Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate novel Chapter 96

The tray clattered softly as Claude set it down in front of me. His movements were as measured and cautious as always, his face a blank mask. But as he turned to leave, something unexpected caught my eye. A small slip of paper, folded and barely visible, was tucked beneath the edge of the plate. My heart skipped a beat.

I waited until I was sure he had left the room, the door clicking shut behind him, before I reached for the note. My hands trembled slightly as I unfolded it. The handwriting was rough, hurried.

“Midnight. Power cut. Trust no one.”

I exhaled sharply, the weight of the message sinking in. Claude had taken the first step. He wasn’t fully on my side yet, but this was more than I’d dared hope for. The hours until midnight stretched out before me, but I forced myself to remain calm. I had to save my strength. Ava still hadn’t stirred, and the weakness from the wolfbane lingered, but I could feel a sliver of my power returning.

When the lights in my room suddenly flickered and died later that night, I knew it was time.

The darkness was absolute. I held my breath, straining to hear any sound that might signal Claude’s approach. The seconds stretched into agonizing minutes, and just as doubt began to creep in, I heard a faint rustle near the door.

“Claude?” I whispered.

A shadow slipped into the room, barely visible in the darkness. He moved cautiously, but there was a new sense of purpose in his steps.

“It’s me,” his low voice confirmed, close now. He stepped forward until he was right in front of me, the dim emergency lights casting just enough glow to reveal the hard lines of his face. His eyes flickered with uncertainty.

I didn’t waste any time. “You came,” I said softly, trying to gauge his mood. He was still hesitant, conflicted. But he was here. That meant something.

Claude’s jaw clenched. “You said you had a way out. I’ve seen what happens to people who try to defy him.”

“I’m not like the others,” I replied, my voice firm. “I told you, Claude—I have a gift. I’m a white wolf.”

He stiffened, his eyes narrowing. “A white wolf?”

“Yes,” I whispered, taking a step closer. “I have the power to purify. The experiments Rambo put you through, the poison in your system, I can help you. But I need you to trust me, just for a little longer.”

Claude was silent, his eyes searching mine. The weight of his past hung heavily between us. He didn’t want to believe me, I could tell. But something in him was breaking.

“I don’t know if I can,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Rambo’s control runs deep. I’ve seen too much—done too much. What if you can’t do what you say?”

“I can,” I said, my voice steady, I had to make him believe. “You’ve already taken the first step, Claude. You’re here. You’re questioning him. That’s more than most could do under his influence.”

Finally, his shoulders sagged slightly, and he met my gaze with a hardened determination. “If what you’re saying is true, then I’m in. I’m done being Rambo’s pawn.”

Relief washed over me, but I kept my expression calm. “Then we need to move now. Before he realizes what’s happening.”