Alastor X Jambalaya Novels & Stories

While a janitor was scrubbing the carpets, Norval sprinted into the hotel lobby. A drop of his sweat tricked down his face and fell on the carpet and they exchanged awkward glances with the janitor. He assumed and continued to walk towards the elevator when he met up with Jalon. Jalon had a plate full of food on his tray, including toasted bread, an omelette, and a glass of juice balanced on the toast. At the same time, he was munching on a sausage.

Carson hisses, holding Samuel tightly. “I won't lie, this place is fucking beautiful," Caleb mumbles. Carson glares at him, and he smiles goofily, scratching the back of his head. “I mean...this palace is fucking ugly. How can someone be feeding on the hard work of his people? Fucking bastard!" Caleb says to please Carson. “Let us just go find the Alpha," I say, still looking around, awestruck by the beauty of the castle. We head to the place we guessed the Alpha will be.

I whispered under my breath, a silent vow etched in my heart. As I ascended the dark stairwell that led to freedom, my eyes squinted at the sudden flood of sunlight. It stung my vision, and I winced, realizing it had been days since I'd seen natural light. The dungeon's grimness made every ray feel like a newfound luxury. Alpha Jacob appeared beside me with a triumphant smile. "Nora, my dear, soon-to-be Luna," he greeted with exaggerated joy. "I have to go and begin preparations for our grand ceremony. It will be a spectacular affair!"

He engulfed me in a hug then spoke in a low almost indecipherable tone. “Your mummy is gone.” That was all he said. No words of comfort or anything. Just that. I run into the living room where the birthday was supposed to happen and I found her with scratch marks on her neck with blood pooling around her. It was gnarly and till today, my father, Demon Lord Altyre has vowed to avenge her death

The alphas began to spit-ball ideas and Jasper listened with a sense of shock at the violence of the suggestions. “Marcel Damiano,” Jay threw out when the other ideas had been knocked back. “Marcel?” Sebastian leaned back in his seat and raised his eyebrows. “Isn’t he a she now?” “Yes, Marcel now goes by Marcella,” Jay nodded. “Has an apartment above the Wicked Moon nightclub. Speculated to be Reid Morrison’s future second, as they have been friends since childhood and are known to be in each other’s pockets. I say we rough Marcel up a little, break into the apartment and scare the shit out of him.”

ALEXANDER Jasmine slips her hand into mine as we walked to the stairs. “Have you met Dante Alacatara?.” Who the fuck is Dante Alacatara? “No... Why do you ask?.” i questioned, while confusion is visibly showing on my face. “Alexander, stop acting like an old school. Don't tell me you haven't met Dante Alacatara of 'fall for fire' season two.” GREAT! i'm now having movie discussions when they're a million and one things to talk about. So, fucking, great!.

And for main course, a serving of herb-crusted lamb chops with a side of honey-glazed carrots, sautéed wild mushrooms, and a creamy mashed parsnip purée. I licked my spoon after each scoop, and when I looked up, Calix was gazing at me, the intensity in his eyes making my breath hitch. Suddenly, a daring thought played in my head. I dipped my spoon into the last remnants of the honeyed glaze from the carrots, and slowly licked it clean, dragging my tongue along the edge with deliberate care. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Calix’s jaw tighten, his gaze locked on me like a predator stalking its prey.

My stomach clenched, and my fists tightened around my glass. The scent hit me like a drug, thick, dark, and impossibly addictive: smoked cedar, black currant, and something feral underneath that made my knees threaten to fold. My wolf surged forward so violently I nearly dropped the crystal tumbler in my hand. Mate. I heard it loud, unmistakable in my head, a confirmation of something I already knew. And when I turned, the room narrowed to a single point. Alpha Desmond Montari. The Alpha of the Moonfall clan.

In Lalisa’s world now, there were only the burning touches and intoxicating scents of the three Alphas. The flames of desire had been lit under the cool rain, and it seemed they would soon burn everything to ashes… starting with the little Omega who was trembling in the middle of a circle of three hungry predators.

A low growl escaped Trenton's throat, which made Alastor laugh. A female Omega placed a plate before the Alpha, and then another before me. The raw, bloodied heart of poor Alpha Dexter Black lay dead on our plates. “Delicious,” Alastor licked his lips, dropping his head onto his plate, and tearing into the uncooked heart. He looked over at me. “Eat," he ordered. My stomach churned, but I was a strong wolf. With my hands at my side, I lowered my head and feasted on the half of the cold, dead heart on my plate. The taste was vile, I could sense the pain the wolf endured in his last hour. I chewed as fast as I could then washed down the taste with red wine.