Adrian Holmes An Alpha In Real Life Novels & Stories

Electricity hummed faintly through concealed wiring, but the room still smelled of earth and iron. To my right sat the Alpha of the Bloodborn, Idris. Broad shoulders, lazy grin, black hair tied at his nape. Cocky and always amused. To my left, the Alpha of the Wolfgang territories, Markus. Blond, rigid and disciplined. His pack guarded the northern lines. Across from us sat the Council. Seven of them. Ageless in appearance. One of them leaned forward, his hair and beard were unnaturally white, as if drained of all color, yet his face bore no wrinkles. His silver eyes fixed on me. “It concerns your uncle, Alpha Xander.”

He always did. Being the Alpha of a hidden wolf pack did not come with the option of personal inconvenience. His father had made that clear before Lucian was old enough to understand what it meant, and by the time he did understand, the lesson had already become part of him, not a rule he followed but a shape he had grown into. Lead. Protect. Rule. Those were the words Magnus Voss used. What they meant, Lucian had learned through watching, was simpler: carry it all without letting anyone see the weight.

Have you lost your mind? "Don't make a scene like this! Whatever it is, we'll talk when we get home. Get down here right now!" Home? There was no home left between us. I sneered and shook off his hand. I then played the video I had recorded at the pack infirmary. On the screen, the untouchable Alpha Wayne was kneeling humbly beside a hospital bed while carefully putting slippers on for Yvonne. There were gasps from the crowd. The elders of the Silver Moon Pack looked horrified.

I muttered, pulling off my helmet. The door opened before I knocked. Corvin stood there barefoot, gray hair tied back, leather vest hanging open over skin inked with symbols I didn’t recognize and didn’t like. His eyes—sharp, bright, too knowing—flicked over me. “Took you long enough, Alpha,” he said. “Moon’s been screaming for days.” I scowled. “You could’ve sent a memo.” He snorted and stepped aside. “Come in before the forest decides you’re rude.”

Now, Adrian returns home to an ongoing war and helps defend his people, but his parents die. He is made Alpha and rules the pack. "Hey, you, come here." "Okay." Just then, Adrian stopped in his tracks and turned to Sylvia. "My wife's name is Amelia, not 'hey,'" Adrian corrected. "What!!! This rag here is your wife?" "SYLVIA!" Adrian yells her name, his tone cold and distant. "You should leave," Adrian suggested. "No, I'm not leaving."

"What if this person is trying to become the Alpha, because that's the only reason I see here, especially with the not-hurting white wolf part?" Alex did not say anything; he just smiled, shaking his head. How come he didn't think about this a long time ago? "How about we make the person reveal himself?" Alex said, grinning at the both of them. He told them about his plan. He pretended to be dead with Callum. "OK, but what if something goes wrong? I mean. They have a witch among them. What if this person is as strong as Elena, or is even Elena?" Callum said, to which Ellie also nodded. "Can't we look for another way?"

"Certainly not, but I'm sure you need something to clear your throat. You've been yelling too much lately, Alpha." Sharp eyes pierced Aaron, but he remained calm as before. He seemed unafraid to confront the Alpha's truly unstable emotions of late. "Please, Alpha Oscar." Aaron placed the tea on the Alpha's desk. His demeanor was polite and full of etiquette, especially with a smile that continued to grace his face. He provided the best service possible, even though the Alpha had the opposite expression—disheveled, tired, and oppressed.

Hunter muses. I watch the other man with undisguised interest. All Typhon does is say, “I beg your pardon?" "If I might be so bold as to make a deduction based upon your behavior of the past few days, Typhon …” “Just get to the point, Hunter,” Typhon huffs. “You clearly did not want it to be made public that alpha … ah … little Alpha .... er … shall we call him the little invisible Alpha?” “I prefer Jonas,” I supply helpfully.

the guards are still coming up empty-handed. I fall back against the bed. "Really?" "Yes, really. I'm sorry, I wish I had something positive to tell you. Alpha Kenn, did he help you at all?" "Actually, a lot. The history behind all of this is more intricate than I thought, and the Alpha, he has somehow become more frightening." "You are okay there by yourself?" I roll over onto my elbows and gaze out the window with the phone against my ear. "Yes, I'm fine."

Connor had almost given up when Josh finally took a gasping breath and the blue colour started to reside from his lips, a more healthy colour returning to his face. "Fuck Josh, I thought I lost you there". Connor pulled his legs up and put his arms around his knees or the left arm because the right arm wouldn't work and he couldn't hold back the tears. He knew an alpha is not supposed to cry, but Firstly he wasn’t sure he could be considered an alpha any longer, without his wolf… and secondly, right now he didn’t care.