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GAME OF ALPHAS 55. Find The Seer
CHAPTER 55: Find The SeerLuna Verona’s povI watched as my office emptied, minister Elais walking out, his long coat sweeping across the polished marble floor. I let the silence linger in for a moment, feeling comfortable in the peace it provided before calling out to him."Minister Elais, wait.”In my words, he paused his hands on the doorknob. He didn’t turn; I needed him not to. I clicked my teeth, thinking deeply. “Summon the Ministers,” I commanded, my voice steady. “And…”“Find me the Seer, Madraya.”His body was stationary as he turned back slowly; one of his eyebrows raised in questioning. “The seer, Luna? Are you sure?”I didn’t answer him, so he continued. “For decades, her reputation has been in ruins. People are no longer certain of her so-called …gifts.”I gritted my teeth in annoyance with his questions, but I understood where he came from and his hesitation. “I know that. Her reputation is in ruins because I made it so. But this time, I need her. She must find someth
Last Updated : 2024-11-17GAME OF ALPHAS 56. Panic Mode
CHAPTER 56: Panic Mode Natalie’s povI watched in anger and embarrassment as Maverick left the chamber, ignoring me completely. Every deliberate step he took away from me felt like a slap to my pride, a heavy blow to my confidence. I gritted my teeth, clenching my fists as my claws dug painfully into the skin of my palm. After every effort, I had applied. After everything I’d done—every subtle and most obvious signal, every carefully chosen word—he dismissed me as if I were nothing. He knew what I was offering. I wasn’t playing games. My actions were clear, leaving no room for doubt, but he still walked away. The nerve.The utter disrespect. I punched the bed in anger, scattering a few papers across the silk sheets. They fluttered down slowly as if mocking me. My gaze landed on the photograph lying on top. What was he even focused on? A pile of stupid pictures? I picked one of the papers, studying it carefully. “Nah,” I threw it distractedly, but before I could turn my gaze awa
Last Updated : 2024-11-19GAME OF ALPHAS 57. Wine On Console
CHAPTER 57: Wine On Console Maverick’s povMy body froze as the sharp scent of the spilt wine hit my nose, and splashes of it stained my coat. I stared in shock as irritation began to bubble just beneath my skin. “What the hell?” I muttered, facing Natalie as she stood there, looking as if she had just unknowingly stumbled onto a picnic instead of barging into a private meeting in the conference room. She laughed, apologizing a little as her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide with a faux innocence I’d grown too familiar with. She didn’t even seem fazed by the chaos of the moment. “Who the hell brings wine near a system?” I snapped, angrily pointing to the now-useless console at the center of the conference room, wires flickering with dying sparks.“Ummm, w-what?” Natalie stuttered, blinking innocently at me while tilting her head slightly in confusion. “I… s-saw a maid bringing t-he glasses of… w-wine in,” she continued to stammer, her tone light and airy like she wasn’t standing. In t
Last Updated : 2024-11-19GAME OF ALPHAS 58. Illicit Thoughts
CHAPTER 58: Illicit Thoughts Pyra’s povThe night was still very young, the moonlight filtering through the blinds of the windows of the pack house as I stepped inside. Everywhere was quiet, silence blanketed the whole halls, a rare luxury in a place so bustling during the day. It seems like everyone was asleep, or maybe hidden away in their room, doing only what the goddess knows. This was just what I needed. Peace. My stomach suddenly growled and I looked down, laughing slightly at myself. Even the luxurious food we ate at the five-star restaurant wasn’t enough to fill me. The faint aroma of home-cooked meal lingered in the air and I followed the scent like a moth to a fire. I found myself standing before the kitchen, the leftovers sitting neatly packed in containers on the counter, an obvious testament to the care taken even when the pack was feeding its households and maids. I rushed over to it, lost were the formalities I once held as I pulled the chair, its legs scratchin
Last Updated : 2024-11-20GAME OF ALPHAS 59. From A Bottle
CHAPTER 59: From A BottleLuna Verona’s POV: The conference room was silent except for the soft clinking of my manicured nails on the wine glass. My gaze lingered on the pack’s lands beyond the massive window, sharp and calculating as my thoughts swirled with numerous possibilities. I was alone in the room, arriving early. The reason was because I was unable to stay still. The turmoil I felt inside was relentless, and my wolf was pacing restlessly inside me, her agitation matching my own. What could be his next move? I thought as my finger tightened around the stem of the wine glass. “He thinks I’m weak,” I growled under my breath, feeling challenged. I have been too silent towards him for too long, that he dares attack one of my own. I needed to act. But I had to be careful, I won’t act recklessly. No, I needed to gather more details, every shred of evidence, only then would I crush him beneath my feet. I needed to be strategic. What’s taking them so long? I thought, standing
