All Chapters of Alpha's Last Chance: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alpha Qillalon hurriedly left the Citadel premises and headed to the last place Vesper was spotted.After hours of endless travel on the unpaved rough road. He reached the abandoned building.The place was hidden by tall trees and grass. The structure was barely standing, its walls weathered and tilted, vines creeping over the edges like fingers of time reclaiming its prize. The vicinity was quiet, except for the crunch of leaves beneath his boots. His sharp gaze swept the path ahead, scanning for any sign of movement. He was close—he could feel it. The faintest scent lingered in the air, one that tugged at his memory, though something about it was... wrong.As he turned to the corner, he stopped in his tracks. A familiar scent caught his attention. A scent that shouldn’t be there.He moved forward and at the end of the other corner, standing a short distance away was Velmont, his broad shoulders tense, his face marred with frustration.Alpha Qillalon’s sharp gaze and intense presence

All curtains and windows are shut. The flicker of firelight danced across the walls of the modest room, casting long shadows that seemed to breathe with the tension in the air. Alpha Qillalon sat on the edge of the bed, his piercing eyes fixed on Vesper, who sat across from him, wrapped in a blanket that seemed far too large for her now. The weight of the conversation lingered between them, heavy and unyielding.“You should come back with me to the Manor,” Alpha Qillalon requested, his tone steady but edged with urgency. “The Omegas deserve to know you’re alive. I deserve to have you there,” he reasoned. Vesper’s gaze dropped to her hands, which fidgeted nervously in her lap. The firelight caught the silver of her earrings—the only part of her that hadn’t changed. She said nothing, her silence filling the room with a tension that Alpha Qillalon felt deep in his chest.He took a deep breath and continued, his voice softer. “I’ve learned a lot while you were gone, Vesper. My father told

In the dead of night.The fire crackled low on the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls of Delta Sevy's room. Outside, the wind howled, but inside, Delta Sevy was trapped in the grip of a dream—a nightmare that seemed too vivid to be anything but real.It was the Troll attack again.He saw the chaos, heard the guttural roars of the Trolls, and felt the pounding of his heart as he fought to save Vesper from the troll's grasp. But this time, his dream focused more on Vesper’s subtle movements.His dream replayed how she removed her ring and her scent hit him first: rich and dark, an intoxicating mix of earth and metal, tinged with something sharp and unnatural. Then came her strength—unnatural, otherworldly. He saw her lift a Troll twice her size and hurl it like it weighed nothing. And finally, those eyes—obsidian black, as if they absorbed the moonlight instead of reflecting it.In his dream, a voice whispered through the chaos—a revelation so shocking that Delta

The wind carried whispers of the past, sweeping across the barren plains as Vesper continued to walk into the remnants of Adobe Walls, Texas. The town wasn’t much—a ghost of its former self—but its echoes held stories she needed to remember.It was a ghost town in the eyes of humans and the government, but now it has become a haven for vampires like her. She rummaged in her pocket, took one of the rings out, and wore it in her forefinger. It immediately altered her scent. “For protection,” she mumbled, then her attention landed on the other ring in her pocket—The ring for the mental link. One call and she knew Qillalon would be running to her like a wild beast hungry for her attention. She smiled bitterly as she hid the mental link ring. She resumed walking, her boots crunching against the gravel. The air smelled of mesquite and history, the kind of scent that clung to you like an old memory. She adjusted the brim of her hat, shielding her face from the sinking moonlight, and scann

In the Citadel Headquarters command center.Alpha Barkus stared at the flickering monitor, his face darkening as the last footage from the mercenary’s live camera before they got blown out by explosives played out. The feed was shaky, the view obstructed by debris and flashes of light. Then, there it was—the unmistakable silhouette of Citadel Manor, its spires piercing the night sky. The image was clear enough to make his jaw tighten.Beta Lisara, standing at his side, leaned in closer. “Citadel Manor,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “They’re planning an attack, aren’t they?”Alpha Barkus’s eyes narrowed as the screen shifted, showing the maps. Arrows and marks scrawled across the image pointed directly at the manor’s defenses and weak points.“They’ve been planning this for a while,” Alpha Barkus growled. His fists clenched at his sides. “But why the Citadel manor and not the Headquarters?”Beta Lisara’s gaze hardened. “It's less guarded. No humans in sight within the mano