With fervor in her eyes and suppressed hatred, Beatrice rose without saying goodbye to the Campbell family a off in pursuit of her daughter Crice. Her strong footsteps echoed in the awkward silehat domihe majestic hall of the mansion.
The departure of the Campbells from the Phillips residence was marked by a terrible and oppressive atmosphere, where flig emotions iwined, creating a sense of despair aion. A bitter taste settled in everyone's mouths as if something precious had been broken aroyed, leaving a deep sense of displeasure.
Trying to find a glimmer of positivity amidst the allet Campbell pared the night to a stealthy attack, where everyone emerged wounded but mao survive. A hint of humor apahis observation, an attempt to alleviate the gravity of the situation.
Jared Phillips was stunned, his face dispying an expression of astonishment as he stared fixedly at his son, Oliver. The same questions echoed in his mind: the meeting at the Kadman Hotel? How was it possible for someoo discover about the enter? Did someone leak information?
Oliver repyed the events in his mind, trying to find aail that might have gone unnoticed. However, no matter how many times he revisited the sequence of events, the answers remaihe same; it was as if a fog of uainty enveloped them.
The starting point of everything was a mysterious email that Crice received. A hacker had infiltrated her at and started writing about absurd spiracy theories involving an unknown world.
Oliver expihat after Taylor's apartment was invaded and ransacked, Adam took her to the safety of the Kadman family residehe iion was to protect her, but now Oliver questioned whether this ge of location had been traced.
In truth, what Oliver really wao know was if Callum and Adam somehow suspected the existence of a possible anization behind all of this. He believed that all the threats were ected to Callum, as he accumuted enemies in every sphere.
Adam and Callum were both Alpha Primes, ruthless predators who not only devoured panies and individuals but swallowed them whole, leaving no bones behind. They embodied an uing predatory instinct, moving with the ing and efficy of supreme predators.
Like two power-hungry tigers, they domihe business se, iories and leaving a trail of destru in their wake. Their once proud and fident prey were reduced to mere fragments, pletely engulfed by Adam and Callum's ambition and unmatched ability.
Jared listeteo his son's words. Yes, Adam and Callum were dev renowrepreneurs and corporations, and any attempt to form a coalition against them was doomed to fail.
Amidst the discussions and quest for answers, Robert Phillips remained silent, adopting a Stoic posture. In a solemn moment, he uttered words that carried deep wisdom: "Destiny is a plex order that unfolds over time. It depends on circumstances and as that are beyond our uanding, a 'necessary cause' that governs everything or the 'reason' why the world is ruled."
Robert's words veyed a message of acceptan the face of destiny and an uanding that untrolble forces py a signifit role in shapis. It was advice to let go of resistand aowledge the uability of life, embrag the fluidity of the events that shape the course of life.
Beatrice slowly opehe door to Crice's room, revealing a dreamlike se unfolding before her. The enviro exuded an atmosphere of elegand refi, with a color palette dominated by golden and rose hues. The luxurious bed, worthy of a medieval castle, was the terpiece of the room, adorned with fine and delicate fabrics. Cssic furniture pleted the decor, bringing an air of sophistication to the space. On one of the walls, a giant vas portrayed Crid Callum, their radiant smiles are frozen in time. Fresh flowers perfumed the air, adding a touch of delicad romao the space.
As Beatritered the room, a deep and anguished sob filled the air—it was her sweet daughter. Crice was sitting in front of the mirror, tears streaming down her face. Her shoulders trembled uhe weight of sorrow, her breath interrupted by stifled sobs. The trembling in her hands revealed the iy of the pain ing her. Her vat gaze reflected the emptihat now inhabited her heart. It was the end of a dream, the crumbling of all the hopes she had pced in a perfect husband, now revealed as an illusion.
