All Chapters of The Alpha's Dragon: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Get him." Lanky's voice rumbled, dark and commanding. "and bring my money to me." His voice dropped menacingly low. The words barely left his lips before the gang surged at Mangolia, eyes wild with anticipation, teeth bared, eager to tear Mangolia down.Mangolia bared his fangs wide, a growl ripping from his chest as he rushed at them in equal excitement to prove his strength. His hands closed around a jackal’s neck, lifting him slightly off the ground, then effortlessly slamming him against the wall with a thud that echoed through the alley."Come at me." Mangolia taunted and Lanky's eyebrow rose, a flicker of amusement passing over his face.Without wasting time, two jackals lunged at him. Mangolia ducked under their swings with precision, but his ankle caught against a sturdy stone. A grunt followed as he stumbled, rolling till he hit hard against the wall. His teeth flashing as he spat blood. His mind raced. As if to answer his distress. Shadows loomed at the edge of the alley

“You keep pushing me,” Mangolia growled through a clenched jaw, every word trembling with the effort not to explode.Kruel bared his teeth, a slow, feral unfurling. “Then push back boy.”His voice dipped, shameless."I enjoy a good foreplay amidst the tussle of fists." soft chuffing sounds followed his revelation as his hand swung forward and backward in excitement.Mangolia groaned in annoyance, rushing sloppily at Kruel, his body crouched low to confuse Kruel. In a swift motion, he sprang up and hurled his fist straight at Kruel’s jaw.Kruel’s head tilted aside with the lazy interest, barely dodging Mangolia's full-force punch. Mangolia’s knuckles punched nothing but air, and Kruel’s lips split into a wicked grin.“That’s adorable,” he declared in a loud voice, pleasure evident in his gaze as his gaze darkening as he slid his tongue across his lips with a slow, deliberate smack.His eyes flashed with predatory delight, and he opened his arms wide, welcoming any form of chaos Mangoli

“So any plans of escape?” Mangolia cleared his throat, his voice, low yet firm , carried through the tight spaceNo one answered. The smallest boy in the middle, lifted his head, his clavicles popping out like dried twigs, his small head dangled on his thin neck as he tilted his head at Mangolia. “What a fool.” He snarled bitterly “do you think you can escape from the clutches of this wicked man? We are small, he is big, even a blind can see we stand no chance against that monster, so-”“You underestimate yourself.” Mangolia interrupted. “If we move together, one man cannot overpower us all.”The little boy smirked.“You must have been taken for ransom,” the boy started. His voice was soft, but something about it made the others glance his way, wary. “Fancy shirt, clean hands, freedom mentality. Definitely not one of us.”Mangolia straightened, tugging against his chains. “My suggestion isn’t because of my status but let me introduce myself. I am Mangolia Paul. My father will burn th

Morning came again in solemnity. Smoke still lingered over the camp, it was a daily ritual now, and the cries of newborns echoed faintly from the huts. The guards strutted proudly, their faces smeared with blood as if it were a badge of honor.Ligon sat by the pit wall, tracing patterns in the dirt with his fingers. Each mark mirrored the layout of the camp: guard routes, gate posts, armory huts, traps positionings, the stables, the wagon sheds, the route out of the forest. He had memorized them over the course of one week, he had been posted from one person's hut to another to work and at the end of each day, they are forced to watch one of them being taken and slaughtered for the ceremony.Mangolia stirred beside him. “You don’t sleep, do you?”“I do. You just sleep while I'm awake, through when I sleep and you finally wake while I'm awake again, what an....amusing individual you are.”Mangolia grimaced. “You’re talking like your sleep routine is normal.”“For me, it is,” Ligon said

Ligon’s claws dripped as he stepped over the fallen were-chimpanzee, gray fur bristling under the camp’s torchlight. The rest of the troop backed away in jittery grunts, unknowingly heading to where Mangolia stood....but one figure didn’t move.Kruel stood at the center of the camp, arms folded, grin stretched wide. “Rotten bones of the damned I've sent to hades has never seen anything so ....enrapturing” he drawled, eyeing the corpse at Ligon’s feet. “The little wolf pup grew fangs.” His gaze slid lazily over Ligon’s towering Lycan form. “Weren't you Mangolia's side piece? The one crying to let his friends go? Now you're standing before me in that adorable form, waiting for a challenge?” Kruel's laughter boomed loud into the quiet night, a warning echoing across the darkness to all whom he deemed prey.Ligon looked at Kruel squarely, his expression blank as the words rumbled from his wolf's lips “I suppose I can mark this as my first encounter with a big, blind monkey, with function