บททั้งหมดของ The Love Game With Enemy Alpha: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

SYRAAn agonizing throb pulses behind my eyes. Like needles clawing through my skull.A high-pitched ringing shrieks in my ears—sharp, screeching—like glass grinding against bone.My body aches. My fingers twitch as sensation slowly returns. I reach up, rubbing my temples, wincing at the sting blooming across my scalp. My mind is chaos, fragments crashing into one another—gunfire… screaming… the explosion… darkness.What happened?My eyelids flutter open.Bright. White. Unforgiving.A sterile smell—bleach, chemicals, and cold metal—wafts through the air. My throat feels dry. The mattress beneath me is stiff, unfamiliar. My clothes… different. A plain white shirt and linen pants. Everything is off. Too clean. Too quiet. Where the hell am I?I turn my head—there’s a woman beside me. Dressed in grey scrubs, her face expressionless, unmoving. She stares ahead, not at me.I jerk upright.“Who the hell are you? Where am I?” I demand, my voice hoarse but firm.No response.“Where are the o

ALPHA LUCIANThe mountain quaked again—this time, not like a tremor, but like the land itself was being torn open.A violent gush of power burst from the crater, glowing crimson red before being instantly devoured by a blue, nightmare-infused energy. It surged outward, swallowing the air, the ground, everything—a storm of dread and raw, terrifying force.The shockwave hit like a god’s breath. All of us—Alpha, Hunter, Guardian, Wolf—were hurled back, bodies slamming to the frozen earth as though gravity had tripled in an instant.Then— It roared.Not just a roar. A shrieking wail of hatred, fury, and age-old hunger that ripped through bone and marrow.Our knees buckled. Our ears screamed. And before us stood the stuff of legend turned nightmare.Seven feet tall.A colossal wolf, its skin forged like black iron, glinting with a metallic sheen. Blue glowing eyes burned like frozen stars—void of mercy, filled with wrath. Its breath steamed with shadow, and from its very core, the v

ALPHA LUIMER"Shall we begin? We don't have a lot of time," I mutter, my voice cutting through the humid silence like a blade.Justus, the last of the GreenMoonPack's bloodline, stands with clenched fists. You see, guardians always reappear from the old roots—the same pack, the same blood. You trace the past, you find the future. It was inevitable."If I do this—""I'll keep my bargain," I cut him off, my smirk a stain across my face. "Bring them in."Three are dragged in, struggling and snarling. Nathan, the Guardian from Naivasha, is among them. I’d been tracking him like a ghost in the dark, waiting for this moment."What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Nathan growls, thrashing against his binds.But I’m Alpha. And he knows what that means.I stroll forward, eyes locked, and with a single hand, I lift the girl beside him by the collar, raising her effortlessly off the ground."Perform the ritual," I bark. "Or they both die.""You're insane. We can't force—""You have no choic

ADRIANTwo Days LaterShe was still deep asleep. No change for the past two days.I sat motionless beside her bed, the soft beeping of the monitor the only thing reminding me she was still with me—still breathing.My fingers brushed lightly against hers, cold and limp. The moment stretched, filled with worry that felt heavier than anything I’d ever carried into battle.Then his voice came again—low, ancient, and echoing not in the room, but through the deepest part of my mind.“She will wake up soon.”I exhaled, jaw tight. “You said that that day too. When is this soon? Why hasn’t she woken up?”He chuckled. The sound was warm, knowing, but it crawled under my skin and irritated the hell out of me.“Impatience doesn’t suit you,” he said, and I could hear him clearer now, though I still couldn’t see his face. Only that blazing light, faceless and endless.“I’ve never been patient. Not with people I care about.”There was silence for a moment before he spoke again, voice low and calm.“

SYRA The soft scent of lilac drifted in the air as I leaned into her palm, her thumb gently tracing circles on my cheek like she used to when I’d get nightmares as a child.“Mum,” I whispered again, still unsure if saying it too loudly would break the fragile miracle in front of me.Janet Moonclaw smiled down at me, her silver lashes misted with tears. “My baby. Look at you… so grown, so strong.”Her fingers combed gently through my hair, brushing it behind my ear the same way she used to before bedtime stories. Every stroke was a heartbeat of comfort, a language that only a mother and daughter could speak.Next to me, Adrian’s hand found mine. Warm, steady. I turned and met his eyes. He didn’t speak, but his gaze said it all: You’re safe now.I pressed closer to Mum’s lap, my heart finally able to breathe after days of darkness and confusion. The room was quiet, reverent, the kind of silence that only came after something divine.Father cleared his throat gently from across the room