Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1166

Capítulo 1166: Chapter 1166 Lineup

“Father, we need to do something!” Alistair said, his voice ringing through the room with unmistakable passion.

“We can’t just sit here and wait for the government to suddenly fix everything. That world is gone. We have abilities now—we’re not helpless anymore. We should retake Parkland City and make it safe!”

At twenty-five, Alistair had already grown into a capable man.

He was tall and handsome in his own right, his features sharp but warm, his posture confident without arrogance.

Of all Ross’s children, he was known for his compassion.

He couldn’t ignore the suffering beyond their protected zones—the survivors hiding in ruins, the families torn apart, the children growing up surrounded by fear.

That kindness burned fiercely inside him now.

He looked around the room, searching for support.

His mother sat composed, hands folded calmly in her lap.

Beside her were his stepmothers, each carrying a different presence—some unreadable, some thoughtful, some faintly amused.

Around them stood his siblings, many of them, nearly as numerous as his mothers.

Power surrounded him, yet silence answered him.

For a brief moment, doubt crept in.

Alistair’s eyes met his mother’s again. Althea smiled at him—soft, reassuring, and frustratingly neutral.

She offered no words, no agreement, no resistance. Just faith that things would unfold as they should.

Still, Alistair was not reckless. He had spoken knowing that he would not stand alone.

“I think my brother is right, Father,” Anya said, stepping forward. Her voice was calm, but there was steel beneath it.

“We can’t ignore what’s happening out there. If we have the strength to help people, then turning away would be wrong.”

“I agree, Father,” Adelyn added immediately. “Power isn’t just for protecting what we already have. It should be used to create something better.”

Alexander crossed his arms, nodding slowly. “Alistair has a point. Parkland City won’t stabilize on its own. If we move first, we control the outcome. If we wait, someone else will—and that won’t end well.”

The four of them now stood united.

They were the closest in age among Ross’s children, and because of that, they had grown up together—trained together, argued together, and learned together.

Their bond had been forged through shared lessons and shared expectations.

Where others were content to remain within the safety their father had built, they felt the pull of responsibility beyond it.

Around them, the room grew quiet.

Some siblings watched with curiosity. Others with concern. A few with faint excitement.

The mothers remained silent, each already guessing what Ross’s answer might be—but none daring to speak before him.

Alistair took a steady breath and faced his father fully.

“We’re not asking to replace you,” he said firmly. “And we’re not asking to act recklessly. We’re asking for the chance to prove that we can protect others the way you taught us to protect ourselves.”

The words settled heavily in the air.

It wasn’t a challenge.

It was a request to step forward—to be more than heirs, more than sheltered powerhouses living at the edge of the apocalypse.

All eyes turned toward Ross, waiting.

Not just for an answer—

But for judgment.

A minute later, Ross let out a long, measured sigh.

He had been refusing this plea for weeks, holding firm against the repeated arguments of Alistair and his closest siblings.

But deep down, he knew that continued denial would only make them more determined.

Alistair had a fire in him that could not be easily extinguished, and his allies among the siblings were just as steadfast.

They would argue, plan, and insist until Ross finally relented—and he knew it.

“Fine,” Ross said at last, his voice calm but carrying the weight of authority.

“But I’ll have Brandon accompany you. You can go out, explore, do some good, or have fun—but Brandon has to be there with you. No exceptions.”

Alistair’s face lit up instantly. “Really, Father? Thank you!” His excitement was so genuine that it almost made Ross chuckle.

“Yes! We’re finally going out!” shouted one of the younger siblings, jumping in place with delight.

“I want to come too!” another piped up, and soon the rest of the group joined in, voices overlapping, excitement radiating from every corner of the room.

Ross shook his head, suppressing a smile.

Even after all this time of leading, training, and surviving apocalypses, the raw, unfiltered enthusiasm of his children still surprised him.

There was something infectious about it, almost enough to make him forget the dangers that awaited outside.

The next day, the group gathered at the camp’s gate, prepared for their first excursion beyond the safe boundaries of the supermarket.

They had been briefed on routes, threats, and contingencies, but nothing could quite prepare them for the sight that greeted them.

Brandon, their reliable companion and protector, stood ready as expected—but beside him were their mothers, all of them, standing with calm authority and quiet pride.

Alistair’s eyes widened. “Moms? You’re coming too?”

Althea smiled warmly at him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“We can’t leave our children out there to fight zombies alone, can we?” she said.

Her voice was soft, but carried a weight of authority that made even the most eager sibling pause.

She looked at Alistair with pride, seeing the determination in his eyes.

His other stepmothers nodded, their expressions a mix of reassurance and firmness.

Each had trained alongside Ross, fought alongside him, and guided their children.

Their presence was not just for protection—it was a demonstration that this journey, though adventurous, would be carefully supervised.

The children exchanged glances, a mixture of shock, pride, and excitement lighting their faces.

They had expected a small outing, perhaps a chance to test their abilities.

Instead, it had become a full-scale family expedition, a symbol of unity and trust.

“Alright,” Ross said, stepping forward, his gaze sweeping over the group.

“Listen carefully. The streets outside aren’t like this bunker. Threats are everywhere, and they won’t wait for you to act. Stick close to Brandon, follow instructions, and keep your abilities under control. No heroics.”