Alastor Hoodie Novels & Stories

I could feel my wolf wanting to rip him apart, I knew if I did, it would cause bigger problems. "Alpha Draven, we do not need a show from you. While your mate may be pretty and a good fuck, we are only interested in the real she-wolf who has real abilities. Anyway, with her history of being a whore, it's probably best for you to keep her under lock and key, maybe back in your prison would be good?" Alpha Ariston smiled evilly, before looking at Aura and licking his lips. "When you tire of her, perhaps I would be interested in taking a turn," he sneered.

“You can wear one of my hoodies if you want.” “Yes! Thank you. I can wear anything.” The Alpha opened his closet and threw one of the hoodies towards her, and when she caught it, an intense smell of vanilla and his musk invaded her nostrils. It had a strong residual of his scent along with the clothes freshener. She secretly didn't mind it at all. "I can't wear this," Allie stated, holding the material in a ball in her opened palm. Nate arched his brow. “What happened to I can wear anything?”

Harlow growled and transformed into a large gray Lycan. Alastair grinned with a crooked smile. “Baby, I was already in hell.” He transformed into a black Lycan standing 6 ft 8”. His head nearly touched the hanging chandelier. Using shadow magic, I trapped Alastair’s feet to the ground. Black shadows gripped his ankles in place, enough to give Harlow an opening. At super speed, Harlow shredded Alastair’s body. Though his feet were bound, Alastair’s hands were still free. His hand swung faster and slammed Harlow’s body into the wall. We were too late to see it.

"I always knew something was wrong with him." "Pathetic." "Disgusting." I felt Derek tense immediately. My own anger surged as the men continued laughing. One mimicked a kiss as the others nearly doubled over. Then I noticed something that Derek recognized them. "Darren?" The laughter stopped briefly. One of the men smirked. "Hey, Derek." My stomach tightened. These were Ashbounds. Every single one of them. Derek struggled into a sitting position. "What is this?" Nobody answered. "Darren, seriously. What are you doing?"

I stood under the shower for just a few seconds before running out to wear my clothes. A long black dress was on the bed already before I woke up, so I just slid into it. I didn't know how things operated here, but it seemed there were workers who chose Luna's clothes or something. I was about to dashed off the room, when I saw a note on the bed. I didn't hear the door open while I was bathing, and I was very sure Oliver didn't leave any notes. "You absorbed the Alpha's curse, come to the constellation, I have a cure for you."

As time went by, my walk became faster, and so did the person behind me. When I was near the second to the last alley, I was ready to do the first move and attack whoever was behind me, but my eyes widened when I saw what it was. Long and sharp claws, and eyes that have the color of a sunflower shine under the light of the moon. Werewolf. And a gamma who looks like he's not in his right mind! F*cking sh*t. Just how lucky I could be tonight to see a werewolf that's not in their right mind?

I sneered. He wiped my smudged lipstick, his tone dropping. "Behave while I’m still being nice. In here, you’re not a lawyer. Just an omega in heat." "You’re sick." His grip tightened on my waist. "Look around, Stasia. Every person here is an Alpha. The only reason they aren’t lunging for you is me." He grabbed my chin, his hardened eyes locking onto mine. "You’d better keep it that way." I resisted the urge to cover myself, to hide from their stares. The dress was too tight and too revealing, exposing me to their gazes. Worse, my fear made my scent spike, drawing more attention.

Eden Monroe. "I'm not Alpha Dorian." The voice said. The stranger held me by my shoulder and I regained my memory. I didn't know who it was, it wasn't Dorian so what was it? What in the world does he even mean by Alpha Dorian? I felt scared again, now figuring it was just my imagination and it wasn't Dorian standing behind me. Suddenly, a figure steps out of the shadows. It's a man, dressed in black, with piercing blue eyes and a menacing expression. He looks dangerous, and you can tell that he's not someone you want to mess with.

Alessandro inquired as I raised my head to face him. "I have nothing to... um..." He seemed to comprehend as he quickly opens the door next to us, which I recognize as his bedroom from when he told me not to enter. I watch as he reappears, this time carrying a black hoodie. Taking it from him with hesitancy, I pull it over my head, letting the hoodie rest low against my knees, the sleeves dangling past my hands, as Alessandro comes to my aid and rolls up the sleeves to my wrists.

Maybe things will get better… I turned to the bags that were still left to organise. Alistair had delivered many bags of clothing and I realised most were rather revealing, all in colours I didn’t usually wear aside from black. I missed my hoodies… I stared at the dress I now took out of the bag. It was a halter neck, and it was so short… I looked up when a shadow blocked the doorway. “My prince.” I whispered, moving back as his sharp gold-green eyes scanned the closet. My haze dipped to his perfect body,