Alastor X Charlie Novels & Stories

His eyes were bloodshot, redrimmed and hanging with eyebags. And there was a goblet in his hand, slowly tilting to the ground. The moment Alpha Chester set his eyes on me, they widened. "Nora?" He called out in a croak of a voice. My skin grated with annoyance as he mistook me for Nora. Instead I inclined my head in greeting. "It is not Nora, Alpha Chester." I corrected, voice gentle. "I am Alina, Elder Lyall Farkas' first daughter." The eagerness on his face fell, and I watched as his shoulders slumped in disappointment. My mother was right; the Alpha was a bundle of depression!

Valerie’s POV “What the hell are you doing here, Char? Are you doing to attempt another attack right here in the open? Don’t tell me you are stupid enough to try and kill or kidnap me in Maverick's company. That will be so stupid, and I would love to see you try anything stupid right here. I guess it’s high time you get arrested for assault and abuse. I dare you, Charlotte Keller, I dare you to assault me and cause trouble in this building.” I told her with a smirk, enjoying the look of fury on her face as her eyes shone red. I was heading to the cafeteria to get Mavericks coffee when I met her in the hallway, looking so sexy and dangerous. She stood with a strange lady that kept eyeing me d

“How long has she been like this?” Alphonse asked Harry as they stared at Charlene, who was pale and lifeless, looking out at the snow outside. Alphonse tried talking to her earlier, but she never responded. He has to give up after several tries. Alphonse has never experienced this with Charlene before, and though he can understand why she’s acting this way— he could not help but feel like he had failed to stand tall as the foundation for his family.

The fur of her wolf and her eyes looked exactly like our mother’s. But regardless, I was glad that she completed that step without any mishap. But what shocked me the most was what happened after we left her room to continue with the party. The young man standing at the bottom of the stairs while looking at Zelma with a heated gaze was hard to ignore. I was too familiar with that gaze because, the first time Lucien looked at me, he had the same heated gaze and I already could tell what was about to happen. With Zelma asking if I was sensing the strange smell, I knew that something was about to unfold.

Nyxia Evangeline has always been an outcast—a Beta scorned by her own pack. After the mysterious deaths of her parents, she lives under the suffocating control of her ruthless uncle, determined to reclaim her family's legacy and run away with the man she loves—a human unaware of the dark reality lurking beneath the surface of her world. But when her secret relationship is uncovered, Nyxia is forced into an arranged marriage with Dominico Lombardi, the dangerous Alpha enforcer of the most powerful pack on the continent. However, something far darker has been forced upon her. Through black magic, Nyxia is transformed from a Beta into something far more rare and valuable. As the dark magic

“Why not? She was wolfless. Foreign. Every boy tripped over himself for her, while we were invisible. Rumor even said she was a witch—the way men obeyed her like she cast spells.” “Wolfless,” I whispered. That was… interesting. Stacy leaned closer. “Luna, forgive my boldness, but there are whispers. The Alpha doesn’t share your bed. That he spends most nights here, alone. Have you… Completed the bond?” The pity in their faces made me want to vomit. “Don’t worry,” Stacy pressed. “There are herbs. A few drops in his drink, and no wolf alive could resist. He’ll be yours before sunrise.”

Maren's entire body stiffened and her jaw clenched so hard, I swore I heard her teeth grind. "He was," she said tightly. Oh, fuck me. The Phantom Order. The most brutal, twisted brotherhood of Alphas known to exist. The same one Rowan, Darius and Killian were part of. A sick feeling recoiled in my stomach. Lucian was one of them. My breath hitched, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed her wrist. "What do you mean, was?" I snapped, so close to panicking. Because ‘was’ didn’t mean innocent. And if he was anything like those monsters who exploited omegas for their gain—

He can’t read mine, but I can to him. He was trying to avoid this conversation because he didn’t want to discuss it, especially when it was the truth; he killed Aldwin. “Do you want me to tell the truth?” he asks. I nod. “Everything.” “Then kiss me first.” Then he taps his lips, his eyes are even inviting. “Right here.” The earbuds almost exploded in my ears, not because I heard Charlie loud and clear, but because of the vomiting sound Allen produced. Without asking further questions, Charlie was taken aback as I kissed him on the lips. He asks for it, and I am too desperate to get rid of him.

“I deserved a mother.” The sentence cut through the trees like steel. Elira closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she looked older. “I cannot repair what I abandoned,” she said. “I can only tell you what comes.” She placed the black chain on the ruined stone between them. “Alaric means to deliver you to the thing he fears. If he cannot control you, he will trade you.” Lydia felt sick. Trade him. The way she had been traded. The pattern of power was always the same.

“We didn’t sign up for that. None of us knew that was Alastair’s plan. He promised that if we helped him, he would help our Leap regain its pride, its strength. We had no idea we were dealing with a delusional nutcase.” Disbelief flooded Becca’s chest, her throat tightening. “How could you not know? Or at least suspect? Alastair led the raid that killed Charlie and so many others.” Kyle raised one shackled hand. “He told us he was wrong, that he wished you well, wanted to make amends for what he did.”