All Chapters of GAME OF ALPHAS : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER 61: Think Of Your Child Luna Verona’s POV:After the brief meeting with Sir Wilson and Beta Thane, I needed rest and retired back to my chambers. But while walking back, I stopped at the intersection of the hallway, my gaze shifting towards the West Wing. The corridors of the West Wing seemed colder than usual as if the shadows themselves had deepened with the setting sun. It gave off an eerie feeling, heavy with an unspoken warning. Yet, I pressed on, each step echoing ominously against the stone walls.I turned the corner and was met with familiar-looking white doors, but none of them interested me more than the one at the far right corner. My legs seemed to have a mind of its own as I reached the room, its double doors carved with intricate sigils, one only I could see. I pushed them open, stepping in as the wood groaned in protest, and I was greeted by the sudden flare of the candlelights Each candle stick roared to life, circling the room like sentinels. The once dark

CHAPTER 63: Bile Pyra’s POVI sat down on my bed, thinking of how I would go to the hospital. I had no chores for the day, thankfully. Resting my head back on the pillow, I realized I was unarguably weak today. It has been a rollercoaster for awhile as the pack has witnessed a lot of unambiguous events. Since the matter with the peacemaker, the pack has become eerily quiet as everyone felt a glooming shadow hovering over them. To each their own, indeed. But gradually, I believe the pack will return to its bustling activities.As I lay on the bed, I suddenly felt a wave of nausea hit me, bile rising from my throat. I grimaced as a violent stump rose from my chest causing me to clutch my chest. I felt the acidic taste of bile burn the back of my throat. I swallowed deeply, trying to cool it with some saliva as my body suddenly felt heavy.I shook my head, the room tilting to the side slightly and the edge of my vision blurring. I forced myself to sit up, breathing heavily to calm mys

CHAPTER 65: Two Distinct LinesPyra’s POV:The silence in the lab was thick like a fog I couldn’t wade through. I glanced up at Veronica who worked opposite me, her hands steady as she mixed the potions, and her brows furrowed in concentration. The rhythmic clink of glasses and the faint bubbling of liquid in the apparatus were the only sounds in the lab, yet they felt deafening in the stillness.Veronica has begun making a medicine for my sudden illness, but she didn’t want to tell me what it was, saying until she was 100% sure. I looked down at the portion, turning it slowly to recognize the ingredients. I should’ve been able to name every ingredient, every herb, every mineral she used. It was my craft and domain after all. But as I stared into the swirling liquid before me, for the first time in my life, my mind drew blank. The mixture shimmered with an iridescence I couldn’t place, a mystery even to me.“You sure that’s for me—“ I wasn’t able to complete my sentence as my sto

CHAPTER 67: An Unexpected FacePyra’s POV:The end of our shift couldn’t come soon enough. My breathing was laboured as I and Veronica raced out of the hospital, embracing the cold evening air as it hit our faces. We had been brainstorming, spending most of the day weighing our options—whether Veronica should write a formal request to Luna, asking permission for me to stay with her and her family. It seemed like it was the only way forward instead of staying back in the pack if ever the information about my condition got out. Everything about the plan to request Luna’s permission was great, but there was one looming problem—her father. Would he even agree to this arrangement? It was a question that hung between us like a storm cloud refusing to clear up. The elevator finally chimed and the doors opened to the bustling grind floor, and as we hurried out, my shoulder collided with someone—hard. I stumbled back, almost falling if not for Veronica catching me just in time. I looked up

CHAPTER 69: The Kitchen DramaPyra’s PovVeronica and I stood at the edge of the dining room as Madraya stared intently at me. I couldn’t move; hell, I could barely even breathe. All my voluntary actions centered on the experience I had with this Seer. Madraya met my gaze; hers’ was unflinching, never staring away for even a second. “Have you met her before?” The sound of Mr. Hargrove’s voice shattered the silence of the house, and I turned to see him looking at Madraya, his eyes holding confusion. Madraya gave a cold smile, one that spoke of something that could shatter my very existence. “Let’s say we had a little hope—““Okay, Dad.” Veronica interrupted Madraya, facing her father. “We just came back from a long day in the hospital and need much rest. So…we need rest."Veronica’s father, Mr. Hargrove’s eyes narrowed on Veronica. “Do not interrupt my conversation,” he then turned to Madraya. “Have you met her before?”Madraya kept a close eye on both of us as she turned in our d