Albus X Scorpius Novels & Stories

With a huff, he went to stand beside Alfos, who had his arms strung up against his chest. “Sometimes our intuition can be wrong, you know,” Alfos said. He had stood there for hours as Rodrik carried out his search but didn’t bother to say a word. “But it was real…” Draco insisted. “The creator does not grant mate bond twice; you alone should know that, Dracolian,” Alfos turned his head to Draco and stared after speaking. “There are some things you do not get your hopes on,” he added, lashes fanned out. If there was one thing Alfos had in common with his late sister, it was the long lashes. The Wilbur’s were known to have the longest hair in all of Abbator, but Draco felt like their lashes sh

“I don’t have any idea for that, mom.” “I understand. You still can’t believe this fact. You’re not the omega of Jungle Power.” Mom took a breath. “And the fact that you are the omega of Crescent Scarlet.” I was indeed surprised, even more so about the wolf in my body. From the very beginning I noticed a strange thing, maybe if someone else’s wolf had slightly rough and slightly light colored hands as well as sharp and strong claws. My wolf is not, even I feel that my wolf is an albino wolf.

I nodded shakily, glancing at Zelda, who didn't know what was happening then. I took two quick steps forward, but she raised her hands for me to stay where I was, "Please let me know what I should do with Blood Canine." She shook her head, "nothing." "Nothing?" I was getting a little angry. "If I just do nothing, Alpha Tristan will kill me." "You mean your mate, Akasha?" "He's not my mate, and I'm not what you say I am." She smiled at me as I came closer, whispering, "You don't think the color of your eyes is because you are of mixed breed, do you?"

Like a snake, my beauty distracted him from how deadly I truly was. Shaking my head, I whispered. “Silly, Alpha Nox. It’s not purple.” “It’s not? Then what is it?” He tilted his head curiously. A savage grin slashed its way across my face. “It’s lilac.”

An Alpha versus another. Kylian launched at Knox with a jab to his side, forcing a release of the man whose wolf clearly had no energy left to fight back. Knox howled in pain as he regarded the wolf that had interrupted his fun. The scent was familiar and distinct too. Kylian's wolf was brown with black highlights and crimson–red eyes.

He growled, and the sound vibrated as it hummed from his throat. “Stop playing Xerxes, you know my name is Meadow.” The she-wolf stepped up to him and nudged him with her snout. He smelt of pine cones and cherries. The wolf was caught off guard as the she-wolf licked the side of his face. “I am not Xerxes,” the wolf groaned. Meadow was confused. “What should I call you then?” Meadow purred, thinking that her mate likes role-playing. “I am Alazar,” he rumbled proudly.

But modesty is still valued in the human world, so we know to cover up. “Alpha Scarlett.” I hear a familiar voice call out. I turn to see Alpha Connor running towards us. “Alpha Connor. Good to see you. Just wish it could be under better circumstances.” I say to him. Alpha Connor is closer to my parent’s age than to mine but wasn’t mated until he was a bit older, so his pups aren’t yet old enough to take over his pack. He may not be a spring chicken anymore, but he’s still one hell of an Alpha. And he has the handsome good looks of a matinee idol with piercing blue eyes, a strong, square jawline and salt and pepper grey hair.

Four men stood around her but they weren't just men, she could smell it on them, that distinct Alpha scent that was impossible to miss even through the water and her own exhaustion. Four Alphas, all watching her with varying expressions. What the hell? One of them was holding his jaw where she'd hit him and he had dark hair and looked seriously pissed off about being punched. Another had red hair and was clearly trying not to laugh at the whole situation. The third had silver streaked through his black hair and was watching her like a soldier assessing a potential threat. The last had golden hair and green eyes that were studying her with disturbing intensity. Then the red haired one burst o

They had a deal with the Alphas. "What is the deal?" I asked. "Ana's father, Dylan, is a psychic who can read anyone's past, and Caroline's father, Gordon, is well-versed in rare herbs and can cure rare illnesses. Alpha Xavier wants to learn the past and also cure their mother. Although Gordon and Dylan are wealthy and don't need money, they agreed to engage their daughters with the Alphas, knowing that the Blackmoon Alpha has a curse that makes it hard for them to find a mate," Daisy explained as she poured the coffee into the mugs and placed them on the small trays.

His stern gaze seemed to emphasize that he was not boasting. "Lance Morgan is the son of Christian Dexter and Judith Morrow," Albert said to answer Sebastian's curiosity. "Alpha Albert, I apologize-" "It's okay, Uncle. This is a hard fact for me to accept, but it is what it is. That little bastard is my brother," Albert said. "No wonder. But ...." Sebastian raised his eyes to the Alpha. "How did that Alpha seed come about? One pack can't have two Alphas," he said. "And that will never happen in the Golden Moon Pack," Albert emphasized with his eagle eyes fixed on Sebastian.