All Chapters of GAME OF ALPHAS : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 111: The Lingered EyesNatalie’s POV: The bungalow given to us was unlike anything I’d imagined—spacious, and modern. The long, opened-roof hallway stretched ahead of me, lined with individual doors, each leading to a private apartment. Everyone had their own space, a sanctuary within the shared home. Privacy here wasn’t just a luxury; it was a necessity.Maverick’s room stood opposite mine, and as I heard voices coming from outside, I went to check, instinctively only to get to the window facing his room to see two people dressed in black. One was a man, and the other, was a woman with her face covered with a veil, but a part of her red locks showed underneath the veil, and instantly, I knew who she was. “Pyra,” I growled lowly, staying by the side of the wall in order to shield myself from their eyes, my ears alert.“What was she doing here? And this late?” Normally, I would have interrupted them, for that bitch shouldn't be ten feet near Maverick, but the huge man in bla

CHAPTER 113: The Disapproval To Solhaven Maverick’s POV:The morning air carried a heavy silence, thicker than the frost clinging to the large windows of the throne room. Everyone had dressed impeccably for the meeting, their attire a statement of preparedness. We had taken a short breakfast, though no one had truly enjoyed the meal as it seemed to be tension-filled, the kind that seeped into the skin and settled in the bones.My gaze swept across the large expense of the room, taking in every detail, every subtle shift of emotion. Natalie was beside me, her usual composure nowhere to be found. She bit her lips ever so often, her fingers twisting the edge of her sleeve, the fabric fraying slightly under her restless grip. Her foot tapped an irregular beat against the marble floor, the sound barely audible but noticeable enough to me. She was nervous—more so than the previous night I saw her by her window after I was done speaking to Pyra. I shook my head, trying to hide the exciteme

CHAPTER 115: The Crimsons’ Incoming Pyra’s POV: How dare he? He had no right to point that out!That was so low of him.The air in the throne room was thick with tension, Maverick’s defiance still ringing in my ears over and over again. I had tried to ignore it, but his words cut deep, not because of their content, but because of their audacity. He was still the same as before, daring and authoritative even in my pack. The ministers sat frozen in their places, glancing nervously between me and him. Even Beta Thane, the always and perfectly composed man, one who rarely faltered, seemed unsure of what to do next. I glared at Maverick, his strong posture unyielding as he stood before me. I should be used to this, for I grew up under him in the pack but now, standing in MY court, in MY territory, challenging MY authority before my pack? It was a line he should have known better than to cross.My glare intensified but as I watched him, there was no smirk, no signals to indicate he was

CHAPTER 117: Brewing Third person’s POV:The realm of Lunaria was filled with an uncharacteristic solemnity, the lands once bathed in the joyous sound of its people, now a shadow of their former self. And within Lunaria, the FireHeart pack stood at a standstill, as every pack member waited with bated breath. Every shadow that danced across the great expanse of the woods, every whisper of the wind that swept through the pack’s grounds, carried the same singular message: Something monumental was happening; the birth of the next descendants of the Crimson bloods. This was history in the making, for the FireHeart pack has waited for decades upon decades for a new crimson to be born and now, it’s finally occurring. This was no ordinary birth—it was a legacy being born. For centuries, the bloodline of the FireHeart Pack carried within it a unique and ancient power, one said to be blessed directly by the Moon Goddess herself. Each child born of this line bore the potential to inherit th

CHAPTER 119: Slipped Away Maverick’s POV:“Sometimes I don’t just understand you, Maverick. You just act like… like, urgh,” Natalie groaned in annoyance, gripping her hair like she was about to pull it out. I crossed my arms, leaning against the soft chair prepared in one of the hospital’s waiting areas, far from the private area where Luna Verona and other pack members waited. Natalie's words trailed off into an irritated groan. Her hands flailed in the air, a gesture she always made when she was too frustrated to form coherent thoughts. I remained silent, my expression blank for she was the least of my worries now. “See!” She snapped, pointing a finger at me like I was some unruly child. “This is what I mean but you say I am a damn talkative. You just stand there! No reaction. No movement. Nothing! It’s like talking to a damn wall, Maverick!”I sighed, my mind trailing back to the event of today as Rhella was rushed to the hospital. I chuckled, it was funny how I had started call