Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Love Game With Enemy Alpha: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

ADRIAN“You’re serious? After all that—vomiting, groaning, collapsing—you just want red oranges?” I nearly choke on my own chuckle as I watch her lean against the bathroom wall, completely worn out. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion—but she was dead serious.“What? You’re the one who woke me up, so yeah. Red oranges,” she mutters, barely lifting her head.“Red oranges… in the middle of the night?” I exhale through my nose, pinching the bridge. Then I grin. “Screw it. Let’s make it romantic.”Ten minutes later, I pulled into Quickmart’s half-lit parking lot, still slightly amused, still half asleep. The idea was simple: grab the damn red oranges, get back, and put her to bed.I head to the fruit aisle, find the juiciest batch of red oranges, and then… I look up.She’s gone.I swear I left her seated by the car. Where the hell did she go?And then, like something out of a comedy sketch, I hear it. Packet crinkling. Loud, unmistakable. Like a raccoon in a

JULY 26SYRA“Listen… I get you!” I breathed out, my voice trembling as my eyes locked with hers—no, its.The creature standing before me was not fully her anymore. Her eyes glowed a haunting blue, bright as a flame beneath still water, and jagged, obsidian-black teeth peeked through her grin. She was… twisted. Ferocious. But deep inside that monstrous shell, I could feel her. Syra. Scared. Cornered. Drowning under the weight of something dark—something ancient.She took a step forward, and the emergency alarm blared through the building. I had made it just in time.Behind me, through the restaurant glass, I could see people evacuating in a scramble. Nathan had triggered the emergency system—smart, quick. But now I had to keep her here. Alone. If she reached the kitchen, the others wouldn't stand a chance.Nathan had warned me about this face. “The Possession Face,” he’d said. “Unpredictable, ruthless. Even the real host won’t remember a thing. Don’t hesitate, Syra. Stall it. Whatev

SYRA“No way, Syra,” Adrian says, blocking the hallway like a stubborn wall in a black shirt and rolled-up sleeves. His jaw is locked, brows furrowed like he was about to scold a toddler. “You are not joining the expedition.”“What the hell, Adrian!” I bark back, slapping my hand to my chest. “I’m not a porcelain doll—I’m stronger now. I can handle it!”“She’s right, man,” Oliver chimes from the couch, his voice raspy but composed. He was half-wrapped in a blanket, the color still not fully returned to his cheeks. His condition had slowed him, but his eyes were sharper than ever. “Much as I hate to admit it, her abilities are exactly what we’ll need out there.”“Exactly,” I nod, throwing a pointed look at Adrian, who looks two seconds away from blowing a fuse.“Yeah, cousin,” Phil adds, walking in like she owns the entire living room, her heels clacking against the tiles. She places a coffee mug in front of Oliver and casually plops onto the armrest. **“She’s not just the ace—she’s th

THE CRIMSON PACKAlpha Jorge – Mount Kenya Expenditure MissionWe arrived just past dawn.The sky was a cracked sheet of ash-grey, the wind sharp with the bite of altitude. Mount Kenya loomed like an ancient god—unmoving, cold, and unforgiving.At the foot of the trail, I raised my hand.“Fifteen of you will stay back,” I ordered sharply, my voice cutting through the thin air like a blade. “Place yourselves as we planned. Flank the three known entry points and wait for the signal. When they arrive, don't engage unless I give the call. They’ll have a plan too—be smarter than them.”No one spoke. They just nodded and faded into the fog like phantoms.The rest of us moved swiftly, not running but gliding over the rocks like shadows trained for war. Within minutes, we reached what he called the door to hell.And there he was.Leaning casually against a jagged rock wall, like this was just another morning hike. Human skin draped over his form—early thirties, white, blond hair that shimmere

VANGUARD BALPHA MAXWELLThe ringing in my ears intensified—like screaming metal inside my skull. I groaned, every muscle seizing, the sharp sting of blood pooling somewhere near my brow. My vision was off. My body ached.We had walked right into a trap.Pitch-black smoke rose from the collapsed ridge behind me. A pit had opened beneath us, and some of our squad didn’t make it out.“Max…”Her voice was soft. Abby.I scrambled over the rubble—my eyes caught the outline of her body sprawled against a boulder, snow smeared crimson around her. Her right hand… was gone. Just a torn, burning stump.“Abby!” I gasped, tearing off my shirt. My hands were shaking as I wrapped the cloth around what was left of her arm, tying it tight. “Hold on! You hear me? You’re going to be okay—”Her breathing was ragged, her face ashen.“You… need to leave me,” she whispered, “I can’t… I’ve lost too much blood…”“Shut up,” I snapped, eyes burning. “Save your strength. Focus on healing, don’t dare give up.”B