บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Victor and His Omega: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Drugs, guns, w*ores. Victor Erickson has a hand in all of it. He is the Alpha of a vicious and ruthless Pack, stationed in the Eastern plains. If there is a dead body floating in the River, Alpha Victor can be traced back to it within six degrees of separation. He is the Black Wolf, the grim reaper with red eyes, the beast with the face of a doll.He's what one would call a beautiful monster.Victor scans around the poker table, 10 million dollars in buy-in, holding a pair of aces. The other Alphas eye him patronizingly. It is his size. Victor is small for an Alpha, too dainty, not to be taken seriously. But that's their mistake, their ultimate loss.“Vicky, your hand?” Arlo asks, a burly man with a false smile.Victor inhales, thin cigarette slotted in between his full lips, tasting of ash, and smoked wood. He isn't planning on losing tonight, a Glock resting easily against his hip, in case things get dicey.Victor

Ariadne is counting under her breath. It takes her a long time to calm down, as Alpha Victor drives over to Head Quarters.“One hundred and eleven, one hundred and twelve…,” Ariadne mutters.Victor is already over the blood and guts. What he’s fixated on, is how the Omega is doing. This is Ariadne's first kill. It means something. There’s a light that goes out from the eyes at the first kill. Victor only wishes he could turn back the clock and take Omega’s place. The Alpha remembers his first kill, but certainly not his one-hundred-and-twenty-seventh.“One hundred and twenty-eight,” Ariadne continues.“I’ll take you home,” Victor suddenly says. Maybe Head Quarters can wait until tomorrow. Ariadne seems too traumatized to meet the rest of the pack. They can wait.“I don’t have a home,” Ariadne answers, eyes glittering as the street lights pass o

Victor lays Ariadne down on the bed, but the Omega is holding on tight, baby koala levels. The Alpha has to pry her fingers off. It’s painful to do so, both physically, and emotionally. Victor wants to stay, curl up in bed with Ariadne. But he can only imagine how the Omega would react upon waking up.“You’d probably try to claw my eyes out,” Victor whispers to the slumbering woman.The peaceful look on Ariadne’s face quickly evaporates. With every step Victor takes away from her, the Omega grows more agitated, a tempered look marring her stunning features.Victor sighs, chest tight. He flips the switch off and proceeds to the guest bedroom. The Alpha takes a quick shower before he fits himself between the sheets. He finds that he isn’t comfortable no matter how he repositions. But he’s so tired that he doesn’t care. Within five minutes, he falls fast asleep.He’s not sure how long

"Someone is stealing from me,” Victor repeats, hands balled into fists. Ariadne looks worried. The Omega takes a step back. Her bright, blue eyes are suddenly filled with alarm, almost banking on fear. Victor bites at the inside of his cheek until he tastes blood.Not here. This is not the place nor the time. Ariadne is still present. Victor must hold back the blackness that’s eating him on the inside. He doesn’t want to frighten Ariadne away.“Let’s go home, yeah,” Victor finally says, taking the stairs through the basement and out the back. Ariadne follows behind, several paces. It’s further than Victor would like, different from their normal dynamic.Once seated in the car, Victor makes a call, explaining the situation to Waylon.“I want you to look over all the ledgers tonight, all of them,” Victor spits into the phone. “Don’t even think about sleeping. You and Calv

They couldn’t have gone far. Victor can still smell Ariadne. She’s near, maybe just a mile or two away. The Alpha’s mind is racing. He can’t do his usual fanfare, rally the troops, executes a well-planned rescue. He needs Ariadne back right now, at whatever cost.It’s broad daylight. Even in the cloak of darkness, what Victor is about to do, is still extremely forbidden.The Alpha’s body is shivering. His clothes start to itch against his skin. All he can imagine is Ariadne, tied up in the back seat of some car, getting further and further away.Victor uses his last shred of sanity to call Waylon, “Ariadne is been taken. Set up the rooks. I’m going wild.”“Boss, don’t-”Victor ducks into an alley, having barely enough decency to do that. He tears off his clothing, feeling the body tremors course through him.It’s just not done anymore, calling,