All Chapters of Bought by the Feral Billionaire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

High above the snow-capped peaks of the Frost-Spire Citadel, where the earth’s mantle gave way to the cold void of the upper atmosphere, the orbital drydock platforms of Vance Enterprises hovered like gleaming metal titans.For years, the public had believed these orbital stations were merely telecommunication relays and deep-space research modules. But down in the command suite of the Vance Aegis—now docked at the central orbital hub—the truth was on full display. The Midnight Empire was not merely a alliance of supernatural wolf packs; it was a trillion-dollar military-industrial superpower capable of projecting corporate and magical force across the entire planet.In the center of the bridge, a holographic projection of the Earth rotated slowly. Five glowing red streaks—the battle-fleets of the Eastern Dragon-Wolf Dynasty—were burning through the outer thermosphere, their trajectory locked directly onto the Northern Keepers' territory."Calculated time to atmospheric entry: sevente

The heavy atmosphere on the bridge of the Vance Aegis felt like stretched steel on the verge of snapping. The ambient hum of the orbital station’s dark-matter engine was completely drowned out by the tense, suffocating silence that followed Prince Zhao’s revelation. High above the curvature of the Earth, illuminated only by the faint green ribbons of the northern aurora, the projection of the Eastern Dragon-Wolf prince hung in the air like an arrogant specter.Clara stood motionless, her hands tightly cradling her four-month-old son against her chest. Within her veins, the ancient white-gold frost-fire—which she had always believed to be the pure, unblemished bloodline of the Northern Keepers—pulsed with an unfamiliar, violent rhythm. For years, she had believed her mother’s power was simply an extraordinary manifestation of northern winter magic. But looking into the cold, luminous eyes of Prince Zhao, the puzzle pieces of her mother's dark past fell into place with terrifying clarit

 The Imperial War Room beneath the Midnight Citadel was an immense subterranean amphitheater forged from raw basalt stone and reinforced with meteor-iron plating. At the center of the vast stone floor stood a circular holographic projection table, forty feet in diameter, displaying real-time orbital telemetry, planetary defense grids, and atmospheric thermal signatures.Above the table, heavy banners of void-black silk bearing the silver crescent and golden solar halo of the Sovereign Eclipse hung in silence.Outside the Citadel, the arctic wind howled through the mountain passes, but inside the War Room, the atmosphere was suffocatingly hot, saturated with the aggressive, territorial scents of fifty distinct Alpha wolves.The leaders of the fifty greatest werewolf packs across the globe—from the frost-clad territ

 The deep, subterranean archives beneath the Frost-Spire Citadel were bathed in the dim, ghostly luminescence of floating moonstone lanterns. Unlike the modern, high-tech war rooms above, these ancient vaults housed centuries of forgotten northern history—decaying leather scrolls, meteor-iron tablets, and crystalline codices preserved behind heavy stasis wards.Queen Evelyn walked slowly up the center isle of the ancient library, her silver hair in the braided traditional northern mantle. Her pale, slightly trembling fingers brushed the cold stone shelves as she looked for a specific seal. Deep within her chest, her dragon-core magic pulsed with a dark, erratic rhythm, reacting to an ominous pressure mounting in the upper atmosphere.Behind her, the heavy iron doors of the archive slid open with a deep, echoing thud.

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