บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Hardest Game : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

The eastern mountain corridor was a jagged, treacherous fissure carved through sheer granite walls that rose hundreds of feet into the howling white sky. Here, where the thermal winds of the hidden valley were utterly cut off, the arctic blizzard raged with unbridled brutality. Thick sheets of dry ice swept across the narrow road, reducing visibility to less than ten yards and turning the sheer cliff edges into invisible death traps.Inside the climate-controlled cabin of the heavy transport, the ambient air vibrated with a dangerous, electric quiet.Jake kept his massive hands locked onto the heavy steering wheel, his broad forearms tensed beneath his dark thermal coat as the multi-axle tires bit deep into the icy crust. Beside him, Avery sat completely composed. Her dark coat was buttoned tight to her throat, her gloved fingers resting lightly on her knees. Beneath her collar, the liquid silver pendant of Aethelgard emitted a faint, steady warmth against her skin, sending subtle wav

The journey back from the frozen, unmapped frontier to the fortified heart of the central territory felt like crossing the boundary between two completely different worlds. The howling, brutal blizzards of the north gradually surrendered to the crisp, freezing rain of the lower mountain passes, washing the remnants of snow and ice from the heavy, matte-black chassis of the all-terrain transport.By the time Jake navigated the massive vehicle down the final paved incline toward the High Command’s primary citadel, night had fully fallen. The towering, monolithic steel gates of the Compound stood tall against the dark sky, flanked by heavy concrete watchtowers and reinforced battlements.As the transport approached, the colossal barricades slid open on silent hydraulic tracks, granting the High Alpha and his mate unquestioned entry into the sovereign sanctuary.Inside the vast, floodlit staging courtyard, a full tactical vanguard was waiting. Dozens of elite officers, dressed in dark win

The reopening of the university campus for the spring semester brought an energetic rush of activity back to the brick quad and sprawling research pavilions. Snow had yielded to the crisp, clear air of early spring, and students flooded the walkways once more, discussing upcoming midterms, campus athletic schedules, and upcoming regional academic symposiums.To an outside observer, the idyllic routine of the prestigious institution remained untarnished. Yet beneath the mundane surface, an undeniable shift had occurred—one that centered entirely around the biochemistry pavilion and the High Alpha’s circle.Avery walked down the sunlit corridor of the advanced research wing, carrying a leather-bound folder containing her latest notes on subterranean mineral composition. She wore a fitted navy wool coat over a cream silk sweater, her dark hair neatly framed around her face. At her collarbone, discreetly resting beneath her high neckline, sat the liquid silver pendant of Aethelgard.She n

The confrontation in the academic atrium sent a quiet, seismic shockwave rippling far beyond the borders of the university quad. Within twenty-four hours, the humiliated Envoy Marcus had retreated to the Western Regional Alliance’s headquarters, delivering a report that left the elder traditionalist councils in absolute disarray. The rumors of an unstoppable platinum energy and an untamed authority residing beside the High Alpha were no longer dismissed as northern folklore; they were recognized as an undeniable political reality.Recognizing that the time for secrecy had passed, Jake and Avery departed the university district before dusk, escorted by a heavy tactical motorcade back to the High Command’s central citadel.The primary war council chamber—a monumental hall of dark granite and polished glass suspended over the central fortress—was filled to capacity. Assembled around the massive obsidian council table were the high commanders of all five military sectors, senior tactical

The morning sun rose crisp and clear over the High Command’s central citadel, casting long golden light across the paved courtyards and marble administrative arcades. The lingering frost of late winter had finally melted away, replaced by the fresh, invigorating warmth of early spring.Inside the sprawling ground-floor pavilion of the primary administrative complex, the atmosphere was charged with purposeful energy.Avery sat at a large carved mahogany desk covered with parchment scrolls, digital data pads, and territorial registries. She wore an elegant fitted dress of deep charcoal wool, the platinum pendant of Aethelgard resting against her neck like a quiet, luminescent crown. Beside her stood Leo, sifting through a stack of newly submitted baseline residential applications."I still can't quite get used to this, Ave," Leo admitted with a low chuckle, shaking his head as he stamped an official seal onto an integration grant. "Three months ago, a baseline from the outer fringes cou