บททั้งหมดของ GAME OF ALPHAS : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

CHAPTER 31: Down The LadderPyra’s povAs I lay on my bed, my mind was still reeling from the events of the past few days. Everything seemed to be playing in fast-motion, not giving me anytime to comprehend and understand what had just happened. I was restless. Overly restless. Three days had long passed since I’d avoided mingling with people, and when I mean people, I mean everyone. That included Veronica. I was still trying to process the strange occurrences happening to me. Trying to grasp the concept at least. I continued to lay in the same way but readjusted my position, wanting to become comfortable on the bed, but all my attempts proved futile. I groaned, fishing out my phone, and busied myself playing Candy Bust, trying to distract my mind from the twirling thoughts that threatened to consume me whole. The pack had given me a phone, a symbol of trust, and my new membership, but ever since I got it, I’d barely used it. At first, I was shocked. I had never been given a phon

CHAPTER 33: Painful Thoughts Luna Verona’s povI gazed out the window from the bed, the palace light twinkling like diamonds against the dark canvas of night. Three days now. For three days I have been confined to this hospital room and it has taken its toll. I let out a deep breath I didn’t know I was holding. The banquet preparations kept my mind occupied. I rubbed my temples, warding off the creeping headache. Ever since, Minister Elias’s suggestion had been a stroke of pure genius. We needed something to divert attention, to ease the tension between Alpha Sam’s pack and my pack that could be just what we needed to avoid all-out war. The tension was rising but a dine with the enemy would ease the growing tension. "No ill feeling, eh!" I smirked, recalling my earlier thoughts as I circled Alpha Sam's position on the seating arrangement plan. He didn’t know what game he had started. I would frustrate him to the breaking point. "We could as well place him right under the chande

CHAPTER 35: At The BorderLuna Verona’s povSlowly, I turned angrily to Minister Elais. My voice was low, but every word dripped with venom. “You told me that all Alpha Sam needed was recognition. You told me that...” I broke off, too overwhelmed by rage surging up inside of me. My gaze locked on him as I advanced slowly, each step towards him a calculated move. An angry growl erupted from me, my wolf ready to pounce. Elais’s eyes never wavered from mine as he took hesitant steps back, his eyes filled with fear. “L-Luna, it's not…”I didn’t let him dare finish his lame excuse, instead interrupting him with a sharp growl. “It was all your idea, All yours! You told me to bid for peace, and now I’ve lost one of my own. Hell! He wasn’t the only one in that vehicle!” The room plummeted with tension, in the sterile hospital. The betrayal cut deep, he was one I trusted fully.Beta Thane, always the one of reason, attempted to intercede, his arms raised slightly in a peace sign, “Luna, let'

CHAPTER 37: The Gaze Of The Whisperer Pyra’s pov It was all so confusing. I struggled to make sense of what Veronica just said, her words making my brows furrow. Sir Wilson—who the hell is he? What treaty had he been pursuing? How did a peacemaker get ambushed? Questions swirled in my mind as I tried to catch up with the ongoing situation. The sheer absurdity of a peacekeeper getting ambushed tickled a dark corner of my mind. I couldn’t help as a giggle escaped me before I could suppress it. Shocked by my reaction, Veronica turned back to meet my eyes. “Cut it out, Pyra," Veronica said, her tone serious, though her eyes betrayed her amusement. "I'm trying, Vee, but it's not every day you hear about a peacekeeper getting home injured," I retorted, my amusement attaining its peak as laughter bubbling up again, a stark discrepancy to the severe atmosphere around us. Our laughter seemed to reach others around us and a senior nurse turned sharply, glaring at us. "You two need

CHAPTER 39: Let Me Bear The Pain With YouAlpha Maverick’s PovI paused, her simple words stopping my sip of tea.Pyra? I stared at her for a few seconds and then my gaze narrowed on the file, and just right there, the photograph of Pyra sat. Her familiar crimson eyes seemed to shine beyond the pages, her vibrant red hair filled the photograph. Immediately, guilt washed over me, remembering that night—the last time I saw her. I could still feel the sting from my words that night and the way I treated her. It was all my fault. “Pyra, where are you?” I thought, my mind racing with regrets of my action. She had been taken into this pack after her former home was raided by the Moonblood pack under the direct order of Alpha Sam Moonblood. My sadness must have been palpable because my mother stared at me with a worried expression. “Are you alright, Son?” My mother’s voice broke through my