Semua Bab The Love Game With Enemy Alpha: Bab 51 - Bab 60

SYRA“What?” I exclaim, my voice cracking as I stare wide-eyed at Adrian. “What the hell? How the hell are you here?”He doesn’t look at me. His eyes are locked on the horizon beyond the edge of the cliffs, where the valley stretches into an endless ocean of bluish-green mist. It shimmers like liquid glass under moonlight, floating with tiny glowing motes—pixie-like dust that dances on unseen currents.There’s a tugging sensation in my chest, a strange pull, like a song only I can hear calling out from the mist.Adrian steps forward, his hands in his pockets, casual as always—but his voice isn’t. “Well, Sunshine,” he says with a sigh, “hate to tell you this, but... you’re trapped in your awakening.”“Trapped?” My brow furrows. “Trapped where? I don’t feel—” I blink rapidly, the air thickening. “What awakening?”He turns toward me, mouth opening—then stops.A blinding figure emerges ahead of us, cutting through the veil of dust like a blade of light. She doesn’t walk—she glides. Her

PHILIPPA STEINHART WHITE LUNA“How is he?” Adrian’s voice broke the heavy silence, low and hoarse.I looked up slowly, my fingers still gently wrapped around Oliver’s limp hand. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor was the only sign that life still clung to him, thin and fragile like threadbare silk.Adrian stood at the door, his frame shadowed by the hospital light. Beside him was Syra, quiet, holding a small basket of fruit.“Still not responding,” I said quietly, my voice raw from hours of silence. I forced myself to my feet, legs aching from sitting too long.Adrian frowned, taking one look at me. “You look like hell. Go get some rest.”“I’m fine,” I muttered, turning back to Oliver, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “I need to be here when he wakes up—”“Phil.” His voice was firmer now. “Go get some rest.”“I said I’m fine, damn it!” I snapped, louder than I meant to, the words shaking.In a flash, Adrian stepped forward and grabbed my shoulders, lifting me slightly off

SYRA“Blessed Luna?” Luiz let out a sharp chuckle, setting his glass down. “What the actual hell did I miss while being locked up in this room?”Linda walked in, settling a tray of coffee on the center table. “So… what exactly is a Blessed Luna?” she asked, curiosity peeking through her usual calm demeanor.“It’s an urban legend among the wolf clans,” Jackson chimed in, grabbing a mug. “A powerful figure, born with unmatched abilities. Supposedly destined to rise when the wolves are on the brink of collapse.”“Honestly, I always thought it was just one of those bedtime stories,” Elizabeth added, folding her arms, “But wait—are you saying you’re the Blessed Luna? That’s insane!”I let out a small laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “Yeah, well, I still can’t wrap my head around it. I mean, seriously? Me? Of all people?”“What do you mean, Syra?” Becky leaned closer, nudging me playfully. “Why not you? You’ve literally ticked all the boxes. And hey, now we’re besties—obviously that c

NEW GEN MOONHART PACKALPHA MAXWELL“I won’t sink into what’s going on—we all know why we’re here,” Adrian said, making that same annoying speech of his, the one that always sounded like a war anthem wrapped in smugness.It had been nearly a decade since the twelve of us last sat in this room together—our original headquarters back in Ngong Hills. Isolated, silent, and cloaked in mist most mornings, it was the perfect base. We all loved this place—the sharp breeze, the cold air, the quiet that wrapped around the hills like a shield.The meeting room was long, military in build—metallic walls, a war table at the center, and seats aligned like we were still those twenty-something overachievers competing with the old wolves on high-tier missions. We even had our own quarters at the back, designed for long-term stays.We were Moonhart—the new generation pack. Twelve of us, aged between twenty and twenty-eight when it all began. We bonded over the chaos of youth, purpose, and that relentl

WHITE CARNAGEBLUE CARNAGE: GABRIELLE SMITH“So, I’ll be in charge of the operation,” Judith announces as she stands by the tall glass window, her silhouette framed against the glittering city skyline below.“Was baiting them with the Solace Project your idea too?” I ask, settling into the seat across from Kane, who’s already lost in the slow pull of his vape. “I mean, there’s no way you could’ve just known Syra was the Blessed Luna, right?”She lets out a dry chuckle, swirling the wine in her glass before taking a sip. “Where I was raised, there was a legend—one that spoke of the return of the Alpha King and the rise of the Blessed Luna. Let’s just say,” she turns slightly, eyes gleaming under the low lights, “everything pointed to her. So I set the bait. I’ve waited for this moment longer than I can remember.”“And what happens if you finally go viral with your identity?” Zacharia chimes in from the shadows. “Are you prepared for that fallout? It’s been, what, ten years since you l