Chapter Fifty Eight

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• The Love Game With Enemy Alpha   Chapter Sixty Nine

  THE CRIMSON PACKTHE GOTHIC LUNAShots rang out like angry thundercracks in the distance. Chaos—wild, feral—was fast approaching, and with it, death stirred in the frozen wind.“They are finally here!” Liroy snarled, tightening his grip on the trembling girl he dragged forward. The virgin human. The other—the virgin wolf—knelt beside her, wide-eyed and dazed. The prophecy hadn’t specified which virgin the Megetsune required.How... amusing."Shall we begin?" hissed the creature beside me, its voice bubbling with bile. Black fluid dripped from its cracked lips, and with it, obsidian scales unfurled from his neck like rotting armor. The air turned foul, heavy with rot and old blood.Before I could respond, a shattering explosion split the silence—ice and smoke flaring into the night sky like a scream.From the shattered ground, three shadows emerged—no, they marched through the blast, their auras undeniable.Luke of Moonclaw, steel-eyed and deadly calm.Alden of Moonhart, the silent bru

• The Love Game With Enemy Alpha   Chapter Sixty Eight

  THE CRIMSON PACKAlpha Jorge – Mount Kenya Expenditure MissionWe arrived just past dawn.The sky was a cracked sheet of ash-grey, the wind sharp with the bite of altitude. Mount Kenya loomed like an ancient god—unmoving, cold, and unforgiving.At the foot of the trail, I raised my hand.“Fifteen of you will stay back,” I ordered sharply, my voice cutting through the thin air like a blade. “Place yourselves as we planned. Flank the three known entry points and wait for the signal. When they arrive, don't engage unless I give the call. They’ll have a plan too—be smarter than them.”No one spoke. They just nodded and faded into the fog like phantoms.The rest of us moved swiftly, not running but gliding over the rocks like shadows trained for war. Within minutes, we reached what he called the door to hell.And there he was.Leaning casually against a jagged rock wall, like this was just another morning hike. Human skin draped over his form—early thirties, white, blond hair that shimmere

• The Love Game With Enemy Alpha   Chapter Sixy Seven

  UNSEALING THE BEAST: THE AWAKENING OF THE ALPHA KING: ACT ONETHE EXPENDITURE: VANGUARD ALUIZ KAMAUIt was just past midnight when we stepped out of the truck.The sharp altitude of Point Lenana bit into our lungs. The air was thin—unwelcoming—and everything felt still. Too still. Only the whisper of crickets, the distant hoot of a mountain owl, and the crunch of our boots against gravel accompanied our descent.The silence wasn’t just quiet—it was dead. Hollow. As if the mountain itself held its breath.A shiver—part cold, part dread—ran down my spine.We had arrived.This was the edge. The line between civilization and the mouth of hell. And the Union decided to paint that line red.And leading us? Of all people?Oscar. Fucking Oscar. The one man whose vocabulary made demons flinch.The First Vanguard, that’s what they called this specialized attack force. Union elite. Weapon masters. Killers, not thinkers. If we were the scalpel, they were the fucking chainsaw.Oscar stood a few

• The Love Game With Enemy Alpha   Chapter Sixty Six

  SYRA“No way, Syra,” Adrian says, blocking the hallway like a stubborn wall in a black shirt and rolled-up sleeves. His jaw is locked, brows furrowed like he was about to scold a toddler. “You are not joining the expedition.”“What the hell, Adrian!” I bark back, slapping my hand to my chest. “I’m not a porcelain doll—I’m stronger now. I can handle it!”“She’s right, man,” Oliver chimes from the couch, his voice raspy but composed. He was half-wrapped in a blanket, the color still not fully returned to his cheeks. His condition had slowed him, but his eyes were sharper than ever. “Much as I hate to admit it, her abilities are exactly what we’ll need out there.”“Exactly,” I nod, throwing a pointed look at Adrian, who looks two seconds away from blowing a fuse.“Yeah, cousin,” Phil adds, walking in like she owns the entire living room, her heels clacking against the tiles. She places a coffee mug in front of Oliver and casually plops onto the armrest. **“She’s not just the ace—she’s th

• The Love Game With Enemy Alpha   Chapter Sixy Five

  JULY 25, TWENTY-FOUR HOURS TO ALPHA KING AWAKENING AND RELEASE OF THE SECOND FACE.ASHER“What the hell are you saying?!” Kate yelled, storming after me as I brushed past her, my boots echoing hard against the marble floor. “Are you for real right now? Joining them? I mean, are you actually insane?”I didn’t stop walking.“All packs are required to join the assault,” I said coldly. “It’s the only reasonable course of action. I have to participate.”“What?” My mother’s voice chimed in sharply behind me. “Are you serious right now, son?”I halted. My shoulders stiffened, back still turned to them.“Are you really trying to suck up to her? Asher, really? This is about Syra, isn’t it?” Kate accused, her voice dripping with resentment.I turned slowly, meeting their stares with mine. I had heard this same damn argument on repeat for the last week. Over and over again—like a damn broken record.“You think I don’t know what I’m doing?” I asked, jaw clenched. “You think I’m just blindly ru

• The Love Game With Enemy Alpha   Chapter Sixty Four

  JULY 26SYRA“Listen… I get you!” I breathed out, my voice trembling as my eyes locked with hers—no, its.The creature standing before me was not fully her anymore. Her eyes glowed a haunting blue, bright as a flame beneath still water, and jagged, obsidian-black teeth peeked through her grin. She was… twisted. Ferocious. But deep inside that monstrous shell, I could feel her. Syra. Scared. Cornered. Drowning under the weight of something dark—something ancient.She took a step forward, and the emergency alarm blared through the building. I had made it just in time.Behind me, through the restaurant glass, I could see people evacuating in a scramble. Nathan had triggered the emergency system—smart, quick. But now I had to keep her here. Alone. If she reached the kitchen, the others wouldn't stand a chance.Nathan had warned me about this face. “The Possession Face,” he’d said. “Unpredictable, ruthless. Even the real host won’t remember a thing. Don’t hesitate, Syra. Stall it. Whatev