LOGINThe legendary stories of Alyssa and Jasper had spread far and wide. Of course, Finnegan had heard of them. Now that he was finally about to meet them in person, he couldn't stop his heart from racing. "Finnegan, if I survive tonight, I hope we can stand side-by-side in court in the days to come. Let's testify against Justin and Sheryl and expose their horrendous crimes," Remy said. He smiled again, even wider than before. He had never smiled at the base. Only now did Finnegan realize how genuine and bright Remy looked when he did.He continued, "If I don't make it out of here tonight, please seek retribution against them on my behalf. Can you do that?" Holding back his tears, Finnegan replied, "Remy, if you want my word… then you have to make sure you get out of here alive." A shrill, bone-chilling whistle tore through the air, hurtling toward them. "Be careful!" Thanks to his quick reflexes, Remy shoved Finnegan aside. "They're here for us. Go, quickly! Otherwise, we are
In the dimly lit corridor, Remy and Finnegan came face-to-face with a man in a white protective suit just a few feet away. That man was Number 64. He usually followed Sheryl around and was considered one of her trusted aides. At that moment, Remy lowered his gaze slightly, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes. With his back turned to the man, he quietly slipped his right hand into his inner pocket and wrapped his fingers around the cold grip of his gun. "Is something wrong, Number 64?" Finnegan asked, feigning indifference. Number 64 scrutinized the two of them before asking, "Who's on the bed?""A failed test subject," Finnegan replied evenly. "We're disposing of the body.""This direction leads to the base's secret passage—used for emergencies and escape. The incinerator isn't this way."Sensing something off, Number 64's tone turned cold and sharp. "Who exactly is on that bed? Who are you taking out of here? If you refuse to answer, I'll report this to Ms. Gillis and have
"What? Jasper, Cyrus, and Axel… Why didn't you wake me up and tell me about this earlier?" Alyssa demanded, both shocked and furious. She was so agitated that sweat drenched her face. She tried to get out of bed, but Jonah pressed her back down with a firm grip. "Don't be rash, Lyse! You're too weak right now. You can barely stand without losing your balance. What exactly do you think you can contribute if you go? Do you want Jasper distracted because of you? Do you want him worrying about you instead of saving Amber?""Am I… Am I nothing but a burden to him now? Is that all I am?" Her voice trembled violently. "We're one. I have to go and help him. What am I supposed to do if something happens to him?"Alyssa broke down completely, tears streaming without end. Her voice hitched between sobs. "Dad can't even remember me anymore. I can't… I can't lose Jasper too… Even if we can't go back to the way things were, even if he doesn't love me anymore, I still want to stay by his side…
Cyrus scoffed. "That piece of shit who approached you is a coward. Quite the opportunist too—choosing the exact moment my family is in chaos to take a cheap shot at us!"Hatred burned in his eyes. He wished he could tear the mastermind limb from limb. Unfortunately, he was a law enforcement officer. All he could do was grit his teeth and restrain himself."As an officer, you're familiar with the law, aren't you? "Even if you were hired to carry out the hit, it doesn't change the fact that it was attempted murder. Enjoy rotting in prison for the rest of your life." It was painfully obvious who had bribed the man. If it wasn't Justin, then it had to be his right-hand woman, Sheryl. Nevertheless, Cyrus had no concrete evidence. The station captain would never authorize an overt investigation into Beckett Group without proof. And as a lone officer, he was in no position to go head-to-head with Justin. Hatred boiled in his veins. Even so, he had not lost his sanity—not yet. He had
Jasper noticed the subtle physical changes within himself. Nevertheless, this was not the time to dwell on them. A calm, restrained expression returned to his face."It's time to put Beckett Group's newly developed drone to use. "Send someone to operate it, activate the signal jammers, and head to Domere Mountain immediately. I want a preliminary scout of the area to get a general idea of where that secret base is located."The new drone is not only compact, but it also runs on the most recently developed top-tier chips, giving it the best search capabilities currently available on the market. If we can pinpoint the base's exact location, it will make things much easier when we assist Remy in rescuing Amber the day after tomorrow." "Got it, Mr. Beckett. I'll make the arrangements shortly."Xavier glanced toward the hospital ward, concern filling his eyes. "How is Ms. Alyssa doing, Mr. Beckett?" "She's… fine," Jasper replied, briefly pressing his slightly swollen lips together.
Jasper wanted to pull away, but he was too late. Alyssa clung to him with desperate strength, leaving him no chance to escape. He didn't even have time to catch his breath. Soft, broken moans slipped from the back of her throat, fragile as the cries of a helpless kitten. Shakily, she lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist, as though only by anchoring herself to him could she feel secure—perhaps terrified that the man before her would vanish the moment she loosened her hold. Their kiss deepened, fierce and unrestrained. The quiet ward filled with nothing but the slick sound of lips meeting and uneven rhythm of their breathing—intimate, breathless sounds that could set hearts racing and cheeks aflame. Jasper's hand, braced against the pillow, tightened into a fist. Veins stood out sharply across the back of his hand before his fingers slowly unfurled. In the end, he surrendered. His hand slid to the back of her neck, as he claimed her sweetness and lost himself to it.







