All Chapters of GAME OF ALPHAS : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER 71: Welcome To The Hargrove’s Pyra’s POV; Mr. Hargrove nodded, his eyes distant for a while. “The father of your children is after your life?” Madraya’s voice once again cut through the silence that filled the room. “Who is the father of your child?”“Oh, please mind your business, Madraya, especially when you’re in my house.” Mr. Hargrove glared at Madraya, but she only shrugged, getting up and walking to the small refrigerator located at the far end of the dining room. She opened it and took a drink of fresh soda. “And who in the hell has your permission to walk into my refrigerator, and take whatever you desire?” His voice was one of displeasure and shock as he stared at Madraya who mindlessly finished the can, gulping loudly as she rubbed her stomach in satisfaction, moaning in delight. I could feel the high level of displeasure of Mr. Hargrove from whence I sat, his face showed it all.Heavens; I felt annoyed too. Madraya’s antics, as usual, were intentionally provoc

CHAPTER 73: RiftMaverick’s PovThe gentle breeze and morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting warm beams of light onto the long oak dining table. The smell of freshly baked bread, brewed coffee, and scrambled eggs filled the air, but my appetite wasn’t the cause of my satisfaction this morning. Just sitting beside me was Beta Derick, and just across from me, sat my mother, seated at the head of the table, her mouth moving, mumbling about something I wasn’t paying much attention to, with Derick nodding along. Natalie sat beside her brother with a small smile on her face, almost as if the storms that had raged within her for weeks had finally settled. It was… unexpected.She looked different, glowing with an unusual light, her smile—no longer one of those tight, strained smiles she used to offer, but a genuine one. Looking at her now, it softened her sharp edges. She’d been so volatile ever since I ended things between us, her anger and resentment palpable. I didn’t b

CHAPTER 75: The Body Of Commander Connor Maverick’s POV:The sound of heavy footsteps followed behind me, echoing off the walls. The heavy iron door of the dungeon groaned as it swung open, revealing the dim, damp corridors of the place I loathed the most. I scrunched up my nose in disgust, the stench of decay mixed with damp stone assaulted my senses, making my stomach churn. This was one of the reasons my father hated this place. He had always avoided keeping prisoners locked here, instead, preferring banishment or death as a form of justice. I never understood why, but now that I was here, I affirmed he was right.The dungeon was no place for the living or the dead.As I walked into the corridor, my mind replayed an earlier event. I had never personally known this Commander, but his death weighed heavily on my mind. If father's methods were followed, Commander Connor would still be alive now. Banishing him would have been a suitable and fitting punishment for his crimes if need

CHAPTER 77: Oblivious Thane 2Pyra’s POV: The suffocating tension lingered in the air, the once so large room I had admired felt like an enclosed space, the walls closing in on me. Veronica rushed to Thane, her movements jerky with hesitation. “That’s what I wanted to tell you, Thane, but you gave me no chance!” She said, her voice trembling slightly but slowly regaining its edge. Thane’s sharp blue eyes darted between us, confusion etched into his features as he grimaced slightly. His orbs finally locked on me as he asked the question I had dreaded. “Pyra is pregnant?” His tone was incredulous, each word carrying the weight of disbelief.Even hearing it out made me freeze, my breath hooked in my throat as I struggled to respond. My gaze locked onto his, and I felt utterly exposed. Sitting on the bed, I was like a statue, powerless against the storm swirling in his expression.“Are you pregnant, Pyra?” Thane repeated when he didn’t hear my reply, his voice firmer this time, demandi

CHAPTER 79: The Red Thing Maverick’s POV:Attack? My pack is under attack?I wasted not even a second and left the office like it was on fire. What pack would dare attack the Fangborns?My pulse quickened, my instincts taking over as I headed for the door and out into the hallway. Behind me, I heard my mother’s voice calling out, her words urgent, but I ignored them. I had no time for explanations or any of her drama and self-righteousness. My people were in danger and they needed me. Just as I was about to leave the office door and race out into the pack yard, a hand grasped my arms, stopping me from med-stride. “What?” I snapped, turning to see my mother’s worried face. “I have no time for a dead commander and your self-righteousness. I have a pack—““Just be careful, son,” she said softly despite my rude words. Her words grounded me for a moment as I stared into her familiar sweet and kind eyes. My gaze softened, guilt creeping in for the way I’d spoken to her earlier. I no