Semua Bab The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge: Bab 161 - Bab 164

The extraction from the Amazon river delta had been a blur of rotor wash, mud, and the metallic taste of adrenaline crashing into exhaustion. Now, the silence of the Leviathan—the Ouroboros faction's flagship submarine—was absolute, a heavy, pressurized quiet that felt less like peace and more like the holding of breath before a scream.Jack Sterling stood in the decontamination airlock, the hiss of sterilization jets spraying a fine, chemical mist over his battered tactical gear. He didn't blink. The harsh white light of the chamber reflected in his eyes, which were currently devoid of the golden Alpha fire, replaced by the dull, leaden weight of a man who had seen too much.In his left hand, the human one, he held the containment canister. Inside, the Ghost Orchid pulsed with a soft, ethereal bioluminescence, a heartbeat of pure white light floating in suspension fluid. It was beautiful. It was the price of admission. It was the only reason they

The radiation alarm on Jack's wrist wasn't just ticking anymore; it was practically beatboxing.Click-click-click-zzzzzt."I hate this song," Ben Carter muttered, his voice echoing inside the fishbowl helmet of his MK-VI 'Survivor' suit. He waddled through the overgrown streets of Pripyat like a heavily armored penguin, his servo-motors whining with every step. "Can't we turn it off? It's messing with my vibe.""Turn it off, and you won't know when your skin starts melting," Catherine said, her voice cool and crisp over the comms. She walked beside Jack, her movements fluid despite the heavy thermal suit. Frost formed on the ground wherever she stepped, a small mercy that seemed to dampen the radioactive dust.They were deep in the city now. Pripyat wasn't just dead; it was preserved, like a bug in amber. Soviet propaganda murals still clung to the crumbling walls—heroic workers gazing at a future that had exploded in 1986. But the air... t