4p Alastor Novels & Stories

she went on, “when his greater power awakens fully, he will not simply lead a pack.” My father’s brow furrowed. “What are you saying?” “I'm saying your son is destined for greater things. He will be the Alpha of Alphas.” The words landed like thunder. "His pack,” she continued, “will not consist of ordinary wolves. It will consist of Alphas alone. Leaders bound to him.” Lucas let out a low breath. “That’s not possible.” “It has never happened,” the healer corrected. “That does not mean it cannot.” My chest felt tight. “You’re talking like I’m some kind of weapon.”

“April Foster. That’s General Alastor.” I squint my eyes at Scott before forcing back up a kind expression for the lycan. “It’s actually April Angel,” I correct the stupid Alpha, offering a hand for the general to take. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, General Alastor.” “How fitting,” the general comments, a huge grin appearing on his stoic face. “The pleasure is all mine, Dr. Angel.” He takes my hand, shaking it, and I am surprised at how gentle the handshake feels because I was rather expecting him to crush my fingers in a tight grip. His hand is huge compared to mine, and I have to actively keep myself from shuddering as his deep voice vibrates along my nerves through our connection.

Right? He shook my hand and a deep voice came out of his mouth. He might be intimidating, but he also looked like a damn model. Were all werewolves extra beautiful? I felt like a fucking midget next to him. I really hoped April couldn’t read my mind. I called her Alpha fucking beautiful. “Hi Cyrus, I am Osiris. I wanted to make sure you won’t share what you see here today. We’re making an exception for you. For April’s sake.”

They made their way to us and sat down beside me. At two minutes the pack house doors swung open again for the second time revealing four large men who were to ensure it was an honorable fight. The two taller, larger men were Alphas, but the tallest of them had a stern look on his face. Scars littered down his back on plain display. Muscles hard from years of training. He stepped to the middle of the ring and addressed the crowd directly.

I watch in horror as Silas grabs Adonis’ face, Silas’ red eyes glowing into the night, and Adonis…Adonis goes limp. I waste no time before concentrating on Silas’ body and start burning him. He screams, and Adonis goes absolutely feral and proceeds to rip his own body apart. I pull my powers back immediately, and they both stop thrashing. Adonis’ eyes are glowing red now, and terror, like no other, seizes me when Silas grabs him by both ears, twisting his neck, and Adonis does nothing to fight back.

Panicked voices explode around me. “THE BOSS IS DOWN!” “VIKTOR! FUCK, VIKTOR, GET IN HERE!” “HE’S NOT BREATHING! SOMEONE CALL—” Boots thunder closer and then Viktor’s face appears above me, his pale, brown eyes wide with terror. His hands grip my shoulders. “Niko! Niko, look at me!” His voice cracks desperately. “Hold on! Hold on, damn it!” Then everywhere goes pitch dark.

Rayka and Sylvester stood in the dimly lit room, the tension palpable. The unexpected visitor, a tall figure cloaked in shadows, had arrived with news that could alter the course of their fight against the unseen enemy. "You claim to have critical information about the threat we face," Rayka began, her voice steady but cautious. "Why should we trust you?" The visitor stepped forward, revealing a face marked by scars and weariness. "My name is Alaric," he said, his voice rough but sincere. "I was once a member of your enemy’s inner circle. I’ve seen their plans, their true nature."

Her mouth opened, whether to defend herself or cry, I didn’t know. I didn’t care. Before she could speak again, footsteps echoed down the corridor, rapid, urgent. Alessandro’s scent hit first, laced with adrenaline and blood. He burst into the room without waiting for permission. “Alpha…” One look at his face, and my wolf lunged forward in my chest, snarling. “What happened?” I demanded. “The estate,” he said, catching his breath. “There is an attack… it hit inside. Directly. The consort hall.”

“I will be your worst nightmare. Donatela. Cahiah is a priest, but Alpha August is psycho.” I gasped. “And a psycho can do anything to get rid of his enemies.” That was all, he grabbed his bible tighter, adjusted his glasses and walked back into the church.

I yell. He turns his back to Pepper and charges me again. I've kept the egg low. I pull my arm back and send it sliding across the floor a split second before Drakon rams me with his body and my back makes jarring impact with the solid stone wall. Then my head hits and I see stars. I'm just able to send a message to Pepper, "Get your son to Dmitri and tell him to get out of here." Drakon's fist plows into my jaw. ***