Albert Atreides Novels & Stories

She will never stop until he gives in and at this point, he doesn't really have a choice. Expanding their empire, especially their clan is the main priority of the Gunners. They're royalties. He's the only son of the mighty alpha warrior, Jacob Gunner, and Celestia Gunner, who belongs to a powerful royalty family. After Arden, Celestia can't bear a child anymore, the reason why their only hope to spread and retain the legacy of their lineage is to set up Arden into a marriage for convenience. The royalties of each town came to the mansion to present each of their beautiful daughters to Arden, who sat boredly on his throne, his head resting on his knuckles and his other hand on the throne's s

I had seventeen minutes before the royal escort came to take me away. My father signed me up as the Alpha Prince's surrogate candidate. Alpha Prince Grayson, the King's only heir. He'd been in a coma for months. The King and Queen wanted a backup plan. An heir. So they'd sent word to all thirteen packs: each pack must offer at least one unmated female candidate. Virgin. Healthy. Ready to breed. My boyfriend was supposed to save me from that.

He sighs, "I know what is going through your head, but father made you a part of this pack and that will not be undone simply because he is gone." Alpha Renier is dead. He was ill for a very long time. Everyone was braced for it. I thought I was. But after feeling his cold hand slipping from my fingers, something broke. I became scared. Terrified of the future. He was my anchor in this world. And now that he is gone, it will only be a matter of time before I am swept away by the merciless waves of truth. I was half sure his son and wife would kick me out on the streets to be devoured by the rogue, so I left on my own. Now, I cannot deny the tiniest shock that seeps into me. And as much as I

I did this for Irene's father, for Irene, and for Silas. “Let it be known,” I said, turning to the crowd again, “that they didn’t act alone. Those seven traitors had minions.” A murmur swelled as more names were read: “Chris, my right man,” I chuckled in disbelief. “Alpha Kael, Malcolm Stark, and his unfortunate son, Peris Stark. They are all traitors.” Gasps again. I was also in disbelief. These people were so close to me, yet they betrayed me so significantly.

I asked flatly. There was a pause. I couldn’t see his eyes beneath the bandage, but I felt his surprise ripple in the air. He hadn’t expected the question, not like that. For once, I had thrown him off balance. He shrugged, stepping further into the room, his boots scraping against the floor. “I thought you might have heard. I’m Alpha now.” His voice carried arrogance, like venom dripping slow. “Our father finally had the sense to recognize where true power lies. You’ve lost, brother. But don’t fret. I’m not cruel. I’d be willing to give you a place—some work at the cottage, perhaps. We could use your strength. It would be… a noble contribution.”

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" "Apparently not well enough," he said, moving toward me. "Since you neglected to mention you were carrying my child." I froze. What was he talking about? "I..." I couldn't form words. Guards surrounded him immediately. "State your business. This is Alpha Wraith's territory." "I'm Malik Throne," he said, not taking his eyes off me. "Lycan King of the Northern Territories and I'm here to claim what's mine." Did he just say Lycan King? As in the most powerful supernatural being in existence?

“Also, remember how he firmly disagreed with being intimate with Nancy, even if it meant that he’d die. Della, that’s how loyal he is to you.” “See… Because he’s loyal. He became loyal the moment he knew he liked you.” “And who’s Albert?” I laughed. “Why are you even asking that stupid question?” “Just answer me.” Her voice went high. Okay, she’s serious. Nonchalantly, I replied, “He’s an Alpha heir.” “Exactly! Someone as important as him risked his life for you and went right to danger by going to Wakeland for you. He went there even when his parents and sister tried to stop him.”

“Very well. As we discussed earlier, we're willing to offer you a substantial sum for your... goods. But we need to ensure that our investment is secure.” I smiled, “I understand your concerns, Alberto. And I assure you, our partnership will be mutually beneficial. I have a plan to take down Alpha Kaden and claim the throne. With your support, we can make it happen.” Alberto raised an eyebrow as he took his seat on a large cushion seemingly intrigued. “Go on.”

The Williams, who were always close to us? I was really surprised at how small this world could be sometimes. “That's cool; you are close with her. I feel more at ease this way. Since I trust you, I feel more relaxed,” he said with a relieved laugh. Albert was the only living heir to a powerful legacy; he had to grow up quickly to even take on his family's great name, but since the world was not a fair and honest place, he had to protect his family's legacy as a guardian or something similar. Those were his words when, after work, we went out to have a few drinks and talk.

It was the man walking beside her. Silas Vance moved with the terrifying, leisurely grace of a tyrant who knew no one in the room could match his strength. His dark tailored suit was pristine, buttoned firmly over the violent canvas of his scarred chest, and his presence was so massive that he effectively shielded Valerie from the glinting, hostile glares of the surrounding crowd. As they reached the center of the raised obsidian dais, the Head Elder of the Alpha Council, a frail but vicious old wolf named Abraham, stepped forward. His ancient amber eyes locked onto Valerie with unbridled disgust.