A Escolhida Do Alfa. Ilha Do Corvo Novels & Stories

The man leaning casually against the doorframe was tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-roughened skin and a scar slashing through one thick eyebrow. He wore a simple white tunic and brown trousers, but he had the unmistakable bearing of someone who didn’t just walk into rooms. He owned them. Alpha. Her stomach dropped instinctively. Another bloody Alpha. But when he smiled, a lazy, almost boyish tilt of his mouth, Jo felt the tightness in her chest ease a little. "I’m Don," he said easily. "Alpha of the Wind Warrior Pack." Jo blinked. Wind Warrior Pack? She vaguely remembered something from the book.

Isabelle joked, making Corinne laugh nearby and, of course, even though Hunter was just a meter away from the two, neither of them seemed to notice his presence there. “Thanks for the advice. I think I would end up making that mistake one time or another.” Corinne continued with a huge smile as she looked at the list of Alphas that would be visiting them that day “Oh, the Swan Alpha will be coming? I remember hearing about him. I guess that’s why you asked Lilac to do this fancy makeup on me?” She blinked crookedly, as if she was still trying to get used to all the black products lining her eyes and making them even more crystal clear and intense.

“Good. I was getting tired of watching you sleep like pampered princesses.” He stepped closer, the shadows clinging to him like oil. “I’m Alpha Corven,” he said mockingly, as if we didn’t already know. “And this here’s Malric, my Beta. You’re here because your dear prince made a mistake. A fatal one.” He crouched in front of me, his eyes gleaming with bitter hatred. “Your mate thought he could erase us. Bulldoze our land. Build his glittering future over our bones. Well… now we’ll see if he’s just as careless with your life as he was with ours.”

We will make room. My father read the exchange over my shoulder on the final letter and said, when I finished writing: "She prepared for this. Isara. Not Kaer specifically — this category of governance leader. The Alpha who reaches the accord through the direct experience of choosing it rather than through the framework's formal channels. She described them in the last letter." He looked at me. "You built the conditions that make this possible. The accord signal reaching Kaer's council. The correspondence that gave him language for what he experienced. The room he is going to sit in when he comes in spring." He paused. "Every piece of it traceable to a choice you made somewhere in the buildi

“But, Alpha… She—she made us run.” The Alpha’s lips curved into a cold, humorless smile. “She’s not our problem,” she said, her tone like steel. “She’s one of us.” The rogues froze. The air seemed to grow heavier. “What?” one of them whispered. “How can that be?” another asked. The Alpha turned away from them, her eyes on the forest beyond the clearing. The wind blew through her hair, carrying her scent—wild, bitter, and full of pain. “Because,” she said quietly, “we were the only two survivors.”

Her face went white. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to punish you. That's not who I am." I crouched down. "But you will leave. Tonight. You will go south. You will find a life somewhere far from here. And you will remember, every single day, that the woman you called a wolfless waste brought down the Alpha you schemed to keep." I stood and walked away. Behind me, Elara murmured, "I really do like her."

I am Zayden! “Why are you here, Alpha?”, Eric asked and made me turn my gaze toward him. I took a step closer on which Peter growled at me and along with other wolves on his side which got a response from Rio and the werewolves who also growled at them for insulting their Alpha. ‘Damn it! I don’t have much time and these mutts are growling at each other.’, I thought and looked at Eric as my last ray of hope. ‘I don't want any war. But if they will not leave any other choice for me then I will have to.’ #TBC

Adam studies the Alpha, raising his voice so that everyone can hear him, “You’re the Alpha, Jason. I’m sure you must have a good reason behind sending a young girl to Cameron Moore, a male who cannot take another mate. You did the same with my sister all those years ago, as well. Sent her to him and then told him not to mark her. At least that time, you had the excuse that he made the choice. This time, everyone was aware that Maria has been his Luna and she had died. He couldn’t take another mate even if he wished to. So, what exactly were you hoping for when you brought Danielle here?” Jason’s face turns dark with fury.

Willow nodded, the seasickness had passed. "Good. Why we called you here today is that due to the new treaty that has been forged, your relationship has been deemed approved. Also, there is another pressing matter," Rashida steepled her fingers and glared at Willow over the tips. "It seems there is a new alpha. Now, there is always a choice to take on the mantle of alpha or not. But it only comes to a select few wolves. I'm sure you've noticed some changes?" Willow nodded, confused.

"This… this witch thinks she can use my grief against me!" "No, Zane, it’s me! Isla!" I tried to say but the words died in my mouth. He didn’t look at me, his rage too blinding. But before I could say more, a searing pain ripped through my arm, sending me to my knees. A scream tore from my throat as I clutched at the burning mark that had appeared on my skin—a dark, intricate symbol etched in fiery red. Eamon’s voice echoed in my mind, cruel and gleeful, "The first mark has appeared. Your time has begun, Isla. Kill the Alpha or suffer."