Alaric Saltzman Novels & Stories

It was black, but standing beside it was a man at a podium. We looked at each other for a second. His expression showed a flicker of curiosity that he immediately covered with contempt. I’d bet anything he was the other side’s interpreter, but where was the one who was actually negotiating? “Let’s begin,” Lorenzo said coldly, and the screen lit up as the Zoom call connected. On the other side sat a handsome man in an office, with blond hair slicked back and deep brown eyes. Even through the screen, I could tell he was an Alpha. And more than that... why did he feel like someone I’d met before?

He was as cold as hell. He…was Chace Saltman. The chairman of Saltman Group. He was divorced, childless and lived all by himself. He was truly cold and impersonal. Xavia was a little timid and instantly felt that there was still a trace of humanity in Zivon. After all, he was really very good to Maison. On the other hand, the man in front of him did not seem like a human being at all, as if he were a cold zombie. She subconsciously moved closer to Zivon and looked away in another direction.

Therefore, the moment they saw him, they scrambled. “Mr. Alkim, this is my brother, Huracio. The one I spoke of previously. He is an IT expert and incharge of all cyber related issues in our company.” Salvatore sang my praise with a voice so alive that I did a double take. “Oh, Mr Ignatius, I have heard so much about you.” Renald Alkim stretched out his hand and I grabbed it, making sure he felt the strength in my bones. “Mr. Alkim, it's a pleasure meeting you. I have heard so much about you too.”

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

While Zara was thinking about what to do, there was a gentle tap on her table. She followed the hand with its clear-cut knuckles up to Stanley's smiling face. He looked smart today with his new silver glasses and matching chain. Zara was a bit taken aback. She closed her documents and sat up straight. "Professor Schmidt, what are you doing here? Did you come to get Salty Fries for Ms. Schmidt again? "By the way, those Salty Fries you gave me last time were a hit in the office. Thanks a lot." "I should've bought more. One serving wasn't enough, was it?" he replied.

Eligor taunts him, but Zachariah just smirks back at him. ”Well, I only intend to beat you, then I can leave the running of it to my Alpha mate, or perhaps my Alpha daughter. Both are equally capable but I'm not sure, which would irritate you more?" A few wolves snort as though laughing, others growl in irritation, but Eligor and Zachariah face each other down, ignoring everyone around them and that's when I sense my opportunity. Eligor is perhaps two metres from me, maybe two and a half, I could be in front of him in one leap, slicing his throat before he even realised what had happened.

"It’s just a bit of fun—" "Now," the alpha commands. The alpha is larger than the other three wolves, and there’s a deadly promise in his eyes. Vladimir seems to sense this and shakes his head. “Come on, lads. It’s time to get the hell out of here.” He flashes a grin and gives me a sarcastic bow. “Until we meet again, Your Highness.” The alpha closes the door behind them. My mouth feels parched and my mind is spinning. Is he my rescuer? Or does he have something even more sinister planned?

Rich people are strange. "It is, if you're conspiring against one of us," Grayson says, obvious referring to the Alpha's in here. By the look in his eyes, he doesn't want to believe the words he says, but he is totally correct in his assumptions. I am here for Alpha Noah of the Harmony Pack. I nod down to his hand on my arm. "I think you should let me go..." Looking at his hand, I suddenly notice something glint around his finger, through the thin fabric of his glove. Is that a ring? My eyes widened...silver.

“I guess we could finish that Dahmer series.” “Yes!” He karate chopped the air in celebration, like a little kid who had been told they could stay up late for the night. “I mean… sure, if that’s what you wanna do.” “Smooth.” I laughed, shaking my head at his bizarre behaviour. “The smoothest.” He grinned, his golden hair and hazel eyes glittering in the afternoon sun. For a moment, I could see the innocent little boy he must have been, before someone had flipped the kill switch in his brain and turned him into a lunatic, albeit a funny one.

Because of course, this was just another night of duties and fake smiles. Then the wind shifted, and I caught that scent. My wolf froze as every nerve in my body went on high alert. I turned, scanning the room until my eyes fell on her. She was standing at the corner, obviously trying to stay hidden. Her dress was a bit shabby and her dark hair was barely adorned. Nothing about her screamed “special,” but that pull inside me tightened so hard I could barely breathe. “Who’s that?” I’d asked Marcus. He glanced over. “Her? That’s Celia…Hartwood, I think. She’s an omega.” My eyes bulged for a second.