All Chapters of Alpha's Last Chance: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Vesper and Qillalon are caught in the moment when suddenly they hear a gut-wrenching shriek. Startling them both. They are so preoccupied with their lustful encounter that they never notice there’s another person in the dimly lit room.Qillalon and Vesper slowly moved to the bed and their eyes widened in surprise when they saw Eleanor lying naked on the bed.“What are you doing? How could you cheat on me, Qilli? After all, I’ve sacrificed to convince Zane to let me go.” Eleanor yelled in disdain, acting as if she'd been wronged. She started crying, “Didn’t you like our intercourse earlier? That you need to take this poor excuse of a human.” She clamored deliriously, trying her best to sow discord between Vesper and Qillalon.Clueless that the two were together almost 100% of the time.Qillalon’s lips quivered in confusion and an undeniable tension was in the air.“What the fuck?” These were the only words Vesper could utter as her eyes moved around Eleanor’s body and saw marks on he

The next day…Gertrude continued to accompany Alpha Hercule from his chamber to the digital room, as Vesper needed to rest from last night's shameful event.Recollecting the incident from last night, Gertrude’s cheeks turned red like a ripe tomato, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Alpha Hercule noticed it immediately.He blushed seeing the charming reaction on the witch’s face. He glimpsed away trying his best to hide his admiration.He puts his hand in his pocket and starts whistling, keeping his mind off her gorgeous smile. Clueless to his feelings, she began humming to the melody of his whistle.He almost chokes at her actions.The Alpha could no longer hide his admiration and suddenly blurted out, “You… are so beautiful when you smile.” His face turned scarlet in shame, surprised by his abrupt statement.He opened his mouth but couldn’t form any more words. He lowered his head in embarrassment, wishing that the floor would drop under him.Gertrude giggled at his reaction, not think

Alpha Qillalon couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat.He might be physically present at the meeting, but his mind is elsewhere. The idea of Vesper walking around the Citadel Manor after the injury she got passed through his mind like a dark cloud. He is anxious, and he wants to leave the conference room as soon as possible, but he knows that it is impossible as a new problem arises in the manor.The attack on Alpha Hercule had reached the Citadel Headquarters and the majority of the Elders voted to send Alpha Barkus to oversee the perimeter check and also the security inside the manor.The tasks were directly handled by Alpha Qillalon and Alpha Zane respectively.It is a slap in their ego to have another Alpha check their work, yet it is Elder Mauritius who loathes it more, as the council of Elder’s attention is back to him and to the original issue of dead Omegas.Alpha Barkus’s existence in the Citadel manor also brings a threat to Vesper’s secret. Her presence will surely be a huge

“VOTORUM!” Gertrude exclaimed with certainty. She was proud of herself for identifying the entity quicker than she expected. “What?” Alpha Hercule asks eagerly.“Wish granter, that’s the entity inside Eleanor.” She declared in confidence. “... And that’s a good thing because?” He questioned in bewilderment. “It means it cannot access Eleanor’s memory and its creator could only see limited things through the creature's eyes,” she explains. “Does that mean even Eleanor had access to the file she needed to physically give the thumb drive to the member of the Black Order?” He figures.She nods. “Exactly. That means if Vesper could play her cards correctly she could stop Eleanor from delivering data to the Black Order.” She remarked as she slowly rose from her seat.She extended her hand to pull Alpha Hercule from his cowering position. He held her hand and got up from the cold floor.“How exactly will she play her cards?” He muttered in curiosity.Gertrude narrowed her eyes, “The entit

As the sun slowly settled down and the night took charge, casting the world in deep shadows, Quillion Van Kirk’s black Volvo sped through the winding roads toward the distant town, its headlights cutting through the darkness like a blade. He kept his eyes fixed on the road, the low hum of the engine the only sound that filled the vehicle’s interior. Beside him, in the passenger seat, Vesper’s body slumped, her body resting in the front passenger seat, purple-colored nails and pale skin. The remnants of her injuries—brutal and fatal—were still fresh in the surrounding air. Vesper’s pulse was still as silent as a calm sea, though the shattered remnants of her skull and missing brain told a different story. Her clothes were soaked in dried blood that had already stuck to her skin.Her once-pale skin was mottled with bruises, cuts, and burns from the silver bullets that had torn through her. The violent confrontation with Eleanor had left her on the brink of death, a corpse in all but n