All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S REJECTED TWINS: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

AUTHOR’S POVMrs. Williams lay on her bed, clutching a photo of George to her chest. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. She had not seen him for two days, ever since he left the packhouse. The police had found his car in a river, but there was no sign of him or his beta. She feared the worst, but she also hoped for a miracle.A knock on the door startled her. She ignored it, hoping whoever it was would go away. She did not want to see anyone, especially not her husband. He had been distant and cold ever since the news broke.The door opened, and the sounds of footsteps filled her ears. She groaned inwardly, wishing he would leave her alone. She did not look at him as he sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She felt his breath on her ear as he whispered, "I told you not to cry; for how long will you keep crying over him, as if he is a baby? Have you forgotten who he is? He is a strong Alpha male, he is not dead. I'm sure of it.”

AUTHOR’S POVAlicia stared at the food on her plate with disgust and anger. She had no appetite for the bland and watery porridge that was served to the prisoners every day. She felt nauseous just looking at it.She grabbed her spoon and shoved it into the porridge, making a loud clanging noise. She rolled her eyes and sighed, hoping someone would notice her plight. She didn't have to wait long.A security guard, who was patrolling the cafeteria, noticed and walked over to her. He was a tall and round man with a smooth head and a damaged face. He wore a black uniform and a badge that said. “Warden.”"Hey, princess. What's your problem?" He barked at her.Alicia looked up at him with a frown. She hated him and all the other guards, who treated her like dirt. She hated this place and everyone in it. She opened her mouth and spat out the words. "My problem is this shit you call food. I can't eat it. It makes me sick."The guard snorted. "You can't eat it? Too bad. You have no choice, pri

AUTHOR’S POV George was in his section, teaching a group of eager kids how to fight karate. He wore a black karate shorts and a white belt, and he moved with grace and agility. He kicked the air, twisted his hand, and made noises like a ninja. The kids, who were about five to six years old, followed his every move, trying to imitate him. "Good, good. Now remember, karate is not just about strength, it's also about balance and focus," he said, as he demonstrated a stance. He spread his legs, bent his knees, and raised his arms. He looked at the kids and saw that they were paying attention. A proud smile blossomed on his lips. He had been teaching them for a month, and he had seen them improve a lot. They were not only learning karate but also discipline, confidence, and respect. He felt like he was making a difference in their lives, and that made him happy. He was about to show them another move when a loud thud came from behind him. He turned around and saw that one of the kids had

AUTHOR’S POV Matteo’s eyes flickered to the note that Asher had flung to him with a subtle flick of his finger. He slid it under his book and nodded slightly at his brother, who was sitting an inch away from him on another desk. They both kept their hands on their books and their faces expressionless, as if they were absorbed in the teacher’s lecture about their jobs. “Not again,” Matteo said through gritted teeth as he felt the electric leech on his neck twitch, sending a jolt of pain through his body. He peeled the note open and read Asher’s message. It said, *We have to get out of here. I have a plan, but we need one more person. Someone who can hack the security system. Do you know anyone?* Matteo’s heartbeat slowed to a painful rhythm. He and Asher had been looking for a way to escape for months, but they had never found an opportunity. The lab was heavily guarded and monitored, and the leeches on their necks prevented them from using their powers. He turned the note over an

AUTHOR’S POVLeo’s lips curled into a snarl as he searched his uncle’s room for any trace of him. He clenched the swords in his hands, his knuckles turning white. The sound of water splashing from the bathroom pierced his ear, and he kicked the door open with a loud bang. He expected his uncle to be bathing, but instead, he saw him lying on a bench in front of the sink while a maid rubbed his head with shampoo.He slammed the door with his sword, making a loud clang that echoed in the bathroom. Mr. Williams and the maid both jerked their heads up, their eyes wide with shock and fear. A small frown touched Mr. Williams's face as he recognized his nephew.“What are you doing in my room at this hour, boy?” His tone was calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of nervousness.“I should be the one asking you that, old hag. What are you up to now? I didn’t say you were allowed to have a maid in your bathroom at this time of day. Did I?” He pointed his sword at the maid and said, “Are you dumb or