บททั้งหมดของ GAME OF ALPHAS : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

CHAPTER 12: Restricted RoomPyra’s POV:It's been weeks since I joined the Fireheart Pack. It was so surreal, but yet, everything I had dreamed about for a normal life. I wasn’t bullied by everyone in the pack, I wasn’t called a freak, and I wasn’t beaten or maltreated.My new future had been navigating the grand castle-like pack house, which never seemed to have any end as it stretched far beyond. I was both thrilled and intimidated by the opulence of the Fireheart Pack and how they respected each other, irrespective of your status. Well, most of it anyway. I had only visited the castle when summoned by Luna Verona, though, most of the time escorted by a pack guard or by Beta Thane. The inside of the pack and also the pack house was too large for me to memorize within only a few weeks. Everywhere felt like uncharted territory, and no matter if I hated saying this, I relied on the escort of Beta Thane and his ever-so-watchful eagle eyes through the labyrinthine halls. It really i

CHAPTER 14: The Healing SmilePyra’s POV:I grappled for air, my breath utterly escaping me, leaving me gasping in desperation. Everything was moving too fast—too quick to get a concept of a thought. The cacophony of rushing blood filled my ears, deafening me, and I trembled with the utmost fear that gripped me like a second skin, my heartbeat thundering like a stormy night, threatening to shatter my chest, its ferocious deep contraction threatening to burst through my rib cage any moment now. My whole body shook from the intense fear that engulfed me. I couldn’t breathe, staring at the figure as if it had shown me my worst fears. I couldn’t stand up, no matter the amount of force I applied or how much I tried; I simply lost control of my being. I had nothing else to do but stare at the figure as it watched me in silence. “Rhaella.” It called again, and I was finally able to understand everything. That name was the same as what the red-headed man in my dream called me. “Blood wa

CHAPTER 16: Potion Making Pyra’s POV My mind drifted into the far distance, further than I ever thought. It was consumed by so many thoughts, but few stood apparent, threatening to destroy whatever sanity I had left: the mysterious figure in the restricted west wing. What was it? Why did it show me those visions? What was the blood war? And why were there so many deaths? And why did it call me by that same name that has been called by that red-headed man in my dream, always? Why does everything feel so mysterious? Rhaella! That name. Who does it belong to? Maybe, just maybe, the red-headed man in my dream is the same as that cloaked figure in red in that west wing. That could only be the explanation, right? Questions racked in my mind, threatening to explode the little sanity I had left as I was lost in thought, unaware of my surroundings. I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, but I didn’t react to it. I was too engrossed in my mind-questioning to reply. “Pyra…”

CHAPTER 18: The Council Meeting Luna Verona’s POVAs I walked the halls leading to the conference room, I stopped, causing Beta Thane to halt abruptly behind me. “Thane?” “Yes, my Luna,” he answered, his voice laced with concern and confusion. With my back to him, “If you ever interrupt me like that again, I will have your head.” I turned my face to look him in the eyes in which he averted his gaze immediately, “Am I clear?” I asked.“Yes, my Luna.” “Good.”The large doors to the meeting conference room opened as I got a few feets to them. I swept into the council meeting, my head held high as my presence commanded respect and silence reigned the room immediately.My eyes swept through the nine men each seated around the large table, scrutinizing and daring any of them to demean my power. The men all rose to greet me, their faces a mix of respect, and inches into their wrinkled faces was wariness. They should be worried, for I will never heed their demand and let someone take wh

CHAPTER 20: I Command The WindLuna Verona’s POV:I slowly stood up from my seat, walking closer to the large window that oversees the whole Pack’s fields that stretched for miles. Momentarily, I caught a glimpse of red hair before it was gone. I shook my head slightly, clearing my eyes before I caught it again. The mop of red hair that sat on her beautiful delicate face. I was silent as I watched Pyra walk hand-in-hand with Veronica, the potion-maker, to where I could only assume was the infirmary. "To believe what, Minister Elias?” He was about to speak but I stopped him again, losing interest in whatever he wanted to say and instead, focusing on one thing in mind. "Any news about my mate, Minister?" I asked my voice firm but laced with a hint of desperation. I had ordered them to keep searching. They said he was dead but I haven’t felt our connection break. It was still there, small and barely above a spark but it was there. I believe he might be alive, somewhere, despite ev