All Chapters of The Alpha's Dragon: Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

The Sand Fang froze, terror rooting them in place. Even Lanky's face paled at the sight of him.“You… you’re—” Lanky gasped, his eyes widening at first , fingers twitching uselessly at his sides. His jaw worked, words caught somewhere between disbelief and fear. His eyes darted over Mangolia’s hulking form, pupils narrowing, teeth gritting.“A… werewolf,” he spat, voice low and venomous, each syllable dripping with disgust and fury. A collective hiss of disapproval arose from the Sand Fangs.Werewolves were hated among the jackals. The jackals felt the werewolves thought themselves superior to other canine families, so despite not having they guts to fight the werewolves. Who honestly cared little to zero about their opinions. They just hated them instead.Fangs bared, Mangolia’s growl rolled over the rooftops, a warning carried by the wind. “No more games,” he growled, voice raw, eyes burning. He tilted back his head, letting a feral howl that pierced through the evening sky.At his

The path wound toward the forest, moonlight dripping through branches above them. Kruel walked ahead, massive and silent.Mangolia scowled at his back hard.“You fight well,” Kruel said casually, as if commenting on the weather. “For a boy.”Mangolia scoffed. “Should I blush?”“You’re strong,” Kruel continued, ignoring him. “Powerful instincts. Good footwork. A bit wild, but interesting. I can understand why you were quite confident. "“Oh, please,” Mangolia hissed, his leg kicking the dried wooden branch in front of him. “If you think flattery makes me like you, you’re delusional.”Kruel huffed a low amused sound. “Your young spirit is quite refreshing.”Mangolia rolled his eyes. “I'm so honored to refresh your ancient bones.”Kruel’s lips twitched. “and you also have quite the mouth."“I'll be accepting your donations. Nothing's for free, least of all this entertaining mouth.”Kruel gave him a long, unreadable glance over his shoulder. “We’ll see.”Mangolia shifted uncomfortably.“W

"We've arrived." Kruel's deep voice rang over his shoulders as he stepped behind to open the now battered door, the children still in chains came out. Five men walked toward Kruel, engaging him in a conversation. Mangolia recognized the men's aura as the ones who pursued after him then, they must have followed behind their wagon. They turned, their eyes sharp as they scanned the children as if counting their numbers. One walked behind Ripo , shoving him and others in front of him, in the direction he wanted them to go.“Keep walking,” he snarled. His voice rasped like bark scraping against stone.Mangolia grunted, spitting a mouthful of saliva to the dirt. “You could at least offer your guests some water” he muttered. The back of a hairy fist cracked against his jaw before the words even finished leaving his lips.“Speak again,” said the chimpanzee, “and I’ll use your tongue for the ritual right now, rather than waiting for you to adjust.” his lips unfurled in an ugly grin, yellow