Alpha's mate is a male?!?-Chapter 153: It Kills!

Adele steps into the holding room, Richard close behind her.

The sterile white walls seem even colder under the fluorescent lights, the air thick with antiseptic and tension.

At the center of the room, slumped against a metal chair, is the intruder.

Marsel.

His hands are still bound behind him, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

The aftereffects of the taser linger.

His fingers twitch occasionally, his jaw clenched as though he’s fighting the weakness in his limbs.

It’s clear his body is powerful, built for endurance and strength, but even the strongest men have their limits.

The repeated voltage strikes had done their job. For now, he isn’t going anywhere.

Adele stops a few feet away, her arms crossed, eyes narrowing as she studies him.

There’s something about him. The firm set of his jaw, the way his gaze flickers between her and Richard- calculating, assessing.

He’s not afraid, despite his situation. That alone puts her on edge.

Richard steps forward, his voice calm but edged with suspicion. "Who are you?"

Marsel exhales slowly, tilting his head back as if gathering himself. He shifts against the restraints, testing them, but there’s no use. His muscles still won’t respond the way he needs them to.

Not yet.

"I could ask you the same thing," he says, his voice rough. "What the hell is this place?"

Adele’s lips curl into a humorless smile. "We’re the ones asking questions." She crouches to his level, her tone sharper now. "Who sent you? What are you doing here?"

"I wasn’t sent by anyone," Marsel replies, his voice steady despite his obvious disadvantage. "I don’t even know where here is."

Adele doesn’t hide her skepticism. "And yet, you show up outside a highly restricted facility in the middle of the night? With coordinates that lead to one of our sites?"

"I found the coordinates," Marsel counters. "That’s all. I was trying to figure out what they meant."

Richard watches him closely, his fingers tapping against his arm. "You expect us to believe that? That you just happened to stumble upon them?"

Marsel exhales sharply, frustrated. "I don’t expect you to believe anything. I’m telling you the truth."

Adele studies him for a long moment. His breathing is evening out now, the residual effects of the taser wearing off.

She can see the tension in his body, the way his muscles coil slightly under his shirt. He’s testing his strength again.

After a while of observing him, Richards pulling Adele aside. He leans slightly toward Adele. Almost in a whisper, he say, "He seems clueless, we shouldn’t create attention ourselves, if we keep behaving like we are really hiding something, then he will know that we’re really hiding something. Let’s let him go."

But ofcourse Marsel can hear them using his wolf’s heightened senses.

She glances at him, irritation flashing in her eyes. "Let him go?! Are you being serious right now?! What if he really knows something?!"

Richard shakes his head. "Come on, you are smarter than this! You would know if he knows something. I mean, look at him. He is clueless. Everyone knows this place a hospital so how the hell would he know anything?!"

Adele hates that she can’t immediately refute that. There’s something off about this.

"Well, pray hard that you are not wrong about this Richard, because if you are, I’ll not be counted in your mess!" She says, almost giving in.

Her fingers twitch at her sides. It’s too convenient. Too calculated.

"You know, the first mistake we made is confronting him like we are really hiding something!" Richard adds.

Adele clenches her teeth. Maybe Richard is right. Maybe Marsel is just another loose thread in something much bigger.

And then the doors burst open.

A nurse stumbles inside, panting, her face pale with panic.

"Mrs. Crawford!" Her voice is breathless, rushed. "Dr. Andrew and the others are gone and Blake has woken up, I don’t know what is happening to her, her eyes are glowing golden!"

Adele stiffens.

The room goes still.

Richard turns first, frowning. "What do you mean gone and Blake’s eyes glowing?"

"It looks like an escape because the window glasses are broken in Blake’s room." The nurse says, swallowing heard.

Adele feels something cold creep into her chest. No. No, that’s not possible.

Richard turns immediately rushing out towards Blake’s room.

Adele remains turning sharply to Marsel who is still lost in shock. _ Blake’s eyes are glowing, does that mean the pregnancy turned her into one of them?!

It’s shocking but it makes sense, since her blood mixed with the baby’s, it makes sense if that blood is running in her. Now there’s no way out of all that.

Adele’s voice jolts him, "Only that those three who brought Blake in weren’t really Andrew and his teammates, and You! You must have been with them!"

It makes sense. The odd behavior. The strange way they interacted with the staff. Adele had noticed it, but she hadn’t thought much of it- not until now.

Adele’s chest tightens, her pulse hammering against her ribs.

Her fingers twitch at her sides as she clenches her jaw. No. She won’t let this get out of control.

Her eyes snap back to Marsel, still restrained, still sitting there like he isn’t part of the chaos that’s unfolding.

That only makes her angrier.

Her frustration explodes as she strides toward him, snatching the taser from the guard’s belt in one swift motion.

"You were with them," she hisses, her grip tightening. "And you think you can just sit here and play dumb?"

Marsel barely has time to react before...

Crack!

The taser connects.

A violent jolt rips through his body. His back arches, his breath catches in his throat. The chair rattles beneath him as every muscle in his body spasms.

She doesn’t stop.

Another surge. And another.

Marsel’s body convulses before finally slumping forward, the last of his strength ripped away in an instant.

Only then does Adele step back, her chest heaving.

She turns sharply, her voice cutting through the room. "Bring the medicine that numbs, in the syringe! Now!"

The nurse stumbles in her haste, nodding frantically before rushing out.

Fear is evident on every guard in the room, but Adele doesn’t care.

The only thing she cares about right now is making sure this man stays down.

The nurse returns, holding a syringe filled with a clear, glistening liquid.

Adele takes it without hesitation. Her fingers shake slightly as she grips it tightly, but she forces herself to steady her hand.

The solution inside? Potent.

Designed for total paralysis. A fail-safe for when subjects became... too difficult.

It was supposed to immobilize them completely, dull every sensation, ensure they couldn’t so much as twitch.

It had been refined over years of research.

And at its core, buried within the formula?

A trace amount of silver.

Adele thinks that- that will only paralyze Marsel as it does to others, but that’s not the case.

Silver is poison to werewolves, it kills without a second chance.