Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

The wind didn't just blow; it hated.It was a physical entity, a white wall of malice that shoved, bit, and screamed. The temperature had dropped to something that made Fahrenheit and Celsius irrelevant. It was just death degrees."Move!" Jack screamed, though the sound was snatched away by the gale the moment it left his blue lips.He leaned into the wind, his good arm wrapped around Olivia’s waist, not for romance, but for ballast. If they let go, the wind would toss them like discarded candy wrappers into the black abyss of the non-freezing sea behind them."My goggles are freezing to my face!" Ben Carter wailed. He was stumbling along, dragging the corner of the bio-glass block that contained Valerius. "I can literally feel my eyelashes becoming icicles! If I blink, my eyes will fuse shut!""Then don't blink!" Hailey yelled back. She was walking backward—because apparently, that was "aerodynamic"—and holding onto the other side of the b

The problem with myths is that people forget the monsters in them were usually guarding something you really, really didn't want to visit.The thing standing in front of the Fenris Gate wasn't a dog. It was a tank wearing a fur coat.It stood twelve feet tall at the shoulder. Its body was a grotesque fusion of vat-grown muscle and matte-black titanium plating. Three heads sat upon a thick, armored collar—the left and right heads were organic, snarling wolves with cybernetic eyes, while the middle head was completely mechanical, a smooth, faceless visor that glowed with the building intensity of a collapsed sun."It’s Cerberus," Valerius whimpered from behind a rock. "The Gatekeeper. It eats... everything.""It's charging up!" Ben screamed, his voice cracking. "The middle head! It's a particle cannon!""Scatter!" Jack roared.He tackled Olivia to the right, sliding across the slick ice. Marcus grabbed Ben and Hailey and threw them—liter

Fire is energy. Cold is the absence of energy.To make something cold, you don't add "coldness." You take the heat away.Jack Sterling stood before the blast door, his back to the inferno. The air temperature on the catwalk was passing 300 degrees Fahrenheit. His hair was singing.He placed his palm on the lock mechanism."I am the heat sink," Jack muttered.He opened the floodgates of his Entropy channels. But instead of pushing power out, he pulled it in.He drew the heat from the door lock. He drew the heat from the air around his hand.Normally, this would cook him alive. But he directed the energy, shunting it through his body and dumping it into the moisture in the air behind him.Behind Jack, a strange phenomenon occurred. The superheated steam suddenly flashed into snow. White flakes swirled in the middle of the firestorm.The lock mechanism on the door turned white with frost. The metal groaned as it contracted rapidly.CRAC

The darkness wasn’t empty. It smelled like lavender and neurotoxins.Jack felt gloved hands grabbing his shoulders. He felt the cold, hard floor against his cheek. He heard the muffled sounds of breathing through respirators."Subject Zero secured," a voice said, sounding tinny through a mask. "Vitals are low. He went down fast.""Too fast," another voice replied, sounding suspicious. "His file says he has a metabolic resistance to sedatives.""He's half-frozen and exhausted, Doctor. Just tag him and bag him. The Council wants him intact for the Rebirth Ceremony."Jack let his body remain limp. He focused on his breathing—shallow, imperceptible. He kept his eyes shut, but his other senses were screaming.He counted the footsteps. Four sets of heavy boots (guards). Two sets of soft soles (scientists)."What about the others?""Dispose of the defect (Valerius) and the beast (Marcus). Keep the girl and the tech-guy for processing. We

The silence of the Arctic underground was not empty; it was heavy. It pressed against the eardrums like deep water, a suffocating weight that smelled of ozone, ancient dust, and the metallic tang of impending violence.We stood before the Great Gate of Nea-Thule. It wasn't just a door; it was a testament to a civilization that had looked at the laws of physics and laughed. The gate was a massive iris of dark, unknown alloy, embedded into the ice wall like a pupil in a frozen eye. But right now, that eye was staring down the barrel of a very modern, very lethal gun."Well," Haley whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she adjusted her snow goggles, which were fogging up from her nervous breathing. "That looks expensive."She wasn't talking about the gate. She was talking about the blockade.The Council of Elders hadn't just left the front door unguarded. Set up in a semi-circle around the entrance were twelve automated turret emplacements—the "Heimdall" series. I recognized them fr