All Chapters of Alpha Oliver: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Oliver I rub my temples as we walk out of the meeting. So useless. I don’t understand why we need to keep meeting if they aren’t going to tell us anything. Zander nearly lost his shit again, as usual. It was probably a good thing that Ash stayed to calm him down. It was amusing seeing them all squirm in their seats as he radiated power. “Why don’t we take up the offer of the witches?” Ash whispers. Although it probably wasn’t worth whispering, everyone around us would have been able to hear us talking while walking past. The three of us were huddled around at the top of the stairs of the building. One of our scouts finally found the witches' recent hideout last week; they won’t stay there long, so we need to make a decision quickly if we are to contact them. I grow uneasy at the mention of them. Something just doesn't sit right with me. I have dealt with them before, and what we are asking, could cost us greatly. We have to be careful about what we agree on, and I worry about w

*Oliver* We sat in the car in front of an old bar, the LED sign flickering through the afternoon sun, trying to shine bright and show everyone it was open for business. It was about five in the afternoon. The sun had slowly started to set with daylight savings now in place. By 6:30 pm it will be pitch black. Zander had to do a lot of convincing to be ‘allowed’ to come here tonight. I doubt he will do anything stupid, but given their history with this girl, I can see why Ash wasn’t as open-minded as she usually would have been. It only took him and his team a few days to track down the last location of Grace and where she stayed. The not-so-smart girl paid in cash but still used her name in the bookings for some places, and the crappy hotel across the road was one of them. Zander sits in the passenger seat, frowning at the place before us. “You're all good. You have a constipated look about you,” I chuckle, raising an eyebrow in question. He turns to scowl at me, “Shut up,” he m

Oliver My mind races as I follow my father to his office. I slump into one of the chairs opposite his desk. It feels like I haven’t been here in ages. I look around the familiar room … he hasn’t changed anything. It’s old and still smells of dust and an odd orange-smokey scent, reminding me of the headmaster's office at school. On one wall are olive green filing cabinets with a few photos of our family and my grandfathers above it. Across from it against the other wall is an old wooden bookshelf. In the middle of the room is his massive desk with a computer and an old reading lamp with a cream-platted lampshade and a frayed cord dangling underneath. The seat behind the desk matches the dark brown padded leather of the one I am sitting on. I used to hate these chairs, but considering they are offering support for my sore body, I don’t say anything as I sit staring at the man I call father. I wonder what answers he will come up with to my questions. What excuses he could possibly

Oliver Her scent of strawberries and cinnamon is driving us both wild, making Ace want to mark her straight away and beg for forgiveness later. “I… no, I can’t,” she whispers, her voice barely audible as she backs away from us, making my heart shatter into pieces. Ace’s anger washes over me once more, instantly assuming this man in front of us is the reason. We saw how affectionate he was toward her earlier, and we both have no doubt there is something going on there. Panic moved over him as he saw the rogue about to pounce on her. He saw red. He’s already nearly lost our mate once today. He wasn’t going to let that happen again. ‘Ace… don’t do anything stupid that we will regret later,’ I warn him, fighting for control. ‘If we mark her now, she won’t be able to leave us,’ he snarls out, clawing at the bit to be released. ‘She is allowed a choice, Ace. Feel for her wolf, try to connect,’ I reasoned with him, hoping that her wolfwould settle him down. ‘She.. she doesn’t ha

Oliver A loud crack of thunder jolts me awake, scaring the shit out of me, before the sound of pouring rain hits the green tin roof of the Dartmoor pack house. Now, I’ve never been scared of thunderstorms per se, in fact, I actually love them. When we were kids we would always run around in the rain. When there was a hail storm, we’d run around collecting all the Ice to see how much we could get before it all melted. It scared me awake because I’ve finally been able to get some peaceful sleep after how many months and this shit happens. Just my luck, eh? My mate doesn’t want me, her ex is still in love with her, and I’m still a walking zombie. Yeah, I know the fuckwit still loves her, and for him to pull that stunt like he did only seconds after I said she was my mate… Ace was not happy, I had to remind him that we weren’t on our pack lands and to give the fucker a pass today. But if he pulls that shit again, I’ll mess him up just as I did the rogue. I don’t give a shit if Naris