All Chapters of The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The sky outside the cockpit of the Aeolus wasn’t black; it was a violent, churning bruised purple, lit from within by jagged veins of lightning that didn't strike down, but arced horizontally across the clouds. The heavy transport plane was no longer flying; it was falling with style, shuddering like a dying beast as it punched through the outer wall of the artificial hurricane known as the "Storm's Eye."Inside the cockpit, the noise was deafening—a cacophony of screaming alarms, groaning metal, and the roar of engines choking on ionized air."Altimeter is gone!" Finch screamed, his voice cracking into a pitch that hurt human ears. His fingers were a blur on the holographic interface, but the readouts were bleeding red static. "Navigation is blind! I can't see the deck!""I don't need eyes," Jack gritted out. His hands were locked onto the flight yoke, his knuckles white, veins bulging like steel cables under his skin. The "Keyhole" sc

The "Container City" was a deathtrap. The narrow alleys between the rusted steel boxes were choke points, perfect for ambushes. The fog was thicker here, swirling in eddies that looked like ghosts dancing. The ground was slick with oil and rainwater, making every step treacherous.Jack took point, his pistol raised, his Alpha senses fully extended. He could feel the Scavengers moving around them. They were in the walls of the maze, climbing over the tops of the containers, silent and hungry. He could smell their anticipation. They were herding the mercenaries, separating the weak from the strong, picking off the stragglers.But they were watching Jack's team too."Three contacts, left flank," Marcus whispered, his voice barely audible over the wind.Jack looked. Through a gap in the crates, he saw a squad of three Crimson Hounds moving cautiously. They were sweeping the area, their thermal goggles glowing green. They were heading straight for the intersec

The slamming of the heavy blast door behind them was final, a thunderous punctuation mark on their narrow escape from the Flesh Factory. Jack Sterling stood in the sudden quiet, his chest heaving, the smell of burnt hydraulic fluid and ozone clinging to his skin. He could still hear the clack-clack-clack of the Cleaners’ legs on the other side of the steel barrier, a relentless, chittering hunger that was momentarily denied."Is everyone clear?" Jack asked, his voice echoing in the dim, blue-lit corridor. He turned to his team. They were a mess. Ben Carter was shaking uncontrollably, wiping greasy sludge from his hands. Hayley was hyperventilating, her face pale. Finch was tapping furiously on his wrist-comp, his expression grim. Marcus, ever the soldier, was already checking the seals on the welded door, ensuring it would hold.But it was Catherine who drew Jack's attention. She was standing a few feet away, her back to him, staring into the darkne

The air in the maintenance crawlspace was thick enough to chew. It tasted of scorched ozone, burnt hair, and the lingering, copper tang of fear. Above them, through the thin metal grating of the ceiling, the sounds of the massacre continued—the hiss of liquid nitrogen meeting bone-deep fire, the screams of mercenaries dying in a trap set by their own employer, and the robotic, emotionless commands of the Council Shock Troopers.Jack Sterling dragged his body forward, his elbows scraping against the riveted steel floor of the ventilation duct. Every inch was a battle. His tactical suit was shredded at the shoulder, the Kevlar weave hanging in tatters, revealing skin that was bruised purple and black. The heat from the inferno below radiated through the metal, turning the crawlspace into a slow-cooker."Keep moving," Jack rasped, his voice rough from smoke inhalation. He didn't look back. He couldn't. If he stopped, the exhaustion clawing at the back of his mind wo

The final echo of the Cerberus Unit's destruction faded, leaving only the sparking sizzle of the broken sonic device on the floor. The massive circular blast door, its lock disengaged by the death of its guardians, began to groan. Ancient hydraulics, dormant for decades, awoke with a sound like tectonic plates shifting. The door ground open, inch by painful inch, revealing the heart of Alcatraz.A blast of hot, ionized wind hit them, carrying the smell of burning ozone and raw, unfiltered power. Jack shielded his eyes against the sudden glare."My God," Ben Carter whispered, his voice trembling. "It's... it's the center of the world."They were standing on the precipice of a colossal, cylindrical cavern. It was a hollowed-out space inside the island’s volcanic root, easily a kilometer wide and stretching down into an infinite, lightless depth. The walls of the abyss were lined with towering machinery—cooling rods the size of skyscrapers, conductor co