Alpha's mate is a male?!?-Chapter 154: Chaos!

Adele watches as Marsel’s body stills completely. His muscles, once tense with defiance, go slack. His chest barely rises. His breath slows. Too slow.

She frowns. The numbing agent is supposed to paralyze, but the way he is reacting, it doesn’t seem like the normal paralyzation.

She doesn’t dwell on that much.

"Take him to the lower levels," she orders briskly, masking the sudden unease curling in her stomach. "Make sure he’s restrained."

Two guards lift Marsel’s limp body and haul him away.

Adele exhales sharply. One problem down.

Now for the next.

She steps into the hallway, eyes scanning the frantic movement around her.

The hospital’s true purpose is at risk of being exposed. Someone, or something

, has been watching them, and she refuses to be caught off guard.

She raises her voice. "We need to clear anything that suggests we’re running experiments. This place needs to look like an ordinary hospital! Nothing more, nothing less."

Workers scramble.

Machines are wheeled away.

Charts disappear.

Cabinets full of vials and classified reports are emptied. Footsteps pound against the tiled floors as personnel rush to erase any trace of what truly happens here.

Suddenly a scream erupts from one room filling the whole building.

High-pitched. Unnatural. Bone-chilling.

It rips through the air like a razor, slicing straight into Adele’s spine.

A second later, there’s a deafening crash.

Glass shattering. Metal clattering to the ground.

Someone shouts. Another scream follows... this one more primal.

Something is happening in Blake’s room.

Adele’s stomach tightens.

She turns and runs.

By the time Adele reaches Blake’s room, a crowd has already formed. Doctors. Nurses. Guards. All frozen in place, staring in absolute terror.

Richard is near the front, one hand raised slightly as if it could shield him from whatever horror is unfolding before them.

Adele shoves past him. "What the hell is going..."

She stops.

Blake is on the floor, her body convulsing violently.

Her back arches at an unnatural angle. Her fingers curl into claws, nails digging into the floor hard enough to peel up the tile.

Her skin is slick with sweat, but it’s changing. Dark veins pulse beneath the surface, spreading like a disease. Her muscles twitch, stretch, expand.

A nurse gasps. "Oh my god..."

Blake lets out a choked, gurgling cry- half scream, half snarl.

Her jaw elongates.

Bone pushes through flesh with a sickening crack.

Her teeth sharpen, stretching into something predatory.

Her fingers split apart and reform. Nails darken, thickening into black claws.

Her spine snaps, bends, reshapes.

The sound is grotesque_ like wet branches breaking.

Blake’s body is no longer human.

Someone vomits in the corner.

Another takes a step back, then another

,until full panic breaks out. No one has the energy in their legs to carry them away.

"Get out!" A guard yells. "Get the hell out of here!"

People scramble, tripping over one another in their haste to run.

Adele doesn’t move. She can’t.

Her heart is hammering in her chest.

A guttural snarl rips from Blake’s throat as her jaw extends, teeth stretching into deadly fangs.

A sharp, keening cry escapes her, raw and animalistic, sending a shiver down the spines of everyone in the room.

Then... she moves.

The first doctor in her path barely has time to react before she lunges. Her claws sink deep into his stomach, slicing through flesh and muscle with sickening ease.

His eyes widen in horror, mouth opening to scream, but the sound barely makes it past his lips before she yanks her hand back, blood splattering across the floor.

He crumples instantly, his body twitching for only a few seconds before going still.

Chaos erupts.

Screams fill the space as people push and shove, desperate to get away.

"Stop! Oh God, what on earth is this?!" Richard’s voice is heard through the chaos, desperate.

Wrong move.

Blake’s golden eyes snap to him.

Her lips pull back, revealing fangs still wet with blood.

Richard realizes too late. Blake launches forward. He barely lifts his arms before she tackles him, pinning him to the ground.

"No!" Richard struggles. His hands push against her chest, trying to hold her back, but she is too strong.

Too fast.

Her claws tear into his shoulder, slicing clean through muscle and bone.

Richard’s body jerks once, twice, then stills.

Adele screams, her mind is a complete mess now and she can’t think, but the moment she realizes Blake looking at her, she runs, really first.

A nurse stumbles back, knocking over a tray of surgical tools, the metallic clang drowned out by the sheer terror gripping the room.

Someone trips, landing hard on the floor, scrambling on all fours to crawl away before being yanked to their feet by another frantic worker.

A security guard, his hands shaking, fumbles with his gun, trying to raise it. Blake turns sharply, her golden gaze locking onto him, pupils dilated and wild. The moment he lifts the weapon, she moves.

She’s on him in a second, too fast to react. Her claws slice through his throat in one clean motion, a wet, gurgling sound escaping him as he staggers back.

Blood gushes down his uniform as he collapses, the gun slipping from his lifeless fingers and clattering uselessly to the floor.

Another worker bolts toward the exit, feet barely touching the ground as he sprints for his life. Blake’s ears flick at the movement. Instinct kicks in.

She gives chase.

The man barely makes it two steps into the hallway before she slams into him from behind.

His body crashes against the cold tiles with a sickening thud. He gasps, trying to push himself up, but Blake’s claws press against his back, pinning him in place.

"P-please," he chokes out, voice trembling.

She doesn’t hesitate.

Her jaws part, and she bites down.

More screams echo through the hallways.

People slam into doors, into walls, tripping over one another in their desperation to escape.

Some make it into the corridors, their breath ragged, eyes wide with terror. Others collapse, frozen in fear, unable to move as they watch the nightmare unfold before them.

A second guard, more experienced than the first, steadies his hands enough to take a shot. The gun fires, the sharp crack ringing through the chaos. The bullet whizzes past Blake, missing its mark.

She doesn’t give him another chance.

Then, suddenly, Blake stops.

Her head lifts slightly, ears twitching.

A distant howl cuts through the night.

For the first time since the transformation began, something flickers in her golden eyes, recognition, hesitation, something instinctual pulling her attention elsewhere.

Without warning, she turns.

She sprints toward the nearest window, her movements sleek, effortless, entirely unnatural.

With one powerful leap, she crashes through the glass. Shards explode outward, reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights as they scatter in every direction.

Adele rushes to the broken frame, gripping the edge as she watches Blake disappear into the darkness beyond.

Gone.

The chaos she leaves behind is suffocating.

The sound of panicked breathing, of muffled sobs, of people trying to process the carnage around them, fills the space.

Some are too stunned to move. Others are barely holding themselves together, their hands slick with sweat and shaking uncontrollably.

Others lifeless including Richard.