All Chapters of The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The transition from unconsciousness to wakefulness was usually a gradient, a slow climb from the depths of sleep. For Jack Miller, it was a collision.He gasped, bolting upright, his lungs clawing for air that wasn't filled with the acrid smoke of burning jet fuel or the copper tang of blood. Instead, the air was cool, filtered, and smelled faintly of lavender and ozone.He wasn't on the grey beach. He wasn't in the wreckage of the Valkyrie.He was in a bed. And not just any bed—a mattress that felt like it was stuffed with clouds, wrapped in sheets of Egyptian cotton so high-thread-count they felt like silk water against his skin.Jack blinked, his eyes adjusting to the soft, ambient amber lighting of the room. It was a suite. A massive, soundproofed stateroom with mahogany paneling, a ceiling that mimicked a starry night sky, and a floor-to-ceiling panoramic window that looked out into the crushing blackness of the ocean depths.

The jungle didn't breathe; it suffocated.Jack Sterling hacked through a wall of vines with his Damascus machete, the blade singing through the fibrous green curtains. Sweat dripped from his nose, stinging his eyes. The heat was oppressive, a wet blanket that wrapped around his lungs and squeezed."Humidity is at 98%," Haley wheezed from behind him, checking a manual hygrometer she had dug out of Ben's survival kit. "We are literally breathing soup.""Keep moving," Jack ordered, not slowing his pace. His eyes scanned the dense undergrowth, his Alpha senses on high alert. But in the "Green Hell," his senses were overloaded. The sheer volume of biological noise—the buzzing of insects, the rustling of leaves, the distant calls of unseen beasts—was a cacophony that drowned out specific threats."Jack," Marcus rumbled, his minigun held at the low-ready. "Something's off. We've been walking for two hours. No birds. No monkeys. Just... silence."

The dawn in the Amazon did not break; it bled.Light filtered through the triple-canopy rainforest in suffocating shades of bruised purple and sickly yellow. The air was no longer just humid; it was heavy, pressing against the skin like a wet wool blanket.Jack Miller stood at the edge of the "Silent River," staring into the abyss.The river didn't look like water. It looked like flowing obsidian. It was black, opaque, and terrifyingly smooth. There were no ripples, no eddies, no whitecaps. It moved with the sluggish, oily viscosity of mercury."Physics check," Haley whispered, crouching by the bank. She picked up a dry twig and tossed it into the water.Usually, wood floated.The twig hit the surface and didn't even bob. It was swallowed instantly, sucked down into the black depths as if gravity worked harder there."Specific gravity is off the charts," Haley tapped her sensor readings, her face pale. "This isn't just water. It&rsquo

The adrenaline from the battle with the Titan Anaconda began to fade, leaving behind a cold, hollow ache in Jack’s bones. But in his right arm, the fire was just beginning to kindle.They moved deeper into the "Dead Zone," leaving the colossal carcass of the snake behind to rot in the grey ash. The landscape was a monochromatic nightmare of petrified trees and silent dust, but as they marched toward the looming black Pyramid, the environment began to shift again.The grey ash gave way to a slick, black moss that covered the ground like a velvet carpet. The petrified trees were replaced by twisted, fleshy growths that looked less like vegetation and more like exposed muscle fibers rising from the earth.Jack stumbled.The world tilted on its axis. The horizon smeared into a blur of violet and charcoal."Jack?" Marcus’s voice sounded underwater. "You good?"Jack shook his head, trying to clear the static. "Fine. Just... heat exhaus

The silence inside the Pyramid was not the silence of an empty room. It was the silence of a held breath.Jack led the way, the red flare sputtering in his left hand, casting long, erratic shadows against the obsidian walls. The air here was cool, dry, and smelled faintly of antiseptic and old copper—a stark contrast to the humid rot of the jungle outside."This isn't a temple," Haley whispered, running her hand along the wall. "Look at the seams."Jack looked closer. The walls weren't carved blocks of stone. They were interlocking plates of a matte-black composite material. Where the plates met, faint blue light pulsed rhythmically, like blood moving through a vein."Bio-architecture," Jack noted. "The Alphas grew this place.""It's a machine," Ben muttered, his voice echoing in his helmet. "A giant, stone-eating, vine-covered machine. I hate it. Can we leave?""Not until we get the flower," Marcus grunted from the rear. He had finall