Callum's speech had beeating, peing deep into her soul. Despite carefully chosen words and apparent logic, he had made it clear that he was seeking patibility that surpassed the 71% they shared. Those words tore through her heart, making her question her owy and worth. Each sentence echoed in her mind as a painful firmation of her deepest insecurities.
With a calm demeanor disguising her hidden iions, Beatrice approached Crice. At that moment, her malevolent iions hid in the depths of her mind. She stood before her daughter, casting a gaze that veyed veiled threats. With her voice cloaked in an intimidating tone, Beatrice uttered her sinister words: "It's time for you to show Callum who you are."
She was uo think of any objective facts because this obsession was s ihoughts. Beatrice was determio show everyohat the presence of the omega, a result of an act, wouldn't make Crice a target of mockery. With words den with vilinous emphasis, she decred that she would do anything to achieve her goal.
"You will show everyohat this omega was an act, and no one will dare to mock you because of it," Beatrice procimed fervently.
, Beatrice set her instrus for the day, outlining her approad perspectives for the following day. "Tomorrow, call Taylor and inquire about the situation in the Kadman family."
At the official residence of the Campbells, the sound of the helicopter bde gradually faded, giving way to an imposing silehat enveloped the spaansion. The mairance revealed a long, well-lit hallway adorned with luxurious details, exuding a sense of grahat permeated the enviro.
As Lord Mallet crossed the imposing doors of the mansion, he couldn't tain his most important question, ohat sought firmation of patibility. Hearing the result of 100% filled his heart with lightness, as it meant that his legacy would be upheld auated with strong desdants, fulfilling his desire to leave his rising legacy.
Callum, in turn, expio his grandfather that he had always sought a striking presen his life. He yearned for someone who would make him question, "What am I doing now?" Driven by a deep intuition, he searched for someone whose sounds, sts, and mere existence would stir his emotions, leading him to a personal awakening and a sense of pleteness.
Lord Mallet respoo his grandson with satisfa, "I'm gd you were able to find and discover that Alpha side that reviously unknown."
Lady Sarah remained silent, attentively the versatioween grandfather and grandson. She decided to intervene, interrupting the dialogue with a direct question to her son. Her voice carried a mix of and challenge as she questioned whether he fully uood what he was saying.
"Do you realize what you're saying, my son?" she asked. "I didn't raise you to be governed by the ws of the ABO world. We are superior beings, above such limitations. We 't let ourselves be ruled by mere worldly cepts."
Callum felt the iy of the moment, and his gaze met his mother's. It was a csh of ideas and perspectives, a battle between tradition, freedom, and the rules of the ABO world. He would o find the right words to respond.
"Callum, my grandson," Lord Mallet said in a ciliatory tone, "how are things going with your work? It would be best for you to settle in your penthouse he Campbell Iional glomerate. There, you'll be closer to your responsibilities and able to focus better."
Lord Mallet's suggestion aimed to divert attention from the immi flid provide a more ral topic for discussion. He khat a private versatioween Lady Sarah and himself would be necessary to address more delicate and plex matters.
While Callum sidered his grandfather's suggestion, Lord Mallet gave a meaningful look to Lady Sarah, signaling that they o talk alone.
A few minutes passed, and Lord Mallet, sitting in his fortable armchair in his private room, requested Lady Sarah's presence. He called Aubree, the butler, and asked him to inform his daughter-in-w that he would like to speak with her in private.
Aubree, with impeccable posture, followed the instrus a in search of Lady Sarah. Finding her in one of the rooms, Aubree discreetly veyed Lord Mallet's message.
Shortly after Aubree's departure, Lady Sarah made her way to the private room, where her father-in-w awaited her. Upoering the room, she noticed Lord Mallet's fierce gaze directed at her, an expression that did not go unnoticed.
Lord Mallet broke the tense silence by questioning Lady Sarah with a firm arating voice, "Have you fotten the reason you became Lady Campbell? Was it for your patibility with my te son Gordon, who is no longer with us? Have 40 years been enough to erase your former life from your memory?"
