Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge With My Billionaire Supreme Alpha: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Adeline Smith, a five-foot-seven, 22-year-old omega and the only daughter of Baron Smith, the leader of the Crimson Pack, stood behind her easel in the pack's massive garden. The evening sun made the garden sparkle, and a gentle breeze danced through the air, rustling the leaves of the oak trees and making Adeline's long, blonde hair flow around her shoulders. She held a palette and paintbrushes with her fingers dappled with different colors.In front of Adeline was one of her maids, Valerie, posing for her. Her eyes were focused on a distant point, trying to maintain her position despite how awkward it felt standing still for so long. Adeline narrowed her eyes, studying her carefully, as if trying to capture not just Valarie's features but her spirit as well. "Move a little bit to the left, Valerie," Adeline instructed, tilting her head slightly while waving her hand to indicate the adjustment. “Something doesn't feel right.” Valarie complied, shifting her weight, and asked, "Is th

Enzo Laureati, the 28-year-old supreme alpha of the Moonlit Pack. He was a blue-eyed, tall man with a muscular build. His skin was fair, and his dark brown hair was tied back into a neat bun. Enzo sat in the backseat of his black Rolls-Royce with a phone pressed to his ear. "Yes, Father.” He nodded, his voice sounding bored. "I've already handled it, and I'm on my way back." He ended the call with an irritated sigh, his fingers tapping idly against the leather seat. He looked up and caught a glimpse of his driver’s face in the rearview mirror. "Andrei, can you speed up?" Andrei, a standard alpha and Enzo's personal bodyguard, nodded. "Of course, Supreme Alpha." Just as he stepped on the gas, a figure suddenly darted into the road, coming to a stop directly in front of the car. Andrei slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt halt. Enzo frowned at the sudden stop, his gaze snapping to the rearview mirror. "What the hell, Andrei?" He growled, "Do you not know how to drive

The door to the Moonlit Pack’s meeting room creaked open, and Enzo Laureati strode inside, followed closely by Andrei. The room was bright, with a large chandelier hanging down and a long table dominating the center. Enzo took his place at the head of the table, directly across from his father, Damien Laureati, who was seated at the opposite end. The six councilmen, three on each side of the table, rose from their seats as Enzo entered. In unison, they bowed their heads and greeted him, “Welcome, Supreme Alpha.” Enzo acknowledged them with a brief nod and a raised hand, indicating they could sit. His hair was tied into a messy bun, with a few loose strands falling over his face. Enzo settled into his chair, crossing his legs with his elbow propped on the armrest, supporting his head. He gazed across the table at his father, his expression bored and mildly irritated. “Why have you called me here? I've been busy all week, and I’m exhausted, so whatever it is, make it quick.” His

Enzo shook his head, leaning back in his chair with a smirk on his lips. He seemed to be enjoying Adeline’s frustration. “It sounds ridiculous that your entire pack was wiped out, just like that.” He let out a throaty laugh, pinching the bridge of his nose as if the thought was too absurd to take seriously. “Didn’t they have any sort of defense? Are the alphas in your pack a bunch of weak idiots?” Adeline’s gaze dropped to the floor, her fists tightening by her sides as the memory of the attack replayed in her mind. She had no words to respond to his mockery at the moment. Enzo waved a dismissive hand at her, as if brushing aside her pain. “None of that matters now.” He leaned down to her height, flicking a finger at Adeline's forehead and making her flinch. “From this moment on, in return for me saving your life, you’ll be my servant.” He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. “And you will address me as Master or Supreme Alpha.” Adeline’s eyes shot open wide, shock

Adeline sat on the floor, sighing every few seconds as she stared blankly at the room around her. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she felt like giving up. That thought made her even more angry and disgusted that she even thought of such. She flicked her hair back with a scoff, rolling her eyes. “I’m getting the hell out of here, and nothing is stopping me.” She slowly got up and marched over to the desk beside her bed, yanking open the drawer. Inside, she found a few rubber bands, a brush, and a hairpin. Her eyes narrowed as she picked up the hairpin, a memory flashing in her mind. She recalled her father’s survival lessons, especially the one where he taught her how to pick locks with a hairpin in case of emergencies. She chuckled, amazed that something she barely paid attention to could be her way out. She crouched in front of the door, bending the hairpin carefully until it took the shape she needed. She chuckled to herself as she inserted it into the key