Alba Mechad Novels & Stories

The first girl voices my thoughts and her pouting friend's eyes go wide. "Me too. Can you imagine Abaddon helping move you into all the right positions? I'd get them wrong on purpose just to have him touch me." The third girl says, making the pouring girl grin. "It wouldn't be Abaddon though, it would be Alpha Eligor." She laughs and they all shudder. "You know he's screwing their maid." The third girl lowers her voice. "Even with Grace in the house." "The Alpha dips his wick anywhere he wants. I heard my parents talking and even when Luna Kateline was alive, he was sleeping around. It's gross." The first girl shakes her head in disgust and then they're interrupted when our teacher bangs on

Albert came out of there. Lyca covered her horse, which was still covered by Xavier's hand because she didn't want to make a sound. And the reason she is shocked is that Albert has shown up. Now, he's half human and half monster... It's gross to look at how uneven Albert's body is. All of his hair was gone, and even his eyes were different. The scar on Robert's face is the only thing that lets Lyca know who he is.

" Alba said as we headed out. And that's why I loved her. Alba was more trusting and more encouraging than my own family. She had been with me through most of many worse parts of my life. She was the only constant in my life. She was family. A few minutes later, we both were on the guest room with Nova on the bed. "She looks nothing like Nala, how are they even related?" Alba said louldy which was so unlike her. Alba is the most open and welcoming person I have ever met, so her acting this way to Nova was a side of her I had never seen before or experienced. "I look more like out father." Nova said cutting in before I could say anything, "And Nala looked like our mom. And you can stop talki

She was now Alice Mendez. ********

To upgrade myself from Omega to Delta. Once I proved to everyone that I was more than what they thought of me, then that meant I was finally worthy to become Alpha Hunter Albrecht’s Luna. I wanted to work on myself first. So I could be more helpful to him. They have been telling him that I won’t do any good—that I am just a nobody from a former enemy pack. But I believe I was meant for bigger things. It was embarrassing to admit, but I wanted to make Alpha Hunter proud of me one day.

“My mother didn’t create me from scratch. She resurrected pieces of minds that had once existed. Great thinkers. Warriors. Philosophers. She built us out of legends.” Julian ran a hand through his hair. “You’re saying you’re not just human and machine, you’re part myth?” “Not metaphorically,” she said. “Literally.” She tapped a file. SUBJECT ALPHA-000: THE FLAME. Status: UNKNOWN. Locked in Vault XIII. Julian leaned closer. “Vault XIII? Where’s that?” Alma’s hand hovered over the screen. “This facility has thirteen underground vaults. I never knew what was in the last one.”

Even though she was confused, still managed to get inside the car. Alcot turned around to the other side and climbed up to the driver's seat. Then he started to the engine and drive the car away. "You owned this vehicle?" Maia questioned. Her best friend nodded. "Yes. I am the twelfth ambassador, Mai. I can have anything that I wanted." "Sometimes I almost forgotten that you're an Alpha. You're too different than them," she commented. "That's because I'm handsome and a way lot younger than them," the joker chuckled.

"Hi," I said timidly. She stood before me, tall, radiant, cloaked in fur as white as snow with eyes like garnets, glowing from within. My wolf. She was... like me. "I have been waiting for this moment," she said. Her voice was regal, calm, and ancient. "I am Alba, descendant of the goddess Kheimon, first of my kind. High Priestess of Winter." "Is that who we are?" I asked, my voice trembling with awe. "High Priestess of Winter?"

Alberto jeered. Alberto had a story. He had once been an Alpha of a small pack across the border. They had been doing well—until they were attacked. He had been forced to sacrifice the woman he loved, their bond, and even their son to save himself. Now, he owed his life to the people he worked for. They had saved him, given him a second chance when he had given up. He was their first recruit for this mission and a vital part of their plan to take over.

* Mike replies just as the large doors to the throne room open once more. I peer at the Alpha who confidently strides forward. His tall dark frame with familiar green eyes lock on mine and he smiles wide and brilliantly. “Marcus?” I say with a frown because the man is almost the carbon copy of Lamia’s father. “Your Highness,” The Alpha bows, “Alpha Albert of the River Moon pack.” He speaks now nodding his head at Mike as a greeting. Mike smiles and bounces down the steps. “Alpha Albert, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally.” Mike extends his hand to the Alpha who takes it, and they shake vigorously. “My father will be sorry he missed you.”