Nathan’s POV
My body remained still, breath shallow, limbs slack. I felt the damp stone beneath me, the suffocating weight of the room pressing in, but I didn’t move.
Lucas thought I was gone—unaware, helpless.
That was exactly what I wanted.
The small device embedded beneath my skin pulsed lightly against my ribs, picking up every word spoken. Proof. Evidence of his twisted plan, a record of his deception.
Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate.
A mocking chuckle echoed in the silence. "This is what the mighty Alphas have been reduced to?" Lucas scoffed. "Beaten, caged, and now one of them is already out of the game? Pathetic."
I forced my muscles to remain loose, my pulse controlled.
"He’s still breathing," Rolex muttered, voice tight with tension. "We need to wake him up."
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