All Chapters of Alpha's Last Chance: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

In Alpha Qillalon’s room…The room was dark, cloaked in a soft amber glow cast by flickering sconces on the stone walls. Dust motes swirled lazily in the stale air, disturbed by Quillion's first breath in what felt like an eternity.His eyes fluttered open, their sharp silver irises gleaming like molten steel as they adjusted to the half-light. His body felt heavy and stiff as if the days of slumber had left an echo of time in his bones. But the moment of disorientation was brief; his instincts flared to life with a sharp clarity.He pushed himself upright, his long dark hair spilling over his shoulders. The silken robes over his frame shimmered faintly with the runes woven into their fabric. His gaze swept the chamber, a silent predator assessing his domain. The room bore the mark of his legacy—tapestries of battles long past, shelves of ancient tomes, and an ornate staff resting in its cradle near the grand window. But there was one glaring absence."Qilli..." he whispered, his voic

In the dead of night, the Headmaster and his hunters arrived in California, their dangerous shadows stretching long under the pale moonlight.Their arrival was swift and silent, blending seamlessly into the obscure depths of the coast. They were a collection of the most feared and enigmatic individuals—his hunters, his most trusted wizard, Jacques, and the infamous Dr. Blackwood who was starting to be eaten by guilt. She no longer wants to be there. "The Citadel headquarters thought they had prepared for every contingency. They were wrong." The Headmaster mumbled under his breath with an eerie smile. The journey was far from over. The land and air transportation might have been guarded against them, with the Citadel Headquarters wolf packs blocking every known route to their heavily fortified stronghold, Citadel Manor.However, the Headmaster had long anticipated this. For years, he had been gathering fragments of knowledge, piecing together the hidden truths about the Citadel’s def

Without any destination in mind, Vesper continued her voyage on the long and dark road. Abruptly she stopped dead in her tracks as she felt a drowning ominous darkness in the wind. Her black frizzy hair flew in her face, obscuring the sight ahead. In her unfocused gaze, she saw a vision of Alpha Qillalon’s tense look. “Qilli,” she whispered in the wind with fear in her voice. Anxiety slowly crawled on her flesh as if foretelling an incoming disturbance in the balance and the hair at the back of her neck began to rise. She fixed her hair and the vision was gone.She clenched her chest and felt her heart leap out of her mouth. “Something’s wrong.” She uttered.Without hesitation, she removes the ring from her forefinger. In the blink of an eye, she returned to her real self— a century-old vampire with old blood. Pure black obsidian murderous eyes that had seen two world wars. Rosy cheeks.Red lips.Jet black shiny bouncy long hair.Skin as white as snow.Soon a pair of black feather

In Citadel Headquarters…Alpha Barkus was pacing back and forth as he frantically awaited Alpha Hercule’s response,He got so preoccupied that he didn’t notice Elder John had entered the chamber.His dominating voice cut the pressure in the room. “Still nothing from the manor?” He asked in concern. Alpha Barkus spun around, eyes widened in surprise. “Nothing yet, Elder.” He replied politely while slightly bowing his head.“Then send someone from the garrison near the manor to scout the place. It is not normal for us to wait this long for a reply. The manor always answers…” Elder John pointed out.Alpha Barkus lowered his head, “Yes, Elder.” He said, then motioned to Beta Dreyfus to notify the nearest garrison to scout the place.Beta Dreyfus made his way to the radio and changed the frequency to reach the garrison in Cordova an hour away from the manor.The static sound of the radio echoed in the room.~HQ to Cordova~ ~HQ to Cordova. This is Beta Dreyfus.~ Beta Dreyfus uttered. Soon

In the blink of an eye, only three remain standing in the room.The tension in the air was heavy.Quillion and Elder Mauritius abandoned their weapons and turned to their wolf state. They want to finish the fight in their natural form.Assuming that they are at an advantage and victory is within grasp, or so they thought."What a sight we have right now!""An Elder.""A Mafia Lord.""And the Headmaster," he exclaimed while raising his hands as if he was surrendering.Unbeknownst to Quillion and Elder Mauritius, the Headmaster had already planned everything, and they had just walked right to it.The moment they got near him. Landmines start blowing up, throwing sharp cards of silver, easily penetrating their skin. Despite the explosion and flying shards, the Headmaster's armor remained untouched.Two strong wolves lay on the bloodied floor wincing in pain. Even with the damaging wounds on their flesh and their fur soaking in blood, the two old wolves still emanate dominating power.The