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Grey's Alpha Pain Inside Him
ClaraI pulled the shawl over my shoulders, but I could sense Felix’s agitation. “You’re not going to listen to a word I say, are you?”“I am listening to you,” I replied, but he was close to the truth. Already, I formulated a plan in my head. If I shifted into my werewolf form, I could run nonstop to Bragne. I had done it before. I knew the territory, the hills, and the forests there. It’s possible that the Moonstone Pack left secret markings that I knew about, and then I could pick up the trail. All I needed to know was what happened to Griffin and Hazel. And if I found them, I would convince them to return with me to Khordon.I didn’t know what I would do if the Alpha saw me. I held on to the hope that he had changed his mind. Maybe he finally realized how hopeless his situation was, and that he wouldn’t instantly kill me when I approached. A nagging thought gnawed at me. What if it was exactly as Felix said? What if I couldn’t find them easily? During the night, it was highly poss
Grey's Alpha Tournament Day
ClaraFelix stood shock still. His brain must have been in override. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t move. I felt embarrassed doing this, but I didn’t let him go. He was slightly smaller than me, but today he seemed even smaller and more pitiful. He rested his head against my shoulder, and I felt his hot cheek graze against my bare skin. I tried to remember what Hazel did when she tried to soothe me. I stroked his back in slow, gentle circles.Felix didn’t cry, but his arms suddenly lashed around my back and waist. His hot breath burned my neck, and I felt as if I was being violently hugged by a small, but heavy bear. His slender body shivered, and I stroked his silver hair. My fingers ran down to the back of his neck. The Mark would be there – a symbol of black magic and ostracization. Before, I would have recoiled in disgust at the thought of touching someone with the Mark. But now, I only felt pity for Felix.He held me as if no one had ever bothered to show him any physical
Grey's Alpha Coliseum
ClaraWe walked closer to the Coliseum, and now I felt nervous. The cheers from a distance had seemed harmless enough, but now the loud din of werewolves made my ears ring. I heard feet pounding on the stone ground and snarls echoing inside the massive stone arena. Werewolves of all shapes and sizes pushed and jostled each other to get inside. It was like the Mating Ball all over again, only multiplied by a thousand.I smelled blood, and I stared in horror as some small Omega werewolf was being held down and beaten by several larger werewolves. Blood and tears covered his face, and he squealed so loudly that it drew that rough laughter of the werewolves circling him.“That’s what you get for cutting in line, you little shit!” screeched a werewolf who pummeled him. His eyes were blood red.“C’mon,” Felix hissed at me. “Don’t look at anyone. It’s an invitation to fight.”He dragged me further into a dark doorway filled with the sweating mass of bodies, and I heard the pounding of drums
Grey's Alpha Come And Get Me
ClaraAs I watched the Coliseum fights, I understood why werewolves were willing to kill themselves to get in. There was a heady atmosphere that stirred my pumping blood. Warriors of every size and race fought down in the sandy pits. I saw creatures that I had only seen in books: monitor lizards, tigers, lions, and panthers. The Coliseum wasn’t just a gladiator free-for-all. There were circus acts of skilled acrobats leaping in the air, knife jugglers, and jesters. Drummers kept a steady tempo that thrummed throughout the entire stadium, and musicians blew trumpets when a fighter triumphed over his opponent.I could feel the roaring crowds pulsate like one living, breathing being. There was no rank or caste here. We were either fighters or spectators. Entertainment and the thrill of the fight drew us all together. Some fights truly tested the limits of the werewolf fighters, and I found myself gripping the stone seat as I watched. When two Allied Hunters fought, it was like they were
Grey's Alpha The Emperor We Need
Clara Prince Bruess nodded at the two of us, and he held up his hand covered in golden chains. A small pup came and set down several comfortable cushions against the stone steps. Felix and I sat down next to his raised red couch, and several werewolves swarmed us with trays of iced drinks and fruit. I heard something bubble and saw a long bronze contraption with a hose connected to it. The glass vase at the bottom frothed with white smoke and bubbling water inside. Prince Bruess held the hose in his hand, and he slipped the end between his golden muzzle and into his lips. He inhaled deeply, and spicy sweet clouds of unda escaped from his lips. Like peas in a peapod, I thought. If the two princes of the Dark Shade would stop squabbling for two seconds, maybe they would recognize how absurdly similar they were. Prince Bruess held out the end of the hose to me, and I was about to decline. Felix took the hose, and he put it in my hand. There must be some unspoken rule of courtesy that
Grey's Alpha On Edge
DeannethThe Coliseum and the games were boring as usual. The Councilors droned on and on about certain policies that I had to enact, and they asked me so many tiring questions that I want to just toss them off the building. Of course, I had to remain calm. I answered every single one of their questions about the attack on Clara. Lord Hector and Lord Velant did not even believe that a vamp had attacked her, but Mistress Orias had visited Clara when she was still sick. She had seen the bite marks on the girl’s neck, and she had smelled the foul stench of vamp blood.Mistress Orias knew that the vamp threat was real. I sneered to myself. How fitting that the only intelligent werewolf of the bunch was in my brother’s pocket. By the time the tournament was over, she would dutifully send some small messenger bird to Bruess’s tower to tell him everything.I didn’t care. Let these insignificant Elites do what they must. I took a deep swig of wine straight from the bottle. Goddess, I needed s
Grey's Alpha Never Think About Leaving
DeannethI headed out to the seats where my half-brother was. Crane pushed his way through the crowds in front of me, and Dellatine stayed back and guarded my back. They weren’t necessary. The moment werewolves saw who was coming their way, they froze. Then they bowed subserviently to me. Many of them leaped out of my way to give me space.This was pure power at its finest. I didn’t even have to look into their eyes. They took one look at my gray-and-black claws, and they knew who I was and why they had to get the hells out of my way.One could get drunk on this kind of power if they were stupid, like my father. I don’t think he even knew what was coming when I crowned myself as Emperor of the Dark Shade. Unfortunately, there was only a need for ONE Alpha on the throne. Not two.I kept my face as emotionless as possible, but I smiled inwardly at Bruess. He played too much of a dangerous game with me. I saw him now, speaking with Clara with such familiarity that it made my heart race.
Grey's Alpha Dark Abyss
Clara Heat and murderous rage emanated from Deanneth’s body. The sheer focus of his thoughts terrified me. The words came clearly to my mind, and I knew that he never let me leave his side. If I was more stupid, I might have said something particularly grating or sarcastic at that moment. But this time was different. The words howled into my mind, and I recoiled as if he had struck me physically. I looked in confusion at his beautiful face, and there was not even a single wrinkle or brooding frown that betrayed the boiling hatred within him. He continued to smile sweetly at me, but his grip around my chin tightened as he forced me to look at him. The sheer shock of his fury winded me. All this time, I took for granted that he desired me and that he was just a playful flirt who whored around. Now, I felt within him nothing but a dark abyss that pulled me deeper and deeper. “Let go,” I said nervously. I tried to free myself, but Prince Legiere’s grip grew even tighter. Felix, of
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