All Chapters of GAME OF ALPHAS : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 82: Memory Of The Dance Of Crimson Ashes.Luna Verona’s POV: It was afternoon. The midday sun filtered through the dense canopy above, casting fragmented light across the cobblestone path of the pack grounds. My heels clicked against the cobblestone below, followed by subsequent movement as I was flanked by Minister Elais on my right and Beta Thane to my left. But even though they were here, their presence offered no comfort to me; rather, it offered only irritation. If they weren’t so necessary, I’d have replaced them both a long time ago for their constant failings. “Still no sign of Madraya?” I asked, my voice clipped.Minister Elais slowed his pace down a little, his black cloak brushing the ground. “No, Luna. We’ve been tracking her even to the eastern ridge, but she must have sensed us coming for her. She vanished before we could secure her.”I stopped abruptly after hearing his words, spinning to face him. “What do you mean, vanished?” I asked, my tone icy. “I und

CHAPTER 84: Balance Over Dominance Alpha Maverick’s POV: The doors to the elevator opened, revealing a sterile pristine corridor bathed in white light. The walls seemed to shimmer faintly under the floor of the overhead panels, and as we walked in, the smell of something hit me instantly—sharp, synthetic, and overwhelmingly potent. I scrunched up my nose in disgust, my nostrils flaring as I fought the urge to throw up. “Apologies for the smell,” Dr. Monroe said without turning, his voice tinged with amusement. Despite his walking cane that supported his old stature, he moved with a deliberate gait, his cane clicking sharply against the polished floor. “This is my private lab. I suppose you could call it a guilty pleasure of mine. Had I gotten a head start I’d be hosting werewolves In this place, I would have toned it down.”I nodded in response, trying to get used to the foreign chemical smell. I felt Natalie, Minister Blackthorn, and Daemon walking behind me, with Daemon occasio

CHAPTER 86: Mother Meets Daughter Pyra’s POV:“Is that not why you’ve been searching so desperately for me all these while, Verona?” Madraya said, her gaze intent on Luna Verona. “T-this isn’t possible, H-how?” She stammered, her gaze flickering between my face and Madraya until they finally fixed on Madraya. “If you knew. Why didn’t you report yourself to the main pack house in my office?”“And why would I do that?” Madraya spat, her voice like a whip, slicing through the heavy silence. Her gaze was sharp, daring Luna Verona to contradict her. “What did I ever do to warrant reporting myself? No Verona. You’re the one who is and has always been wrong, Verona. None but you.”The tension in the room felt like a storm waiting to break. Luna Verona’s gaze burned with icy intensity, but Madraya stood her ground, her thin frame somehow commanding a presence as strong as Luna's.“You have been so focused on no one sitting on the Crimson throne except your mate that you have neglected what

CHAPTER 88: The Exciting News Pyra’s POV“Veronica?” Luna Verona stood straighter, her regal form regaining. “How kind of you to join us.” Veronica’s eyes danced across from us, before finally meeting Luna Verona. “Ummm, pleasure is all mine, Luna.” She threw a questioning glare my way but I was too shocked to even move nor respond. “I-I only came to give Pyra some medications and her routine job… I-she… I wasn’t expecting anyone to be back here at home…” she trailed off, her incoherent words echoing in the room. “Hmmm, I understand.” Luna Verona voiced. The room was silent as everyone stared nervously at each other. I turned away from Veronica when our eyes met but Madraya was the one to spoil my silent escape. “And Pyra, is there anything you would like to tell Veronica?”Shit. “What’s going on?” Veronica asked, stepping closer into the room. She must have realized something was off as Luna wasn’t even angry that the seer who had been running from her was in her home. Luna t

CHAPTER 90: Find RykersMaverick’s POVNothing. There has been no progress yet. I paved the length of the room, my thoughts tangled in the web of our stalled mission. Daemon sat in one of the chairs around the dining table, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his laptop keys, Natalie sat by the corner, busy with her phone. And Minister Blackthorn, he was somewhere in the house. “Have you seen anything yet?” I asked, stopping mid-step.He paused, his sharp eyes flicking to mine. “Nothing yet, Alpha.”I exhaled deeply, glancing over at Natalie. Despite the calm facade she excludes, I knew she was still seething, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Natalie,” I began, my voice softer than usual. “I just wanted to thank you for all of this—for putting aside our differences and focusing on what matters.”Her gaze snapped up, her expression unreadable. “I will do anything to protect my pack, Maverick,” she said evenly, though her words carried a razor’s edge. “Even if the Alph