All Chapters of My Alpha is a Lunatic: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

My reaction was pure instinct. The shockwave hit, a wall of heat and sound that tried to pulp me against the trees. I threw on the S-Class Armor, its power a faint, flickering hum after its recent abuse. It was just enough. The force lifted me, a ragdoll in a hurricane, and hurled me clear of the island.I hit the water hard, the cold a slap after the inferno. Surfacing, I choked on salt and smoke.And I watched it happen.The entire island—the resort, the woods, the nightmare—vanished in a rolling fireball. For one glorious second, there was nothing but churning water and falling debris. A clean slate. My breath caught.Then, the world stitched itself back together.It was silent. Insidious. One moment, ruin. The next, the pristine, mocking silhouette of Paradise Island was back, palm trees swaying gently against a smoke-stained sky. Lights twinkled from the main building. I could even see the distant figures of staff moving along the paths, utterly unperturbed.Just as Liam said. De

I rubbed my ears, the sound grating against my nerves. I didn’t get up. I didn’t move toward the door.After everything that just went down on the beach, anyone knocking that urgently wasn’t bringing good news. They were bringing trouble. My policy on trouble was simple: ignore it and hope it finds someone more interesting to bother.Let them knock. If the noise attracted something hungry from the woods, that was their problem, not mine.One thing I’d confirmed in this hell-resort: the bungalow doors were keyed to the occupant. If I didn’t open it, it stayed shut. This dark, quiet space smelling of dried grass and salt was my only sanctuary. My armor was dead, my Purification Water gone. This was all I had.I assumed the knocking would stop. People get bored. They move on.I was wrong.The knocking didn’t stop; it escalated into a frantic, pounding rhythm. A voice joined it, sharp with mock panic. “Hey! Teammate! Open the damn door! There’s something out here, and it’s not friendly! Y

The silence after Wren’s chilling announcement stretched, thick and suffocating. I watched Liam’s face, the careful mask of the pragmatic veteran finally cracking. Fear, raw and immediate, flickered in his eyes. Good. He should be afraid.Spark was a mess of quiet sobs in the corner, hugging her knees. The grief was a tangible thing, a third presence in the room, sour and desperate. I felt nothing for it. My own emptiness was a cleaner fuel.“We need a plan,” Liam finally said, his voice low and strained. He wasn’t looking at me.“You think?” I said, the words flat. “Sunrise is a hard deadline. He’s not bluffing.”He shot me a look, frustration warring with that new fear. “A little gravity, Kiera. A little respect for the predator waiting to tear us apart.”I tilted my head. “Would crying help? If you think it would, I’ll give it a shot right now.” I blinked rapidly, forcing my eyes to glisten with manufactured tears.He just stared.“No?” I let the false emotion drop. “Then what do y

The silence after the storm was the loudest thing I’d ever heard. Dust motes danced in the slashes of dawn light cutting through my ruined walls.Liam was the first to move, a shadow detaching itself from the corner. “He’s gone. For now.” His voice was gravel, worn down by the long night. He didn’t look at me. “That threat… it shouldn’t have worked on something like him.”“But it did,” Spark breathed, her eyes wide as she stared at me from her huddled position on the floor. The hostility was gone, replaced by a raw, trembling awe that made my skin crawl. She thought I’d been ready to die for them. A noble sacrifice. The irony was so thick I could taste it, metallic and bitter.“It means he answers to someone,” Liam said, finally meeting my gaze. His was full of a cold, calculating dread. “Someone with a global reach. Someone terrified of exposure.”I just shrugged, the movement casual even as my mind raced. A higher power. A puppeteer. Another piece on the board I needed to burn. “Goo

After confirming the same story from a dozen hollow-eyed tourists, I stopped asking. The pattern was clear. A glowing figure in the water. A song in the night. A lure to the heart of the island.I turned away from the decaying beach. The other players had clustered together like scared sheep. Liam was there. So was Spark. Even the bald bastard, Locke, was holding court.Spark saw me and waved, a frantic little gesture. I ignored it. I walked in the opposite direction.Last night, Jenna had gone somewhere. She’d felt a call. She’d come back… changed. That place held answers. Maybe the core of this whole sick Instance. Daylight was safer. At least, that was the lie I told myself as I headed for the island’s dense, shadowed interior.“What’s her problem?”Locke’s voice, grating and loud, carried across the sand. I didn’t look back, but I could feel his glare between my shoulder blades.“We’re all here, and she just walks off? That’s a clear message. She’s not cooperating. Going solo.” He