All Chapters of GAME OF ALPHAS : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 51: Trust And An Affair Pyra’s PovIt was already late evening, and the night dazzled from the bright streetlight, the moon hung so dim in the dark sky. I rested against the window, watching the moving vehicles as they sped by. The unsettling silence between Veronica and me was palpable, feeling increasingly louder than the engine's hum. Since we began driving, I could feel her eyes biting into me, burning a hole in my side as she occasionally turned to stare at me. I didn’t bother to ascertain her attention, keeping my face turned away, pretending to be lost in the darkness beyond the window. “Pyra,” Veronica called, her soft voice tearing the unsettling silence. “Hmmm?” I hummed a noncommittal response, not in the mood to discuss and hoping the conversation she wanted to strike would end before it even began. “Is there anything you want to tell me?” She said her voice barely above a whisper. “No,” I replied, keeping my gaze steady on the moving ground outside. “You k

CHAPTER 53: The WandererLuna Verona’s povMy hands shuffled through the endless paperwork on my desk, trying to get a grasp of what I was reading, but I couldn’t focus. My mind was tangled deep with thoughts of what Sir Wilson had revealed after he came back to the pack. Just who are these people—these red-haired beings? I thought to myself. “It couldn’t be possible. They couldn’t be… crimson wolves, could they?”No! This must all be a misunderstanding. Sir Wilson must simply be too scared to register what he saw, but I knew Wilson. He was a man of his word. He would never be mistaken, that’s why I trusted him. It must be true. The crimson werewolves. It couldn’t be. I closed my eyes, trying to think clearly. The crimsons have been extinct for as long as I can remember, except for my mate, the last of his kind. They had always been rare, the rarest of wolf-kind, born only in small numbers every century, each of them possessing immense power and mystery. Yet here I was, confronte

CHAPTER 55: Find The SeerLuna Verona’s povI watched as my office emptied, minister Elais walking out, his long coat sweeping across the polished marble floor. I let the silence linger in for a moment, feeling comfortable in the peace it provided before calling out to him."Minister Elais, wait.”In my words, he paused his hands on the doorknob. He didn’t turn; I needed him not to. I clicked my teeth, thinking deeply. “Summon the Ministers,” I commanded, my voice steady. “And…”“Find me the Seer, Madraya.”His body was stationary as he turned back slowly; one of his eyebrows raised in questioning. “The seer, Luna? Are you sure?”I didn’t answer him, so he continued. “For decades, her reputation has been in ruins. People are no longer certain of her so-called …gifts.”I gritted my teeth in annoyance with his questions, but I understood where he came from and his hesitation. “I know that. Her reputation is in ruins because I made it so. But this time, I need her. She must find someth

CHAPTER 57: Wine On Console Maverick’s povMy body froze as the sharp scent of the spilt wine hit my nose, and splashes of it stained my coat. I stared in shock as irritation began to bubble just beneath my skin. “What the hell?” I muttered, facing Natalie as she stood there, looking as if she had just unknowingly stumbled onto a picnic instead of barging into a private meeting in the conference room. She laughed, apologizing a little as her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide with a faux innocence I’d grown too familiar with. She didn’t even seem fazed by the chaos of the moment. “Who the hell brings wine near a system?” I snapped, angrily pointing to the now-useless console at the center of the conference room, wires flickering with dying sparks.“Ummm, w-what?” Natalie stuttered, blinking innocently at me while tilting her head slightly in confusion. “I… s-saw a maid bringing t-he glasses of… w-wine in,” she continued to stammer, her tone light and airy like she wasn’t standing. In t

CHAPTER 59: From A BottleLuna Verona’s POV: The conference room was silent except for the soft clinking of my manicured nails on the wine glass. My gaze lingered on the pack’s lands beyond the massive window, sharp and calculating as my thoughts swirled with numerous possibilities. I was alone in the room, arriving early. The reason was because I was unable to stay still. The turmoil I felt inside was relentless, and my wolf was pacing restlessly inside me, her agitation matching my own. What could be his next move? I thought as my finger tightened around the stem of the wine glass. “He thinks I’m weak,” I growled under my breath, feeling challenged. I have been too silent towards him for too long, that he dares attack one of my own. I needed to act. But I had to be careful, I won’t act recklessly. No, I needed to gather more details, every shred of evidence, only then would I crush him beneath my feet. I needed to be strategic. What’s taking them so long? I thought, standing