Last Updated : 2024-11-20GAME OF ALPHAS 60. The MoonBlood Meeting
CHAPTER 60: The MoonBlood Meeting Third person’s POV: The atmosphere was eerie, filling the room with tension. A round table sat in the center of the meeting room giving an imposing presence in the dimly lit chamber. It was carved directly from obsidian stone, giving it a glossy and slick surface that reflected the light of the yellow torches that adorned the stone walls. Seated just round the table were men cloaked in deep red, each with the golden emblem of a moon dripping with blood stitched onto their chests. Their hoods were raised and shrouded their faces in darkness, concealing all but the faintest outlines of their features. The room was deadly silent, the tension-filled air oppressive and so menacing that could make even the strongest-hearted warrior feel their resolve waver.Just at the center of the table sat Alpha Sam, his oppressively large size and presence commanding and terrifying. His piercing eyes tinged with a spark of crimson scanned the room, daring anyone t
Last Updated : 2024-11-21GAME OF ALPHAS 61. Think Of Your Child
CHAPTER 61: Think Of Your Child Luna Verona’s POV:After the brief meeting with Sir Wilson and Beta Thane, I needed rest and retired back to my chambers. But while walking back, I stopped at the intersection of the hallway, my gaze shifting towards the West Wing. The corridors of the West Wing seemed colder than usual as if the shadows themselves had deepened with the setting sun. It gave off an eerie feeling, heavy with an unspoken warning. Yet, I pressed on, each step echoing ominously against the stone walls.I turned the corner and was met with familiar-looking white doors, but none of them interested me more than the one at the far right corner. My legs seemed to have a mind of its own as I reached the room, its double doors carved with intricate sigils, one only I could see. I pushed them open, stepping in as the wood groaned in protest, and I was greeted by the sudden flare of the candlelights Each candle stick roared to life, circling the room like sentinels. The once dark
Last Updated : 2024-11-22GAME OF ALPHAS 62. The Hurtful Face-off
CHAPTER 62: The Hurtful Face-off Maverick’s POV My eyes scanned the scattered paper littered all over the floor, as their damaged form seemed to be mocking me. I clenched my fist, my breathing heavy as my rage shimmered just beneath the surface. I slammed my fist against the wall, the impact doing nothing to alleviate my fury. “Natalie,” I growled through gritted teeth, storming out of the chambers and into the hallway. She was the one responsible and now, I knew what she did minutes ago by destroying the console of the computer wasn’t a mistake but intentional. I shouted, “Natalie, get here NOW!” My voice echoed off the stone walls, loud enough to make every pack member within the vicinity and earshot freeze in shock. And there she was, just a few steps ahead of me, her figure unmistakable as she walked, her back towards me. I knew she heard me, but instead of stopping at my command, she walked even faster away. “Come back here. Now!” I barked again, my voice laced with a
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GAME OF ALPHAS 98. End The Bad Blood
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CHAPTER 94: A Different AlphaMaverick’s POV:“Hey, hey, wake up.” I rushed over to Natalie, shaking her shoulder. She must have fallen unconscious after I faced off that mysterious man. Natalie twitched, groaning slightly. Her head shifted to the side as her eyes fluttered open, unfocused. “Huh-uh?” She murmured incoherent words, her words a slurry of confusion. She squinted at me, before her eyes darted around the destroyed penthouse, to the window and back to meet my gaze. “W-where’s the bastard?” She asked, her temple stained with blood, a thin crimson trail tracing the curve of her cheek. “Gone,” I said firmly, gripping each side of her face. “Are you okay?” I asked, feeling her skin cold against my palm. Her eyes squinted, becoming even smaller, as if trying to make sense of me, of everything. “Maverick?” she gasped. A faint, bitter laugh escaped her. “So I’m alive. But you... look different.”“He must’ve hit your head pretty hard to say such a thing. I look the same,” I mut
GAME OF ALPHAS 93. The Black Hood Attack
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