All Chapters of The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The moon, not yet full, hung like a silver hook in the sky, its cold light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Sterling family study, casting long, distorted shadows. An unsettling silence had descended upon the entire city, the kind of heavy quiet that precedes a storm. It was a tangible pressure, a weight on the chest that made every breath feel deliberate.Jack stood before the window, his reflection a faint outline against the sprawling city lights. The metropolis glittered below, a galaxy of circuits and ambition, yet tonight, it felt like a hunting ground. He could almost feel the predatory gaze of his rival, Kyle, fixed on this very mansion. The psychological warfare had already begun.It started subtly. An hour ago, the main power grid to the Sterling estate flickered and died. The emergency generators kicked in with a low hum, plunging the opulent mansion into a sterile, half-lit state for a disorienting three seconds. It was too precise to b

The countdown was a death knell, each descending number a hammer blow against Jack’s already frayed nerves. Three minutes. One hundred and eighty seconds to defeat a raging, magnetically supercharged demigod who had now turned into a walking, ticking time bomb. The rooftop, already a landscape of shattered concrete and twisted metal, began to tremble as the energy emanating from Kyle’s chest reached a critical, unstable pitch.The pain in Jack’s ribs was a white-hot scream, but he forced it down, compartmentalizing it into a box in the back of his mind. Pain was a luxury he couldn't afford.Kyle was no longer a strategist, no longer a taunting rival. The raw energy of the dying meteorite had burned away his reason, leaving only a core of pure, berserker rage. He was a cornered, mortally wounded animal, and that made him infinitely more dangerous. His eyes were no longer cunning; they were twin pits of emerald fire, devoid of all thought save for the d

The victory was hollow, the celebration short-lived. The shadow of Kyle’s defeat was instantly eclipsed by a far larger, more monstrous one: the Fenris Council and their "incubator." The war was over, but a new, more terrifying campaign had just begun. There was no time to rest, no time to savor the new power Jack wielded. A new clock was ticking.In the subterranean command center beneath the Sterling estate—the true nerve center of their operations—Aria projected a three-dimensional schematic of the abandoned Black Rock iron mine. It was a tangled mess of shafts and tunnels burrowing deep into the earth, a scar on the face of the nearby mountains."I've been running simulations on the manifest's sub-data," Aria said, her avatar pointing to twelve distinct red markers within the 3D map. "These containers are sophisticated. They're fitted with bio-energy sensors. According to the design specs, if the internal energy readings spike to a critical level,

The victory over F-01 was hollow, leaving a bitter, metallic taste in the air that had nothing to do with spent gunpowder. It was the taste of a deeper, more complex fear. The timer on the central console was a relentless, blinking red eye, now showing just over 39 hours remaining. Each second that ticked by felt like a drop of water in a vessel that was about to overflow."We can't just blow them up," Marcus stated, his voice grim as he paced before the row of ominous, frost-covered pods. He had already run a dozen demolition scenarios through his head, and each ended in catastrophe. "The energy readings Elara is getting suggest these things are linked to a central power core. A brute-force breach could trigger a chain reaction. We could be looking at an explosion that would level this entire mountain."Elara, her face illuminated by the holographic interface projected from her wrist, nodded in agreement. Her usual confident energy was replaced by a focused intensity.

The man’s name was Leo. He was shaking so violently that Marcus had to steady him as he was brought into the brightly lit laboratory. The transition from the dark, uncertain night into the cold, clinical heart of his former prison was a shock to his system. His eyes, wide with fear, darted from the armed soldiers to the row of humming pods, and finally, to Jack. In Jack, he saw the source of the call, and he visibly flinched, lowering his gaze in a display of pure, instinctual submission."You said you can open it," Jack said, his voice leaving no room for games. He didn't have time for them. The clock showed less than 18 hours."Yes, Alpha," Leo stammered, the honorific slipping out unbidden. "There's a maintenance override. A backdoor. It was designed for Dr. Thorne to use in case the primary biometric system failed during an emergency lockdown. It requires a physical palm print, but it's keyed to a generic technician's profile, not his specific one. But you al