Alan Wake Novels Novels & Stories

She feels like we are betraying dad's memory. As I pull our red Chevy up to the gates of Riverstone pack, I feel a shiver run down my spine. Wolves are strong. And we are meeting an Alpha. I have only ever seen an Alpha once. I was shopping for Lisa in the mall since she refuses to buy new clothes. He was huge and had an expression that reeked of authority.

Like a picture rising from deep, dark water, details once blurred now sharpening around the edges. Conversations. Faces. Dim hotel rooms. Secret exchanges in smoky bars. A phone call I never should’ve answered. A deal I initiated. And then—Linderman. I shook it off. Reached for distractions. Rearranged throw pillows that didn’t need adjusting. Tilted a vase a few degrees to the left. Scrolled aimlessly through my phone. Eventually, I drifted into a shallow sleep right in the living room. When I woke, the room was dipped in gold, shadows stretching long across the walls. Evening had arrived faster than usual.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital room. Fortunately, I had called the police. Both Edith and I were rescued. Evelyn's voice came. "Edith, you haven't eaten for a day. I've brought you food." I looked up and saw her cutting fruit into different shapes, trying to feed Edith. Edith was annoyed, but when she noticed that I was awake, she raised her eyebrows proudly and took a bite of the fruit.

I crouched beside him, brushing wet strands from her face. I froze when I recognized who she was. Well, I had no idea who exactly she was. But I knew she was either Chloe or Halle. One of the daughters of Wilder. Wilder was the Alpha of the Moonbeam pack. He was someone I could never forget. After he killed most members of our pack unprovoked a few years ago, I had been keeping tabs on him, waiting for the right time to strike. This was the perfect opportunity. Wilder would finally pay for his sins.

Nikki’s POV I sprawled across my bed, the sheets tangled around my bare thighs, my breath still ragged from the orgasm that had ripped through me moments before. My fingers glistened with my own slick, and I brought them to my lips, tasting the sharp tang of my arousal as I stared at the ceiling. The house was quiet, but I could feel him out there—Lucas, the Alpha, my mother’s mate. Every instinct in my body screamed that he was coming. He had to. I had pushed him too far at the lake, pressed my body against his, demanded he admit the truth his wolf already knew. The scent of my desire still clung to me, and I knew it would draw him like prey.

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

And to get the essence of an Alpha… The only way was to be marked by an Alpha… And to be marked by a werewolf, an Alpha… That only means one thing… “I’m a Luna.”

Chapter 38 Alex's POV In the realm between dreams and reality, Alex slowly emerged from the depths of unconsciousness. The gradual return of sensation began with a tingling awareness in his fingers, like tendrils of life creeping up his limbs. A dull ache resonated through his head, as if his mind were struggling to break free from the shackles of slumber. As he fought against the weight of darkness, the world around him remained shrouded in obscurity. His breath came out in short pants, anything more would make one of his broken ribs puncture his lungs. Turning into a wolf was sheer agony for him, but it didn't hold a candle to the unearthly pain he was feeling on every part of his body.

Inside, the air was thick with the smell of old books and dust, the shelves lined with ancient tomes and scrolls that hadn’t been touched in years. This place felt like a tomb, a forgotten relic of a time when the pack had been ruled by something far more dangerous than any single alpha. I moved through the aisles, scanning the shelves for anything that might give me answers. My fingers grazed over the spines of old leather-bound books, my eyes skimming the titles—Bloodlines of Power, The Hybrid's Curse, Secrets of the Alpha’s Mark—until I found one that caught my attention. The Dark Awakening. I pulled the book from the shelf, my pulse quickening. The title sent a chill down my spine, but I