The moment the heavy lock of the True Alpha’s suite engaged with a solid, metallic click, the clinical masks they had worn in the compound corridors shattered into absolute dust.
Avery didn't just step into the room; she practically spun around, her back hitting the dark wood of the door as a breathless, wild laugh tore from her throat. The sheer, intoxicating rush of what they had just pulled off—knowing that outside these walls, Magnus was losing his mind in front of his elite units, while completely hiding the disaster from them to save face—was vibrating through every single nerve ending in her body. The tyrant was completely blind. He was covering up the escape, desperately trying to figure out how his perfect trap had failed, never suspecting that the ghosts who freed Leo were stand
