After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 70

“Because,” I said, my voice hardening as the memory clawed its way to the surface, “my wolf, Sierra, died because of it.”

Sierra. The name lingered in the air between us like a ghost.

My wolf had been a part of me, the bond between us unbreakable—until that poison took her from me. She had been weak, so weak in the end.

We’d spend entire days lying on the floor, her body unable to move, her strength draining away with each passing hour. And then, she was gone.

“I found the vial,” I continued, my voice quivering with barely-contained fury. “It was labeled CR-06. Your creation.”

Zain’s face twisted with disbelief, his lips parting to say something, but no words came out. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost defensive.

“CR-06 isn’t wolfsbane,” he muttered. “It’s a semi-finished product from our research. Yes, it’s toxic to wolves, but I never sold it to anyone. I kept it safe.”

Safe? The word sounded so hollow, so hypocritical.

I wanted to scream at him, to make him understand the depth of my loss, the hole that losing Sierra had torn in my heart.

But I held back, watching his face for any sign of remorse.

“My research,” Zain continued, his voice gaining strength, “is to solve genetic defects. I would never use it to harm anyone, especially not wolves.”

I froze. His sincerity, the raw honesty in his voice, made me falter.

Could it be that Zain didn’t know? Could it be that he wasn’t the monster I had imagined?

For a moment, I said nothing, letting the weight of his words sink in.

Zain was a genius, that much was clear. He was supposed to be remembered as a revolutionary scientist, someone whose discoveries would change the world.

But all of that had been stolen from him—stolen by greed, by people who saw nothing but profit in his brilliance.

Ryan and Victor.

They were the ones who had killed Zain, not with their hands, but with their greed. They had cut short his life and twisted his research into something monstrous.

After Zain’s death, Victor had been too incompetent to finish the experiment.