Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Love Game With Enemy Alpha: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

SYRAThe engine purred low as we turned out of Kileleshwa, the city stretching out ahead like a living painting — all glass buildings, noisy streets, and warm golden haze melting.I kept my face tilted toward the window, pretending the view fascinated me.Truth was, I was just avoiding her gaze.Phil.I could feel her watching me. Every turn of the road. Even when she didn’t say a word — her presence wrapped around me like a taut string, ready to snap.God, this was awkward.Ever since our last meeting, she’s been… around. Too around. Popping up in spaces I never expected her to be. Today? She showed up at my board meeting. Uninvited. Asking about me.I didn’t even know where she was taking me now — she just said “Get in”"So tell me, Syra, what is it about you?" she asked suddenly, her voice silk.I blinked, still watching the city blur by."What do you mean?" I asked, giving her the safest chuckle I could muster.Her eyes flicked toward me, sharp and amused."Come on — girl to girl.

PHILIPPA STEINHART WHITE LUNABeing the eldest girl in the Steinhart family comes with a truckload of responsibility—especially when your mate is Alpha Oliver Jade Kendo, a brilliant but completely unhinged scientist. Yeah, that guy. The one who thinks blowing stuff up counts as “progress.” And don’t even get me started on my mother—The Blue Moon Luna, Jessicah Lidya Steinhart. She’s a legendary nutjob in her own right, half goddess, half madwoman with a lab coat.Thankfully, I got my classic temperament from my dearly departed dad—RIP to his calm, level-headed soul. Compared to the circus I grew up in, I’m practically a saint. But don’t mistake “classic” for soft. Between brawling for the CEO seat with our golden boy, Adrian, and running the entire Steinhart Artifact Recovery Division, I barely have time to breathe.Especially now.The Memory Crystal. The one thing I’ve studied, hunted, and prepped my whole damn life to acquire. It’s not just another relic. It holds a record—a rec

LINDA I adjusted my glasses again, more out of habit than necessity, though in a room like this, formality felt natural. The space was lavish—expensive by every stretch of the word. Shelves of ancient tomes lined the walls, everything impeccably arranged, dustless, pristine. A low exhale escaped me as I took it all in.Around the room, five individuals moved with precision—men in white lab coats and cobalt gloves, carefully placing rare artifacts into reinforced glass casings. Some of those relics I’d only ever seen in books; others, not even then. Their presence was overwhelming—each item humming with history, power, and secrets.“What exactly is going on, Syra?” Janey finally asked, breaking the silence that had thickened around us. I wanted to ask too, but my awe had glued my curiosity to my throat.We were standing inside the heart of Steinhart’s main headquarters—Westlands. A place I thought we’d never step foot in. The branch office back in Kileleshwa had always seemed impressi

SYRAInhale.Exhale.Again. And again.“Are you serious?” Adrian chuckles from the other seat, already half out the car with the door hanging open.“Oh, I’m dead serious,” I mutter, shooting him a hard look. “I’m about to meet members of one of the most powerful, influential Houses in Kenya—the strongest pack with elite werewolves.” I throw my hands up. “This is like a rat stepping into a den full of lions. I deserve to be nervous.”He laughs, the sound smooth and careless, his signature smirk tugging at those sinfully sculpted lips. “Well, if you’re a rat, you’re the sexiest damn rat I’ve ever seen in that dress. So maybe chill out a little?”He steps out, still grinning.I turn to the mirror, checking my makeup with shaky hands—just in case. Lip gloss? Fine. Liner? On point. Confidence? Fluctuating.He opens the door fully and offers his hand with a playful bow. “Shall I have the honor?”I take it, fingers locking with his, and we walk down the long, expansive pavement. The house to

PHILIPPA STEINHART WHITE LUNA“How will it work?” I ask Oliver the moment I step away from my conversation with Syra.He doesn’t answer right away—just reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out the purple orb, placing it carefully on the bedside table. Its surface shimmers faintly in the dim light, catching the silver sheen of the moon filtering through the window. Then, without a word, he begins undoing his coat buttons, slow and deliberate.“Well,” he finally says, sliding his arms out of the sleeves and tossing the coat onto the nearby chair, “if she really is the Blessed Luna, the globe will glow a bluish green.”“Okay… so when will it glow?” I ask, curiosity threading through my voice.He doesn’t answer.He just smirks.My mouth parts in realization. “Oh, shit…” I chuckle, raising a brow. “You’re serious?”He walks toward the dresser, grabbing his pajama bottoms with a shrug. “Can’t you feel it?” he murmurs. “It’s already begun.”My grin stretches as I throw myself onto the bed