Revenge to the Alpha Mate novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Chapter 233

Celena’s Perspective

The dull impact seemed to have echoed from the depths of the left passage. Jacob and I locked eyes. No time for debate. We dove into the darker tunnel.

Our flashlight beam carved a shaky path through the oppressive gloom, illuminating rough concrete walls and occasional damp patches on the floor. The air, perpetually cold and tinged with chemicals, now carried a fresh thread of blood and... the sharp tang of cordite. Faint, but undeniable.

"God, it’s black as pitch," Jacob growled low. His wolf eyes should have an edge in the dark, but here there was zero light—a pure underground labyrinth. "Hold on." He felt along the wall until his fingers found a recessed switch and clicked it.

Overhead, a few widely spaced fluorescent tubes flickered and buzzed to life, casting a ghastly white pallor that pushed back some shadows but made the corridor seem endless and even more foreboding. We could see now: the tunnel stretched straight ahead, vanishing into darkness again in the distance.

Now, utter silence. The earlier gunshots and impacts had been completely swallowed. Only a faint, muffled rumble of distant combat and shouts—filtering through tons of concrete and earth—hinted that Lily’s team was still keeping the Hunters busy at the main gate.

We picked up the pace, nearly breaking into a run.

We didn’t have far to go for confirmation.

The first Hunter lay prone, arms wrenched behind his back at impossible angles, as if snapped by tremendous force in an instant. Weak, agonized moans escaped him. A second was slumped against the wall, his chest a horrifying cavity, each wet, rasping breath bubbling with blood. A third... a fourth... about half a dozen men total were sprawled along the corridor in various grotesque, bone-shattering poses. They wore Hunter gear or civvies, weapons scattered around them. Most were alive but clearly out of the fight—eyes glazed over, faces masks of pain and lingering terror.

Jacob crouched beside one, his brow furrowed. "Not gunshots. Just pure, savage physical force... bones pulverized." He stood, expression grim. "Like being hit by a freight train, or... mauled by something with bare hands."

My stomach turned. Seeing the Hunters’miserable situation, I felt little pity. They were Karl’s people, our pursuers. But the one who did this... was the thing wearing Brett’s skin.

"It was her," I said, my throat tight. "She came through. They were in her way."

Jacob nodded, his gaze sharp as it scanned ahead. "Keep moving. Exit’s gotta be close."

We skirted the moaning men and pressed on. The corridor began to slope upward. Stacks of wooden crates and rusted machinery parts appeared, marking a storage or logistics zone. Light seeped in from ahead—not the harsh fluorescents, but a murkier, diluted glow. Daylight, mixed with industrial lighting.

We shoved through a heavy fire door and finally escaped the suffocating underground maze, re-emerging into the main slaughterhouse structure. This was a vast, high-ceilinged loading bay, floor marked with faded yellow traffic lines, now eerily empty of vehicles or workers. A few high-mounted sodium lamps cast dull, orange pools of light. The air hung thick with the familiar, nauseating cocktail of animal, blood, and antiseptic, which now felt bizarrely, almost comfortingly "normal."

At the far end of the bay stood a massive, roll-up door large enough for trucks, currently half-raised. Beyond it lay the factory yard and, further out, the chain-link perimeter fence.

We ran for the light. The floor was slick in spots, forcing us to slow. Finally, we reached the door, ducked under it, and burst outside—

The scene outside was infinitely more chaotic. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

This was a loading zone near the plant’s main entrance. Several Hunter bodies lay in stiff, final poses on the asphalt, dark blood pooled around them. A couple of sedans and an SUV, clearly Hunter vehicles, were slewed at odd angles, windows blown out, bodywork riddled with bullet holes. One crackled with flames, belching black smoke that seared the air with the stench of burning rubber and plastic, overpowering the slaughterhouse odor. Walls and support columns were pockmarked and scarred by gunfire. A textbook scene of Intense firefight aftermath.

Lily and the guys had really torn this place up. I could easily picture the crew fighting a furious retreat through here.

"This way!" Jacob pointed urgently toward a breach in the perimeter fence nearby. The chain-link was violently bent outward, and fresh tire tracks led away from it. "She went through here!"

Just then, from behind a pile of discarded wooden pallets to our flank, two wounded Hunters staggered upright! Their faces were smeared with blood and grime, eyes wide with panic. They clutched rifles, and upon seeing us, they fired almost instinctively!

"Down!" Jacob reacted in a blur, tackling me to the ground. Bullets zinged and whined overhead, sparking and pinging off the metal roll-up door behind us.

We scrambled for cover behind debris and the wrecked vehicles. The two Hunters, clearly rattled, fired a few more wild, inaccurate bursts before stumbling and fleeing toward another part of the factory complex, disappearing around a corner.

"Go!" Jacob hauled me up. We ignored the fleeing men and sprinted for the gap in the fence.

We vaulted over the twisted metal. Outside ran an access road connecting to the main highway. Parked not far off was a pickup truck with a dented hood and a spider-webbed windshield, but otherwise looks like operational. The keys were even in the ignition—probably abandoned by a Hunter in the chaos.

Jacob slid into the driver’s seat, turned the key. The engine coughed, shuddered, then roared to life. "We got wheels!" he yelled.

I barely got the passenger door closed before he slammed the accelerator. The pickup lurched forward, tires screeching on gravel. The alignment was off, pulling to one side, but it moved.

In the distance, further down the highway, another rapid burst of gunfire echoed—moving, shifting fire. Fainter and more erratic than the sounds from Lily’s battle.

"That direction!" Jacob jerked the wheel. The pickup swerved onto the paved road, speeding toward the gunfire and the monster that had stolen Brett’s body.

Lily’s Perspective

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