Alaric Pronunciation Novels & Stories

Alpha Aryan asked Marc, tilting his head to a corner like a child requesting for an ice cream. “When you said “lone time” I thought you were gay. “Alaric commented, and we all stared at him with a surprise look. “Alaric? “ I called. “ What? You all shouldn't give me that look. That's precisely how he sounded in my head, you know, like when lovers want to have a moment.” Alaric muttered and I rolled my eyes. “And why should we be having a lone time?” Marc asked, twitching his fingers.

I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, panting, chest heaving, eyes squeezed shut. Calm. Center. Fucking calm…godsdamn center! “Look what the cat dragged out." “Devils!” I nearly jumped out of my skin at Alaric's voice. “Do not do that.”I hissed, clamping my voice down. He stood there, one brow arched obscenely high, shock and amusement written all over his face. I could practically see the dozen ridiculous conclusions queuing up behind his teeth, ready to spill. “Not a single damn word,” I growled, pushing off the door.

“I’ve heard about you.” Kael didn’t respond. The stranger gave a small nod, as if confirming something to himself. “My name is Alaric,” he said. “Alpha of the Ironwood Territory.” A ripple of reaction moved through the pack. Even Kael’s expression tightened slightly. Elara didn’t recognize the name, but the response around her told her enough. This was someone important. Someone powerful. “Your territory is two mountain ranges away,” Kael said. “You didn’t come here for a visit.”

It came out incredibly low, a deep, gravelly baritone that vibrated straight through the floorboards and into the soles of my feet. "Why is your face that way, pretty girl?" Alaric asked, the words brushing against the top of my head like a dark caress. "Isn't your husband treating you right?” He knew.

“These are your stepbrothers. Meet Alaric and Osric.” I had smiled nervously, waiting for them to acknowledge me. Alaric’s head snapped to me, and his eyes widened. Then his gaze went cold as they swept over me, his lips curling like he had seen something horrible. “So this is the one without a wolf?” he sneered. “What a waste of a good lineage.” My smile faltered, Alaric's words feeling like a knife to my chest. Beside him, Osric had only shrugged. “Welcome,” he said distractedly, not bothering to turn away from the game.

“I just can’t… I can’t move. I think I’m stuck. I need to get up but I can’t get up. I’m stuck!” Alaric frowned, leaning closer to me. “What do you mean you can’t move? Are you in pain?” “Does it look like I’m joking? I’m not in pain I just can’t move. I think something is wrong.” Without saying a word, Alaric reached into his pocket for his phone and dialed a number on his phone. “This is Alaric,” he said in a clipped voice. “I need you to get here immediately.” Then he hung up and said, “They are coming.”

For some second I saw guilt in his eyes. “Alaric,” Prissy's voice came from the hall through the door. Fuck!. “Alaric!,” this time her voice was closer to the door. “Alaric!,” she knocked against the door. “Alaric!,”.

Alaric is the first to speak, a mature smile curving his lips. The sight of it makes my stomach twist. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Alaric’s aura is several times heavier than any other Alpha here. I try to slip past him on his left. Alaric shifts and blocks me again. I stop, then tilt my head up to meet his gaze. “Move,” I say. One sharp word, borrowed from Reeve’s arrogance. Alaric doesn’t budge. Instead, he lowers his face closer, suspicion tightening his expression as his nose wrinkles. He inhales near my throat, sampling the air. I swallow and hold my breath, forcing myself not to retreat. “You stink,” Alaric growls, his voice low, like distant thunder.

His eyes burned a frightening shade of scarlet, like fires that refused to die, and his smile had the power to defy logic. "Who the hell are you?" I ordered, my voice unwavering despite the shaking electricity surging through me. The guy inclined his head in amusement. "Such fire." He offered a languid clap, which echoed mockingly. "I see why the Rift likes you. But let us not lose time. You can call me Alaric. Let's just say I'm extremely familiar with how things operate around here." Eric stood in front of me, taking a defensive position. "Stay back."