Supremacy Game Novels & Stories

She placed her hands on my shoulders as she looked into my eyes. My head snapped up as I tried to make sense of it all. “What is an ‘Alpha Supreme’? And an ‘Alliance’?” Magenta lowered her hands from my shoulders. “An Alpha Supreme is an Alpha in charge of an area. Regions in the world are divided into sections, not just here in the United States. An Alpha Supreme is chosen to oversee all the Packs. All of the Alphas answer to him.” She shook her head as she let out a deep breath. “Usually, it’s the strongest Alpha in the area.”

The only way to gain a title is to be born into it or win it in battle. Bradley had no children, and according to Chad, it’s sweet Amalea who killed the gamma, or her mysterious comrades he doesn’t know who are, so unless they want to make her their gamma, there’ll likely be a tournament to find the strongest warrior to take up the title. I somehow doubt Chad will come out victorious.

"What did you say?" "Nothing," I flash him a sweet smile. "But then, why this competition? Why not just vote for the Alpha Supreme?" "This isn't just a bloody game, Hazel," Sebastian says, glancing at me from the corner of his eyes "It's a test. War strategies, survival skills, management and partnership. Whoever's the best at it will rightfully hold the authority over our race." I nod, absorbing the information. Who knew? This is actually quite sensible. But then...

“Godfather, aren’t you overestimating Tyr Summers?” “Haha…” Sachin sneered at Sky but did not answer. Whether he was overestimating Tyr or not, Sachin himself knew better than those around him. In fact, Sachin thought that he had underestimated Tyr. Sky continued, “Godfather, now that you have recovered from your injuries, and those who were once your followers have also returned one after another, we can officially begin to act, right? Great Sky Group and the Moore family have long made our preparations for this game of chess.

But the matter about him dying or maybe me needs to be taken care of first. I looked at Victor. Then at Jane. “We need to bring this game to public,” I said finally. Victor blinked at me slowly. Jane tilted her head. They both had that look like I just said something unhinged. “What exactly are you getting at?” Victor asked carefully. “Well,” I continued, pacing a little because my brain works better when I move, “we all know the Supreme councils love playing in secret. They manipulate from shadows. They erase problems quietly. They control narratives before anyone even knows there’s a story.”

Reiki of course ignored her reaction and her words, and proceeded to explain what a Supreme was to Maia. “First of all, Supremes aren’t mere men. In fact for the longest of times, Supremes were all women. The only exception was the 6th Supreme. And the 7th Supreme is the newest oddity, being born a male as well. Grandpa Winks told you this.” Reiki’s first task was to address an error, and Maia was quick to acknowledge that she had indeed glossed over that issue carelessly.

The rest of the dinner was the usual with the whole family being merry. Serena lay in bed as she thought how her brother is soon going to be passed on the duty of the beta. Damon is 22 and the gamma’s son is 23 but both of them have had to wait till her brother’s best friend, the alpha’s son Vante is 22, his birthday is in a month. They waited because in our pack the ceremony is held only after all three of them, three of them referring to the people taking the position of Alpha, Beta and Gamma are of age that is 22. And soon she was drifting off to dreamland.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

"The $100,000 prize? That’s for the beginners. The real money—the millions—comes from taking down the Sponsors. Julian Sterling isn't just an investor, Elara. He’s the target." A siren blared in the distance—the 06:45 AM 'Check-In.' "Listen to me," Sienna said, grabbing Elara’s arm. Her grip was like a vice. "The 'Survival Game' isn't what they told you. It's not about 'doing you to the fullest' or self-help. It’s a recruitment floor for a private shadow-government. Julian is using the game to filter out women he can control, turning the 'failures' into a literal slave-labor force for his offshore projects."

They were unstoppable. Upstairs on the balcony, Damaris shut her laptop with a victorious, wide grin, raising her champagne glass to Marcus and Isaiah as they watched the Vanguard empire crumble in real-time. Down below, Selah and Xavier walked out of the gala hand-in-hand. They had walked into the lions' den facing a federal threat, and they were walking out as the undisputed rulers of the city.