All Chapters of Alpha's Last Chance: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Don’t tell Vesper about this. I don’t want to interfere with her work with Hercule.” Alpha Qillalon requested as he limply walked to the couch to sit. The hue in his eyes slowly turns pale as if life is draining out of him. Gertrude blushed, “What a sweet little boy. He is still thinking of her while suffering from an ailment,” she said to herself as she checked the bite mark on the Alpha's palm.“You said you kept seeing a man. What does this man look like?” Velmont asks curiously as he watches Gertrude try magic to heal Alpha Qillalon’s wound.Alpha Qillalon winces in pain. “He is tall, he has dark, clean-cut hair, and black fangs. He looks like he is around 30 to 40 years old," he remarks as his face grimaces with the scent of his decaying flesh. “This is bad,” Gertrude mumbled under her breath as black veins quickly traveled into Alpha Qillalon's arm.Gertrude held her necklace and sent a mental message to Velmont, “I think we need to tell Mauritius about this and make a phone c

~Come inside, it's fun in here.~Lazarus' statement was filled with poisonous riddles and insanity. Vesper's face expresses confusion as she winces in pain from his grasp.Before any of them could react, the veins from Qillalon's hand started moving towards Vesper's skin as if merging the two of them.She moved her gaze towards Gertrude as if begging her to do something.Gertrude was about to start chanting when a bright light blinded them. When the light disappeared, Vesper lost consciousness and her hand was covered in the Alpha's decaying flesh as if he was starting to eat her.“Qillalon,” Quillion ran swiftly to his son. He tried to move the unconscious Vesper, but their skin was intertwined with each other. “Need a little help,” he voiced out as he tried to separate the two. Velmont moved to the bed and helped Quillion, but noticed the harder they tried, the more Vesper's skin sank into Qillalon's flesh, merging them further. Meanwhile…Vesper lazily opened her eyes and adjus

In a distant facility in the heart of Pennsylvania.Jacques, a young high-level wizard, hastily ran to the headmaster's quarters with a jovial, menacing grin on his lips. “In your face Gertrude Fallis,” he mumbled to himself.The tussle of his long black robe dances in sync with his movements. His mid-length black hair was braided in a French style, making him appear relaxed and friendly, but deep inside his blue eyes, he couldn't hide the pressure, the sleepless nights, and the uneasiness he'd been feeling recently.But not today—today is different. His magic finally possessed someone useful.After months of failed attempts to shake the Citadel manor, he finally has a break.He knocked on the headmaster’s door, and he was soon permitted to enter.Inside the chamber is a well-equipped medical room filled with machines that are usually present in the hospital.The buzzing apparatus, IV drips, and monitor all surround the lavish bed in the middle of the room.“What brings you here at thi

In a distant facility in Pennsylvania...As per request, Jacques stayed in the room as the Headmaster wanted to hear the real-time updates.“Headmaster, our little pawn is now part of Hercule Perrimont’s pack,” he declared happily.Planning how he will get back to Quillion and Mauritius once he gets a hold of the research for the regenerating medicine that will bring him back to his younger self, vowing to his fallen comrades that he will finish the job they started. "We annihilated the council of Vampires and all the old blood. We only need to kill the Elders and the Mafia lord," he said to himself while staring at the photo on his nightstand showing a group of young men and women in military uniform holding high-caliber guns while a white wolf was lying dead in front of them.The beeping and buzzing sound of the machines chimes with syncing glee, “Finally, good news after all the failed attempts you tried.” The headmaster says with a faint smile on his face.Jacques couldn't help bu

Eleanor knocks on Qillalon’s door multiple times but no one answers. “Where are you?” She asks herself as she switches on her wolf senses, trying to locate him but to no avail. His scent had already scattered in the air. She soon opens a mental link to speak to Alpha Mercimer, who tells her that Qillalon was sent on a mission. She heaves a sigh of relief thinking that Vesper is not with him. She swiveled around the hallway when she was sure no one was watching. She pried open Qillalon’s door and entered it. She inhaled his scent in his room and lay on his bed. She hugged his pillows and nestled herself in his blanket, savoring every aroma he had left. Imagine the old days when she slept in his arms. His warm body touched her skin and his contagious smile with his perfect white teeth. She smiled from ear to ear, but her happiness soon ended when she caught another scent in the room. Her face slowly contorted in an unusual way. Her face was disfigured with a conflicting distortion