After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 121

"Mommy" Cyrus called out, his little hand gripping my arm tightly. I turned to the elderly woman next to me, her face pale but calm. "Please take care of him," I whispered urgently. "I’ll be right back."

With a deep breath, I stepped forward, my heart racing like a trapped animal. Despite the fear clawing at me, I forced myself to stand tall. "I’m the one you’re looking for!" I called out, my voice trembling but strong, refusing to back down even when every instinct told me to run.

The hijackers stopped, their attention pivoting toward me. One of them, a masked figure who had been lurking in the shadows, stood up slowly. He clapped his hands together, a mocking gesture. "Enough," he commanded, his voice cold yet authoritative. "Stop hurting innocent people." "Well, well, look at the brave woman," he said, a smirk hidden beneath his mask. "I admire bravery in a person."

"What do you want from me?" I demanded, striving to sound confident and brave. He stepped closer, his eyes boring into mine as if inspecting a prize to be won. "You’ve been quite the nuisance," he said, his voice smooth and chilling. "But I like your spirit. Let’s see how brave you really are."

Before I could react, he produced a small device, something that shimmered ominously in the dim light of the cabin. "This will be over quickly," he said, lunging toward me.

Cyrus’s frightened whimper brought me back to reality. I couldn’t let them take me without a fight. "You leave him out of this!" I shouted, stepping protectively in front of my son, instinct overriding reason.

But the hijacker was too quick. He stunned me with the device, and the world around me began to blur.

As darkness filled my vision, I thought of Cyrus. I thought of the love I had for him, the promise I made to keep him safe. The last thing I heard before succumbing to the void was his terrified cry, a haunting echo of my worst fears coming to life.

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Third Person POV

The masked man turned, his hidden gaze locking onto the frightened passenger. He gave a slow, approving nod. "Good," he replied. "It’s best that you didn’t."

As the masked man spoke, the plane suddenly lurched, a violent jolt throwing everyone against their seats. Passengers gripped their armrests, some letting out cries of alarm. Cyrus clutched the armrest, feeling his stomach twist as the plane pitched and swayed. Then, just as quickly as it had started, the turbulence stopped, and the plane leveled out. But when Cyrus looked around, he realized the masked figures were gone, and Grace was no longer in her seat.

He gripped the letter tightly in his shaking hands, the edges crumpling under his fingers. Alone, with his mother gone, he could only stare into the dark unknown ahead.

Cyrus tried hard to overcome his fear. He carefully put the letter away and memorized the faces of the robbers.

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