Alaric Saltzman Novels & Stories

She knew that, or she should have. “You say that like love is some disease,” she whispered. “For a Romanov, sometimes it is,” I answered, and the admission tasted like ash. Confusion crossed her face and I had already said too much. I stepped around her. “Elena, go back to your room.” She followed. “You are really going to defend her?” “I am not defending anyone,” I said. “She is making you look ridiculous,” she said. “What are the other packs going to say about a wolfless woman being married to Alpha Romanov? For years the family reputation has been secured, and you’re throwing that away for her?”

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”

“ Are you ready to go, bellissima? “ I nodded my head and we started walking on the pavement to my motel. “ What do you do for a living? “ I asked to break the ice. The man was clearly rich. He was wearing Armani from head to toe and he had an expensive car plus a driver. “ I own many businesses. Usually, I invest in collapsing businesses and bring them to their feet. “ I nodded my head in understanding. “ What about you? “ “ I’m an editor. I love languages and I thought I’d put my skills to good use. “ " I'm sure you'll find another good job. " Before we knew it, we were outside my motel. I turned to face him and wondered what the right thing to say was. " Is 9 a.m. alright with you? " " Ye

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Don’t get me wrong, you expect bullshit when running a pack and dealing with many outside issues but there are also perks to being Alpha but lately, I’m only seeing bullshit and it’s dragging me down. If I’m being honest with myself I would have given up my title ages ago but I don’t have any sons to take over the Alpha title. My wife and I were blessed with our daughter Ariel but no sons. She had a hard time giving birth to Ariel and it was recommended that she didn’t have any more children because the risk of her dying was quite high. Of course, Loralie tried to insist on giving me a son too. Dispute the doctor's warning, she felt that it was her job to give me an heir but I wouldn’t hear

Calista’s POV “You can’t walk. You are paralyzed at this moment, so the Alpha King ordered the servants to prepare your meal for the meantime.” Alpha Jacob tilted his head, his gaze narrowing as I tasted a spoonful of the soup from Mellisandrei without looking away. My eyes tracked the familiar, ornate gold of his royal tunic. Only now did I realize he had changed back into his formal clothes. With a stern expression, Jacob sat confidently on his chair, looking effortlessly good without even trying.

“It is for Alpha Arturo, I…” “Get one of the wine bottles, Alana, and fill this with water.” He said, looking at the woman over his shoulder again before he turned his attention to me. The maid left us alone before the man extended his hand to me, making me frown in confusion. “I am Lorenzo, Alpha Arturo’s second beta, I don’t think that I have introduced myself to you.” “I beg your pardon?” I asked, voicing out my confusion. The man was just giving me a warning and now he was introducing himself to me? That was not something that I understood.

envelope to give to Dalton, “Why are you cuffed? I thought you were working for Argent.” I said it more as a statement because when I saw him at the police department he acted like Argent’s body guard and now he is sitting in front of me with a busted up face and hands cuffed in front of him. He was going to answer but he dropped his gaze from mine. I kicked at the ground and got my so-called brothers attention. He looked up at me and rolled his eyes, “Look, I’m not Argent is using me. Long story short, I was adopted when I was a newborn. I grew up in Alabama and when I got into my teen years I found out I could,” he looked at his hands and rubbed them together, “do things. With my mind. I