A Weekend With The Alpha Novels & Stories

We take a seat on the podium benches and start to unwrap our lunch when she looks at me excitedly “so has alpha wanker decided we can go to the beach house for the weekend on our famous mate quest or is this a sorry to let you down lunch here’s some flowers for crushing your awesome plans to have some fun.” “Well I put in a request to alpha wanker he checked his schedule and the asshole said he couldn’t except the request to leave pack grounds”.

"Keep wiggling your body on my lap like that, and my alpha will finish exactly what we started the night my pack trucks went missing on the western border." That terrible night in the woods? My entire spine freezes solid, his wicked warning sinking straight into my brain like a silver arrow. Despite his clean black leather gear and his cool, calm boss look, I can feel the massive, explosive muscle power coiled inside his giant body, just waiting for my teeth to spark the fuse. My wolf is not stupid enough to bite a warlord, especially after his heavy fists just crushed my enemies downstairs. Leaving his lap right now would make my bloodline look totally ungrateful to the supreme throne. "Ple

The next day was a Sunday and there was, of course, no working on a Sunday. Alpha Carl woke up, feeling regret. He could have waited a little bit and chose three working days in a row but he had to start the three days on a weekend and now he had to stay home with her all day. But though he felt regret, a part of him was glad that he would be at home all day with Ethel. He tried burying that glad and excited part of him but he could not as that excited part was taking over his entirety faster than his regret could ever.

Tiffany stammered as she looked into his father who is now clenching his fists. He uttered, "We need to be alert. Something is not right, I'm going to figure this out." The woman looked at Killian who is now looking at her. * thud thud * * thud thud * She remembered what she saw earlier. "Are you okay?" Killian asked. As Tiffany was about to answer, Killian's father called him. "Killian!" He shouted, motioned the boy to come over into his place. Ryleigh Montgomery, the Alpha of Montgomery Clan, is one of the most powerful Alpha in Clandestine.

Pointing to Hela, and without allowing me to speak or do what I wanted, she approached me, and hugged me with both arms, putting her nose between the corners of my neck, her warm breath playing on a sensitive chord inside me. Rid whispered resentfully to me, "Alex, what are you thinking?" I wish I could cook. Ask her whether Alora would like to go hunting with me. I'll bring large prey to her, so we can have a picnic in the woods, and maybe I'll give you the crown prince, you idiot!" I snarled to him, "!! Do you want me to do what she said?!" Alpha Alexander, the commander of the Red Moon pack, and the delegate leader of the Artemis Pack, will stand in front of the wood stove, and cook for a

"Good luck in convincing the Alpha to rest and eat. Oh—and don't forget that the pack's mating moon celebration is coming. The Alpha must not miss to congratulate all those who just had their mating ceremony in the Brightheart Pack. It's a must to attend!" *** Days passed and my week ended, only for it to start again. And then Friday came again without giving warning, as if my days of overworking no longer tell me what day it was. My weekends were brief. I spent it reading books, strolling through malls while avoiding the couples who were so publicly displaying their affection, drinking coffees and milkshakes, and having dinner with colleagues. I was just fixing my hair as I strode in the re

"Perhaps a bit of privacy can make you more open." I wanted to spit in his face and say that nothing could make me open, but they started dragging me again towards a secluded room. The faint scent of roses made my wolf whipped his head in search of its owner. Before we could hone on it, the doors closed, muffling the sounds of the party. Galway ordered his men to leave us alone again, and I was left with the sole company of the other Alpha. "Well, is this more comfortable?" I wiggled my hands against the rope. "Cut the bullshit. What do you want? If you want me dead, just do it."

The Weekend. Thea felt her phone vibrate with a message from Theo: "Thea, do you have the stamina for some overtime hunting today?" Thea, whose devotion to her career-hunt was absolute, didn't hesitate. Her inner wolf thrived on the chase of the industry. "I’m ready." "Can you retrieve me from my den?" Theo pushed, his scent practically radiating through the digital text. "Anything for the Alpha who holds the contract," Thea replied, her tone pleasant but strictly professional.

I ask, waving at Cyra and Yorick as we walk to the parking lot. “You still owe me an alliance agreement, Henry,” Yorick calls out. “Want to go visit Yorick and Cyra next weekend?” I ask Piper. “Already making plans to see me again, Alpha.” “You're damn right I am,” I say. “Okay,” she says, then turns to Yorick. “Henry and I will be there next weekend.” “Excellent,” Yorick says without missing a beat. “Have a great weekend,” Cyra calls as Yorick takes Cyrus and puts him in the car seat.

I whispered. I was not alright. But I was thinking with absolute clarity, which was far more important. We were halfway back to the east wing when a ranked wolf I recognized as one of Liam's elite scouts fell into step beside Nadia, murmuring something in a low voice I wasn't meant to hear. I heard it anyway. "The Alpha wants to see her. His study. Now." Nadia looked at me, her brow furrowing with a tension she didn't bother hiding this time. I didn't wait for her to give the command. I was already turning around.