Alaric Pronunciation Novels & Stories

she looked like she was about to clam up again and that is when Edon spoke up. "Aurora and Tilly as your fututre Alpha I command you snap out of this." This was the first time I had ever heard him use the Alpha voice. She looked like she was trying to fight it but she finally realxed and looked at me. "Thank you Dax."

Alaric raised his hand and spoke in baby talk with his gaze fixed on the ceiling. “What are you looking at, future Alpha?” I asked Alaric, but he didn’t look at me. “Alaric,” I called him. The baby, who was less than 3 months old,, turned to me with his round black eyes. “You prefer to be called Alaric than future Alpha, huh?” I pinched his cheek. Alaric spoke in baby talk as if he was answering me. “Oh, so you prefer to be called Alaric?” I responded to his words as if I knew what he was saying.

But he didn't even seem to notice. "Alaric," I said again. "You need to breathe. Please.”

With realization hitting her, she fixed her stance and said, “Hi, I’m Alana’s friend.” “F-R-I-E-N-D?” Alric said, his masculine voice strengthened and his expression formed a sneer. “Define… FRIEND? In fact, spell it for me because I doubt you even know it." While the temperature around them dropped, Alana's eyes formed hearts in Alric's way. 'Damn!'

"Who are you?" The stranger smiled, but there was nothing kind about it. "Names have power, and I'm not in the habit of giving mine away so easily. But you can call me Alaric, if it helps." Dorian stiffened beside me, his usual composure cracking for the first time. "Alaric," he said, his voice tight. "I thought you'd vanished." Alaric chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I suppose I should be flattered you remember me, Dorian. But I'm not one to disappear when there’s so much... potential at stake."

I replied with a soft smile. “When did he even get here? I didn’t see him.” Lana mumbled under her breath. She couldn’t sense his presence like other wolves could. Alaric’s eyes landed on her with his usual playful grin. “And you must be his failed bride.” I shot him a warning look. “What? The news traveled fast,” he added, unbothered. “I’m Alaric. His beta.” “Nice to meet you, Alaric. But… beta?” she asked, clearly lost.

Why haven't you answered our calls or texts, shorty? Me: Woah, Casanova, it almost sounds like you miss me? Alaric: In your worst nightmare. Me: Oh, Al, every moment spent with you is a nightmare. Alaric: You want to die? Jonah: Can you guys have one civilized conversation? LOL Me: Have you not met Alaric, the Pennywise impersonator? Alaric: Call me that again. I dare you! Me: Oh, look. Is "IT" a bird? Is "IT" a plane? No... "IT" is irrelevant.

Alaric is a hybrid Alpha- A Lycan wolf, born from a Pack that rejected him for being different. It wasnt his fault that He was a wolf with mixed genetics from different subspecies of wolves ,yet his father had falsely accused his mother of infidelity, and when Alaric's wolf presented as a Lycan, he was cast out of the Pack immediately. He found solace among the local rogue wolves, who had chosen to reject Pack rules and live outside of the Pack’s conventions that mostly shunned anything different especially Lycans.

“Although Alpha Alaric is calm like Alpha Atlas, he is more patient and less terrifying, too. He isn't as playful, chatty, or funny as Alpha Arien, but he is cool. He doesn't bother us.” We were engrossed in our conversation, barely noticing the shadow that loomed over us. My heart did a backflip as Alaric towered over us, his eyes fixated on me as if scrutinizing every inch of my skin. “I need names, who did this to you?” he asked in a cold tone, void of emotions. “Nothing,” I mumbled, looking away as I thought of a lie. I'll be doomed if he finds out the truth. “Azara,” he called in a warning tone, narrowing his gaze at me. “Don't even think of lying. Who hurt you?”

“Alaric, what are you playing at now?” Alaric turned, a cruel smile spreading across his face. “A fortunate turn of events, Luna. It seems the gods are favoring me tonight.” Marlow spat at his feet, his face contorted in rage. “You think this is a victory, Alaric? You think you’re winning? You’re nothing but a coward, hiding behind your men and your lies.” Alaric’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. He took a step closer to Marlow, his voice low and dangerous. “Careful, Marlow. You’re not in a position to make threats.”