Alastor Not Smiling Novels & Stories

"There is one more thing that needs to be accomplished before we fuck." I looked up and saw him take some tools out of the cabinet. He was well built, with abs and pecs. But I didn't have time to admire his body, I didn't know what he was going to do to me. He looked to my lower body, his eyes locked there, smiled at me. "Your pussy is beautifully shaped, it has a thick forest. The Alpha of Blood Moon pack don't like thick pussies."

He just chuckled. So the big bad werewolf can smile. I rolled my eyes as I pushed myself up, leaning my back against the bedpost. “That's right,” He glanced away briefly before turning his attention back to me again, trying to say something but failing. I cleared my throat. “You can save the conversation for later. But now, can I take a moment to enjoy this happy morning? It only takes 5-10 minutes.” True to my word, I thoroughly enjoyed the 5-10 minutes of this wonderful start to the day, lounging around and I discovered that Alpha's house here has a great view from the balcony.

And standing closest to the fire is no other than Alastair. He’s not wearing a robe. In fact, he’s not wearing much at all. He only has a loincloth, and while his physique is amazing, I find it hard to see. Mainly because black hair is starting to cover his body. At first I thought he’s smiling, but he’s only baring his teeth, showing his sharp incisors. Longer and pointier than normal. His gray have become pure white, much like the moon. Much like the eyes of the wolves in the forest.

"And I’m telling you for the last time, back off." His eyes widened in surprise. “With that attitude, You might have been a wolf, Little human.” The audacity of this man. I bared my teeth, shifting a little so he could see the wolf in my eyes and teeth. “So you're not a puny human.” He growled. Even better. “Where is your pack? I do not smell any around you.” Then he sniffed again. “I do not smell you at all.” I continued growling at him, not answering any of his questions, when suddenly, Timothy and Sarah tore free of their bonds and launched themselves at The Alpha.

I was looking for him, but I was not the only one. A presence shifted behind me. I did not turn immediately. There was no need. “You think too loudly,” a familiar voice said. I exhaled slowly. “You always appear where you are not welcome.” Alastor stepped into view with his usual calm, the kind that came from knowing most people could not touch him even if they tried. Apostle of Ra. Exiled on paper, tolerated in practice. “That is an interesting complaint,” he replied. “Coming from a man who treats contracts like loose guidelines.”

Most of them found it mesmerizing. As if the wound wasn’t deep enough, Lucy turned to look at me. A slow, cruel smirk spread across her lips, her eyes dancing with triumph, happy to see me witness this day and even more happy that I wore the dress. It was to my humiliation. The applause that followed their kiss felt deafening, a celebration of my humiliation. No one even acknowledged my presence. They were all happy for their alpha and his new bride.

“You know, I’m starting to miss the demon Alpha you once were. That guy? Would’ve ripped anyone to pieces who even tried to look at his paiónia.” Ronin let out a growl when he grabbed at Alastor and missed the slimy bastard by a hair. “If you’re offering, I’m happy to have pieces of you decorated all over the estate.” Alastor laughed, holding up his hands. “Easy. I come in peace. I just wanted to bring a concerning matter to your attention.”

Is my power limited to the people not close with me like the guards on duty, and I got frustrated that I couldn't hear Oliver and Zane. I returned to my room, and I was still hoping I could see Oliver before the make-up artist and her assistants would arrive. I stayed on my balcony, and I was smiling as I could see the car coming into our driveway, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling as I realized my artists were coming. I got up from the patio chair and walked back inside my room, and I opened the door of my bedroom wide so they could immediately get inside my room; my grin widened when I saw Oliver assist the make-up artists.

Worse, she honestly had no idea how to deal with a drunk– Alastor suddenly pulled away, standing upright now, staring at her with his dark chocolate brown eyes, his bottom lip shaking and sticking out. All in all, he looked like he was about to burst into tears. Wait a minute... Why was Alastor even making that face?! ‘Uh-oh...’ “All I wanted,” his voice cracked, “...was to be with you.” Later, the goddess of shadows will deny to anyone and everyone–especially Thanatos–who'd ever dare to ask, even under torture, that Proserpina’s jaw most certainly did not dropped in that one moment.

The massive screen behind the main stage suddenly went black. The noisy crowd fell silent. Every werewolf in the hall lifted their gazes toward the platform. Drew snarled at me. "Freya, what are you playing at now?" I ignored him. The screen lit up again. A dimly lit healer's den appeared. Lisa stood in the center of the room. A werewolf was kneeling at her feet. Pinned to his chest was the insignia of the Beta of Black Wood Pack.