All Chapters of The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge: Chapter 561 - Chapter 565

The Hand chose Marcus because it understood efficiency.That alone made Jack want to tear the universe apart.Marcus was not the most powerful wolf. He was not the oldest, not the most mythically significant, not the cleanest legal target. He was the best pressure point.Sacrifice the shield, and every pack understands the rule: loyalty is payable. Remove the man who always stood between Jack and the bullet, and Jack would either accept the old logic or become the monster the old logic had always budgeted for.Marcus saw his name appear across the table.MARCUS THORNE.PACK DESIGNATION: BETA-SHIELD.FUNCTIONAL VALUE: HIGH.SUBSTITUTION EFFICIENCY: EXCELLENT.EMOTIONAL LEVERAGE: MAXIMUM.RECOMMENDATION: SACRIFICE TO STABILIZE WOLF REGISTRY.He looked offended."That recommendation has typos."Aaliyah's voice broke. "Marcus.""Not dead yet."Katherine's face went white, then colder than white. "No one touch tha

Children changed the room.Gods could posture. Ancestors could accuse. Dead grandmothers could weaponize inheritance. Billionaires could bleed on camera and pretend late confession counted as redemption. Even Jack, with all his practice at taking impossible problems personally, could think around old powers.Children made thinking feel like cowardice.Twelve files opened above the blood archive.No faces at first. Just labels.MILLER CHILD BRANCH 01: MEMORY REMOVED.MILLER CHILD BRANCH 02: ADOPTED LINE, KEY LATENT.MILLER CHILD BRANCH 03: HOSPITAL RECORD SEALED.MILLER CHILD BRANCH 04: FOSTER SYSTEM MISFILED.MILLER CHILD BRANCH 05: NO WOLF EXPRESSION.MILLER CHILD BRANCH 06: ACTIVE DREAMS.MILLER CHILD BRANCH 07: SIBLING PAIR.MILLER CHILD BRANCH 08: SCHOOL INCIDENT SUPPRESSED.MILLER CHILD BRANCH 09: BLOOD TEST ALTERED.MILLER CHILD BRANCH 10: SELF-LOCKING.MILLER CHILD BRANCH 11: PROTECTED BY UNKNOWN MOTHE

The deepest wall of the blood archive opened like a mouth trying to remember language.Behind it was not another chamber.It was a dinner.Jack felt the shape before he saw it and hated the Hand for its sense of theater. A table. Again. Always a table. The first humiliation, the first contract, the first review, the first lock. Power loved tables because tables made hunger look civilized.This one was set for twelve.At each place sat a god-file that had not yet received alternative review.Ra's chair burned empty now, stabilized but still present as precedent. The serpent's chair was a circle of wet scales with a gate carved through it. The stone goddess's chair held seawater and cracked marble. Fenrir's chair was too large and covered in fresh blood. Others flickered into view: a storm woman with iron feathers, a child-faced death with old coins for eyes, a horned king made of winter roots, a river mother carrying drowned names, a twin-faced judge who