Albert Atreides Novels & Stories

She touched his arm with an air of familiarity and let her gaze move briefly to me before returning to his face like I wasn’t worth her time. “Is everything alright?” She asked, stroking his arm. “Fine.” He replied as he covered her hand with his. An action that looked too intimate to watch. Emery’s appearance seemed to change Dylan’s demeanor and cement any conflicting thoughts he had. I watch it happen. Even before he opens his mouth I know what is about to happen. “I, Dylan Ashbourne, future Alpha of Ashveil pack—” “Please.” I reach out in an attempt to stop him but he brushes me off.

Even before he opened his mouth. “I, Dylan Ashbourne, future Alpha of Ashveil pack, banish you Lyra Thorne and declare you rogue.”

Albert noticed and was about to say something, but I waved him off. “No need.” Albert nodded and personally gestured for me to walk ahead. That alone shocked everyone. Don Albert—the King of the Underworld, a respected martial artist—was showing someone the way. Eyes widened. Whispers started. I noticed their expressions and simply smiled. We walked deeper into the den until we reached a heavily guarded section. Five armed men stood outside a narrow hallway. The moment they saw Albert, they stepped aside instantly. We entered the hallway and stopped before a reinforced door.

“He is worth millions, Alpha.” My eyes narrowed dangerously. “Are you insane? You expect me to pay the value of over five hundred slaves for one mouthy bastard?” The trader quickly bowed lower. “This one is different, my lord.” My gaze hardened. “How?” The trader looked around nervously before lowering his voice. “He carries a rare gift, Alpha. One almost unheard of in our kind.” I folded my arms across my chest. “What gift?” The trader lifted his trembling eyes and said quietly: “He can bear children.”

ZEBULUN- Twenty Years Old He stood by the window, the fresh morning breeze blowing his long hair over his face. Raising a hand up to tuck them behind his ear, he heard footsteps approaching and his eyes darted in their balls. “Alpha Prince.” The voice of his assistant guard sounded near as the guard gave a slight bow and Zebulun turned around to face him. Dressed in a royal attire with a white soft cloth strapped on his eyes and a golden staff in his hands, Zebulun grew up to be a blinding beauty among the men but his disability stood as an hindrance to be recognized as one.

I was a broken girl and now I was being sold out like furniture by my own father. Engines roared in the distance. Three black trucks rolled into the clearing, dust kicking up behind them. They stopped in a half circle and the doors opened. Rogues poured out of the truck at least a dozen. They looked big, scarred, and moved like predators, not like pack wolves with their rules and hierarchy. These looked like they'd kill you for breathing wrong. Then he stepped out; Ryder Blackwood. I'd heard the stories my whole life. The Rogue Alpha who controlled half the lawless territories, built his empire on violence and even killed his own fated mate.

"No mortal hand could heal this, healer. This is beyond medicine. Beyond your kind. It is a mark of what hunts me, what I have survived. It is not for you to fix." "Do not get involved." My pulse stuttered. "I... I couldn't not." What was I trying to say? His gaze softened, just slightly, the rigid nobility of his posture easing ever so little. "Perhaps you are foolish." There was a glint in his crimson eyes, a predator's amusement tempered by centuries of war. "But I am in your dept for your care." His hands reached out again, and this time the grip on my hand was not in line to check my pulse or the reason for my faltering breaths, just simply so as if he was lending himself a small piece

Even the air seemed to hesitate, as if acknowledging the inevitable. And then, for a fleeting second, Bibi Kamwe’s warning echoed in Adrian’s mind: he’s stronger than ever now. He looked up. Albert and Edward were stepping closer, coordinated, unstoppable, and his body went rigid. This was not the same wolf he had underestimated before. This was not the same alpha he had loved. This was Albert, legendary, untouchable, and entirely lethal. Adrian’s mouth opened, and the world seemed to tilt as realization dawned on him. His plan had failed. Completely. Totally. And there was nothing he could do to fix it.

He didn’t have a manual that allowed him to explore the levels above the mortal realm, yet here he was, a 1st level above-mortal realmer. Abelard fed his men a few vitality and healing pills. He ignored the strange looks they gave him and focused on helping them ingest the pills. It came as no surprise that they were watching him like he was a stranger. These men were part of the royal guard led by Captain Zakai. They were all high level wielders and had been present since his birth. Because they were an elite force, they were rarely deployed. They had watched Abe grow from a toddler to a kid about to enter his teens. Yet they had no idea that their lovable prince was so powerful.

Albert asked, biting into a piece of fruit and trying—unsuccessfully—to offer Brandon a share. “The Aetheria Lord sent me a message,” Alaric replied simply. “A message? About the kid?” Brandon asked, brow arched. “Hm.” “He’s probably urging you to grant the adoption,” Albert said with a loud crunch, earning a glare from Brandon. “I heard a pack of hyenas scheming to snatch the babe.” Alaric turned away without another word, leaving the two to their bickering. The faint sound of Albert’s chewing followed him down the silent corridor.