Semua Bab The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The entrance to the Night Market was not a place you could find on any map. It was a tear in the fabric of reality, a shimmering distortion of air tucked away in the grimy, forgotten alley behind a 24-hour laundromat in Queens. To the mundane eye, it was nothing more than heat haze rising from a sewer grate. To those who knew, it was a doorway.Jack held the small, obsidian coin in his palm. The Permanent Access Key, won from the hulking corpse of the Night Market's former enforcer. It was cold to the touch, and as he approached the distortion, it began to hum with a low, resonant energy. He could feel it tugging at something deep within his blood, a vibration that sang in the key of ancient pacts and hidden things."You're sure about this?" Marcus asked, his hand resting instinctively on the concealed handgun under his jacket. He stood a few feet back, a stoic guardian watching his charge step toward a shimmering impossibility. "A place like this... information is nev

Catherine Sterling was not a woman who waited to be rescued. While Jack was waging wars in boardrooms and the shadowy corners of the city, she was waging her own, quieter war in the gleaming, sterile heart of Sterling Industries' most secret R&D division. Her throne was not a chair in a boardroom, but a command console in a laboratory buried three hundred feet beneath the Nevada desert, the official headquarters of the 'Aegis Project'.The F-01's terrifying rampage, the existence of werewolves, the sight of Jack's supernatural power—these things had not broken her; they had ignited a cold, furious fire within her. Her world had been cracked open, revealing a new, terrifying layer of reality governed by teeth and claws, not contracts and bylaws. And Catherine's response to a new paradigm was always the same: analyze it, understand it, master it, and, if necessary, build a weapon to destroy it.She had convened a secret summit, pulling the top five minds from S

The name “Prague” hung in the air of the command center like a drop of ink in clear water, slowly unfurling into a complex, darkening cloud. It was the nexus point, the geographical improbability where two completely separate threads of Jack’s new life had inexplicably converged. Ouroboros, the ghost from his past, and Fenris-Rage, the poison of his present, were both waiting for him in the City of a Hundred Spires.“It can’t be a coincidence,” Catherine stated, her voice flat. She stood with her arms crossed, her sharp, analytical gaze fixed on the main monitor, where a satellite image of Prague was now displayed. The strategist had taken over, her mind already mapping out probabilities and threat vectors. “A single city linking a clandestine supernatural drug trade to the mysterious entity connected to your parents’ murder. The odds are astronomically against it. This is a deliberate convergence.”“It’

The Old Town Square was a sea of shifting shadows and flickering gaslights. Tourists ambled across the cobblestones, their laughter and chatter a strange, cheerful counterpoint to the tension coiling in Jack’s gut. He walked with a steady, unhurried pace, a lone figure moving with purpose toward the skeletal remains of the Alchemists' Guild, a section of crumbling archways and moss-covered stones tucked into a corner of the bustling square.Every sense was on fire. He could feel the cold, professional gaze from the clock tower, a pinprick on the back of his neck. He could taste the greasy avarice of the bounty hunters lurking in the doorways of the surrounding pubs. He could sense the spectral, web-like presence of Ouroboros, an indifferent observer to the unfolding drama. And he could feel the solid, reassuring anchors of Catherine in the cafe and Marcus on the rooftop. He was a king on a chessboard, isolated but not undefended.He reached the designated spot: a

“We have to move. Now,” Marcus’s voice crackled through their comms, laced with an urgency that bordered on grim. “Ivan’s retreating, but he’s initiated a lockdown protocol. He’s tagged you as a high-threat target to every local law enforcement and private security asset the Council has on its payroll in this city. They’re converging. We have a twelve-minute window before this entire district is sealed.”Jack pocketed the obsidian data chip. He, Catherine, and Marcus were now the most wanted people in Prague. Their carefully constructed cover as tourists had been blown to smithereens.“Rendezvous at the extraction point,” Jack ordered, his mind racing. “The west side of the Manes Bridge. Go!”The escape was a blur of cobblestone alleys and moonlit rooftops. Marcus, a bull in a china shop, cleared their path with brute force, while Jack led the way, his supernatural senses guiding them