Alastor X Novels & Stories

“Astoria… this is my brother and your step-brother…Viktor.” Brother. My gaze snapped to Vladimir and then back to Viktor. We were barely standing far apart now, so I could see how his gaze darkened, and his jaw clenched, like I had done something wrong to him unknowingly. But I knew if I felt daunted now, he would forever hold that on me. Even I had to stay for a few days, I wouldn’t live like a scaredy cat. “Viktor,” Vladimir said more firmly. “This is Astoria Winters.”

Candles made of rendered fat flickered around it, casting grotesque shadows, and the air was thick with the cloying scent of burnt herbs and freshly spilled blood. Before the altar, a dozen wolves—members of the local Frostfall Pack—were gathered. They were chanting in a low, guttural language Scarlett didn't recognize, their eyes glassy and distant. Their Alpha, a hulking brute named Kael, stood at the center, his hands raised in supplication. And on the altar, bound and terrified, was a young pup. Its fur was matted, its eyes wide with fear, and a silver dagger glittered beside it.

56 ANNALISE As the portal opened before us, I felt the familiar pull of magic surge through my veins. The incantations I had chanted moments earlier echoed in my mind as the swirling light formed into a doorway. Adrian stood beside me, his jaw set in determination. Molu, our guide through this journey, nodded solemnly. This realm, the one Marcus had banished his enemies to, stretched far beyond the portal’s light. Without hesitation, we stepped through.

Better have a mutant wolf than none at all. After a few minutes my eyes adjust and I can see my usual audience. Alpha Theo and his wife, Luna Nala, their son Omario, Frode who is prophet Rufus’ apprentice and Beta’s Sylvester and his wife Brenda. The rest are Alpha Theo’s Gamma friends, who are as despicable as him. Just like him, they are not the kind I or any young woman would want to be around. This applies to us servants and everyone in the pack, single, widowed or married. They take what they want, whenever. Maybe it is some sort of a blessing that the pack is infertile. I am brought back from my thoughts by Alpha Theo’s rough, distasteful voice.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

I slowly turn to see Ghost standing next to Low and Brandon; all three men have their arms crossed over their chests and are glaring at me like I’m about to explode into the spawn of satan. “She’s running. With our Alpha’s pup.” Brandon growls; he’s glaring at me so there is no misunderstanding about how he feels about me. Just this afternoon he was helping me fix Seraphina’s punching technique and now he’s looking at me like he wants me to burst into flames.

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

Her face had just been used as a hole to ram thick disgusting meat in and out of it until she was finally forced to either swallow or be sprayed by their white smelly goo. “Take it off and see how it looks,” Alastor said, making her look up at him with her curious brown eyes. The look, her faltering nervous touch and the aura of innocence that she radiated almost made Alastor want to skip this part and take her instead but he persevered and stood still feeling his cock be freed from its encasement.

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

He asked, glaring at me, and I smiled, my smile both cold and sarcastic as I fought back punching the man in the face. “The same fucking game that you are putting me through, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.” I said, keeping my eyes on his. “You seem to forget that I am not the human that you want to toy around with before throwing aside, and I am not the Luna that is fighting for your attention. You and your fucking attention can rot in hell, as for your Lycan…” “I did not send Alaric to you, Valerie.” He said, and I scoffed.