After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 120

Chaos erupted like a storm, a whirlwind of fear and violence. The moment the hijackers took control of the pilots, everything changed in an instant.It was like the air had been sucked out of the plane. I could see the fear on the faces of the crew as they struggled against the intruders. The plane jolted violently, and the passengers were thrown against their seatbelts.

I turned to look at the cockpit, where I could see shadows of the pilots, struggling under the pressure of the hijackers. It felt like watching a nightmare play out in slow motion. They were diverting the plane from its original course. I felt Cyrus’s small body trembling against me, his little heart racing with fear, matching my own. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, trying to shield him from the overwhelming panic that filled the cabin.With resolve, I tightened my grip, knowing I was the one who had to keep us both safe.

Around us, the sound of alarm bells rang out. The noise seemed to echo in my ears, drowning out everything else as I struggled to stay calm for Cyrus’s sake. I could hear the frantic cries of passengers all around us, their voices rising in a crescendo of terror. Some were screaming, while others were trying to comfort their loved ones, but their efforts were swallowed by the chaos.

I glanced around, seeing the fear etched on the faces of those nearby. Some wide-eyed, others with tears streaming down their cheeks. It was a terrifying scene, and the reality of our situation hit me hard. We were trapped in a metal tube in the sky, surrounded by danger, and all I could think about was keeping Cyrus safe.

"Everyone stay calm!" shouted one of the hijackers in a deep, menacing voice. But the word "calm" felt like a cruel joke. Screams erupted from every corner of the cabin, bags tumbled from the overhead compartments, and a few werewolves tried to fight back. They were met with the terrible crack of silver bullets, which tore through flesh and bone. I watched in horror as blood soaked through their clothes. Their wounds bled openly, creating a grim sight in the cramped space of the plane.

"Mommy, I’m scared!" Cyrus whispered, his voice barely above a tremble. I looked down at him, my heart aching with a fierce protectiveness. "I know, buddy. I’m right here," I said, forcing steadiness into my voice even though I felt anything but. I stroked his hair gently, hoping my touch could shield him from this nightmare. "Just stay close to me, okay? We’ll get through this."

The hijackers, ruthless and sadistic, openly displayed their cruelty. Instead of demanding ransom, they began torturing the passengers, shooting them randomly, the shots ringing out with deadly precision. They yanked passengers from their seats, dragging those who resisted down the aisles, their screams echoing in my ears like a haunting melody. Anger and helplessness flooded me as I watched them beat the flight attendants, who were only trying to do their jobs.

Fear gripped me, but I didn’t let it control me. My heart raced, but I forced myself to stay calm. I looked at the already injured flight attendant, the girl who had checked my ticket and knew my name but did not utter it. Her eyes were wide with fear, and then she shook her head slightly, as if to say, "Don’t say anything." I stood strong, ready for whatever came next.

Before I could react, a hijacker seized her, dragging her away from me into a blind spot. Her terrified screams pierced the air, and I felt a surge of helplessness as the chaos continued.

"Stop it!" I shouted, my voice breaking, but it was no use.