Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha’s Glitch: The Dragon Architect’s Revenge: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The iron collar didn't just chafe. It was a living, breathing parasite that actively chewed through my flesh.Forged by paranoid Lycan sorcerers, the rusted band was practically welded around my throat. But where others just felt pain, my mind—naturally wired like a master architect—constantly mapped the flawed energy circuits of its ancient suppression runes. I could physically see the flow of their archaic magic. I knew exactly where the magical load-bearing points were, and I knew how to shatter them. I just didn't have the raw kinetic energy to trigger the glitch in its system. Not yet.For five years, I survived this constant, visceral agony by building an impenetrable, emotionless firewall in my mind. No fear, no anger, no panic. The collar fed on emotional spikes; so I became a void. Out here on the desolate, rotting edges of the White Mane Pack territory, humans were less than dirt, and I was just another ghost in the mud.Which was absolutely perfect. Because if this archaic c

The moment the Alpha's massive silhouette vanished beyond the ridge, the crushing pressure lifted, leaving the air tasting of stale copper and ozone.I didn't waste a second. I hauled Martha out of the thorny ravine, her frail body trembling violently against my chest. The skin beneath my iron collar was blistering and raw, the suppression runes humming a vicious, punitive rhythm that made my vision blur with white-hot needles of pain. Every heartbeat felt like a jagged piece of glass scraping against the inside of my skull. The collar wasn't just suppressing the dragon; it was feeding on my panic, using my own fear as fuel to torture me into submission.He’s going to the Fringe.The realization felt like a physical blow to the stomach. The Fringe wasn't just a slum; it was a cage filled with thousands of helpless human scavengers. It was a tinderbox of fragile lives. If a blood-frenzied Alpha descended upon it looking for something he couldn't find, it wouldn't be a visitation—it woul

"I am the glitch in your system."The words hung in the freezing air, heavy with the weight of a thousand dead dragons. For one suspended heartbeat, the world stopped spinning. The blizzard seemed to freeze mid-air.Then, the collar extracted its toll.My system diagnostics screamed critical failure. By allowing my eyes to shift, by pushing even a fraction of my draconic aura out to meet his, I had broken the cardinal rule of my own survival architecture. The ancient Lycan runes etched into the iron didn't just heat up; they triggered a localized magical EMP straight into my nervous system.My spine arched violently. The golden glow in my eyes shattered back into dull brown as a scream—raw, human, and agonizing—tore its way out of my throat.I collapsed sideways into the freezing mud, my hands desperately clawing at the metal digging into my windpipe. It felt like someone had injected liquid nitrogen directly into my veins while simultaneously setting my skin on fire. My architect's mi

The physical world—the suffocating room, the crushing iron, the agonizing lack of oxygen—ceased to exist.I didn't just breach his mind; I crashed through his mental architecture like a meteor striking a glass cathedral. The violent transition from physical asphyxiation to pure, digital-like consciousness left my senses reeling for a microsecond before my architect’s instincts took over.System environment: Hostile. Emotional interference: Extreme. Identifying power source…Xander’s mindscape was a terrifying, violent masterpiece. It wasn't a static room or a memory; it was a raging, perpetual blizzard of crimson and silver. Jagged mountains of raw, unfiltered instinct jutted into a sky burning with Alpha dominance.And standing at the epicenter of the storm was the Beast.It was Xander’s Lycan soul—a massive, spectral wolf made of starlight and blood, radiating a kinetic energy output so massive it defied my logical parameters. It snarled, baring teeth the size of broadswords, instinc

I didn't panic. Panic was a cascading error that led to complete system failure.While Xander tore out of the bathing chamber to intercept the breach, my architect's mind instantly shifted from recovery mode to tactical analysis. I pulled on the dry, black tactical clothes he had thrown onto the counter. My human body was still catastrophically damaged, but the raw Alpha blood I had just consumed was acting like a chemical overclocking agent. It burned violently in my veins, artificially sustaining my failing muscles and sharpening my senses to a razor's edge. I was running on borrowed time and borrowed power.Available draconic output capacity: 12%.It was a fraction of my true draconic power. If I tried to breathe phantom fire or shift my physical form, the cracked iron collar would instantly overheat and decapitate me. I couldn't fight as a dragon.But I didn't need to. I was the Architect. I didn't need 100% of a system's power to destroy it; I just needed to find the load-bearing