.

Rika grips the edge of the table, her knuckles white. "What now?" she asks, her voice tight, barely above a whisper.

Before Kieran can respond, Adele is already moving.

She strides toward the side of the room, pulling on gloves, her movements quick and precise. "I want you to operate her the way we concluded," she says, not even looking at Kieran. Then, pausing, she turns and fixes him with a glare. "Do I have to remind you? You seem completely off tonight."

Kieran doesn’t breathe.

Before he can formulate an answer, the door bursts open.

Mr. Crawford storms inside, his face a mask of barely controlled panic.

"Andrew," he says, voice sharp. "Did you come with someone in your car?"

The world stops.

Kieran’s breath catches in his throat.

Marsel.

His mind races for an answer.

He could say it’s a relative- anything to deflect suspicion. But before he can speak, Adele stiffens. Her head snaps toward Crawford, her entire posture shifting.

"Someone?" she echoes, her voice dangerously low. "Didn’t I say no one! Absolutely no one should tell anyone about this place?!"

A tense silence stretches between them, then...

"Its impossible that you carried someone here. You know the rules, no one comes to this place unless..." Her eyes widen slightly, and then her expression darkens. "The person must have sneaked in!"

Her sharp, furious words barely settle in the air before she’s already moving.

She storms past them, pushing out of the room with a speed that makes Kieran’s stomach drop.

Through the small earpiece tucked into his ear, a voice crackles through.

Marsel.

His voice is low, controlled but harsh. "Leave whenever you get the slightest chance. I’ll handle myself. Go back. I’ll follow."

Kieran’s heart pounds.

No.

But he doesn’t have time to argue.

He turns, his voice clipped, urgent. "Come on, we’re leaving!"

Rika spins toward him, panic flashing in her eyes. "What about Marsel?"

"We’ll come for him," Kieran says, grabbing her wrist. "For now, we have to leave."

Without hesitation, he lunges toward the window.

The glass shatters on impact as he throws himself through, the shards catching the light like falling stars before vanishing into the darkness outside.

Max and Rika follow immediately, landing with practiced ease.

The moment their feet hit the ground, Kieran doesn’t stop.

They run.

The cold night air bites at their skin, the sound of alarms ringing out behind them as the facility erupts into chaos.

But Kieran doesn’t have peace even as he moves, he just needs to hinder being known who they really are, or show their faces.

He knows he won’t be going too far, he knows this is out of hand, and he will not go back to the pack house_ not when he has left someone behind, and not when that person is Marsel! Not when that someone is Ace’s father!

Not when he promised Ace that he will protect them.