Semua Bab The Alpha's 12 Bride's: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter 2 - lambs to the slaughter Haytham, yawned as he wiped the fresh rogue blood from his blade, his weapon of choice had always been a sabre, or his wolf's sharp teeth, both with long curved razor-sharp edges. which made each kill more pleasurable. Looking over the limp body now laying by his feet in disgust, Haytham quickly kneeled on one knee checking the pockets of the dead male, his hands making quick work of the job at hand. He had been following his enemy for some time, stalking him through the dense woodland he now found himself in. Placing the wallet he'd found on his enemy's lifeless body into the pockets of his long leather jacket, Haytham took the dead male's iPhone, showing it to the corpse's face to open the phone with face ID, before adding his face and number code to the phone. Standing up to his full height he placed the phone in his pocket with the wallet. His body's height and the girth of his shoulders would have made even the biggest of humans look like a s

Chapter Four - Let this be the lastArwen checked herself over in the floor-length mirror, the dress her mother and father had made for her for this evening was beautiful, the satin fell beautifully against the curves of her body, looking at a waterfall of forest green pooling on the floor around her feet, she couldn't help but raise a small smile while stearing at her reflextion. Turning slowly in the mirror she watched the fabric glisten as the light of her chambers chandelier reflected of the fabric. She was a present waiting to be unwrapped. With Clara at her side, she made her way out of the only home she had ever known, to find her Mother and Father waiting for her next to a large black car sent for them by the king. Giving Clara as big a hug as she could muster she said her goodbyes before meeting her mothers and fathers disproving stare. Her mother quickly covered her expression before opening the car door and taking a piece of black fabric from of the seat, walking towards h

Chapter 6 - Brotherly love Sitting at what can only be described as a monstrosity of a desk, with its MDF top and sides, metal capped draws with plastic silver coloured handles that had begun to worp over time showing the white plastic beneath there silver colouring. His now dead thow had not lived in the lap of luxury his little hovel had been a small flat over looking the local park, he quickly checked each draw of the desk searching for any sign of where more of his enieme made their home, or better yet signs of how they had come to this new world, finding nothing Haythem worked his way through each room checking for a laptop, an address book, any thing that he could take back to his brothers, but yet again he had come up with shit all. Frustrated he recalled Sarah scolding him for killing the mother fucker, he had always been hot headed and quick to act which made him wonder if that was one of the reasons Sarah had always turned him down, well that or his sparkling personality.

Chapter 8 - Mate? Pontus was out of his chair quicker than his brain could follow and pinning his brother up to the wall, pinning him in place with all of this strength, growling in this brothers ear in a low voice "What the fuck is wrong with you, so she laughed it was funny. thats not a reason to rip her throat out". As Zayn was about to shake his brother of and sucker punch the fucker for getting in the way he caught a glimps of himself in the large mirror hanging over the fireplace on the opposite wall. His eyes where bullging and blood shot, his fangs throbbing peircing his bottom lip as blood pooled and dripped down his chin. Looking around the room he saw the horrifed look on the faces of his flesh and blood, shaking some sence into himself he broke free of his brothers grip and stormed out of the room down the hallway not heading anywhere impeticular, right now he didnt really care where he ended up space was what he needed, space from those horrified faces and space from th

Chapter 10 - Rouge Damon stood in a hovel of a home. His inside man working in the royal pack had not returned any of his messages, meaning one of two things, he had either been caught or he had been spooked and fled the area. Two of his most trusted men were currently ripping the place apart, all his belongings were still there. "Fuck! Let's get the hell out of here, this place stinks. The idiot is probably dead" he growled out. Both men stopped what they were doing and followed their leader outside to a waiting sleek black car. Damon sat in the passenger seat of the car waiting for his men to get in the back before instructing the driver to take them home. Driving back to their pack he grew tired, closing his eyes and thinking about how many people he still had in the royal pack. It frustrated him to know he could not take them down, not without a solid plan and information on the layout of their packhouse. Sure they would sometimes kidnap wolves and torture them for informatio