Semua Bab Alpha Isaiah : Bab 1 - Bab 10

I stare at myself in the mirror, admiring my clothing. I'm in. I'm finally in. This moment has been meticulously planned out for over a year now. From the moment I conceptualised this, I would never have imagined I would actually be standing inside Alpha Isaiah's manor, the perfect place to slowly dismantle his reign without anyone determining it's me. Twisting my ankle around, I test my limp. Last night, it took a lot of gri

¬Avia I walk down the hallway toward the dining room, still trying to gather my bearings in this place. Through research with the rebellion, we attempted to map out as much of this estate from some personal accounts from ex staff members, but it wasn’t enough for me to feel comfortable walking around by myself. I woke this morning to a note on my side table, summoning to the dining room for breakfast with the Alpha. How it got in my room without me waking isn’t something I want to linger on for too long. Rubbing my eyes, I try not to think about how late I stayed up last night, talking to Malin and Kadrick, reluctant to co

¬Avia I barely have a chance to grab my morning coffee before Isaiah approaches me.  "Kenna, good morning," he says, smiling tightly at me. He can be so effortlessly polite, conditioned his whole life to assume the role of someone whose best asset is to hide their true intentions. "I wanted to introduce you to some people." I’m already aware of exactly who I’m expected to convene with, but I appear none-the-wiser anyway. "Who?"

~Avia I’ve decided not to stay long at the compound tonight, wanting to finally get a proper night's sleep instead of gallivanting all about the city the whole night long. My hands tightly grip the window sill to my room here in Isaiah’s estate, as I pull myself up. I’ve gotten quite good at coming in through this window, as leaving through my door has recently become too much of a risk. Mercifully, a trellis laced with climbing ivy aids me in my climb up to the second story, even if I can feel the soft bend in the thin wood as I make my way up. Wincing, I pull myself through the last part of the window, ducking my head be

~Avia I go where I know I can run into him naturally.I’m not sure how long I stand in the kitchen, sipping from a glass of water, waiting for Isaiah to emerge from his underground room. Malin is right, this mission needs to move forward, and quickly. The longer it takes for me to get information from Isaiah, the longer I have to be here, which means at any moment, someone could realise I’m not the real Kenna. Finally, I hear soft footsteps from the adjacent hallway, so I turn to the tap on and refill my glass. All my senses are alert as I anticipate Isaiah’s entry. Speaking to him like this, in the middle of the night where he