Alec X Magnus 소설 & 이야기

In front of him was a man standing and checking his results. Alexander silently ate the food and was thinking from time to time about leaving the country and establishing his forces before coming back to take his revenge. He was certain that his parent's accident was more than it seemed

Despite their uncertainties, the hierarchy was clear—Alex was now the leader, and even with their doubts, the pack members had no option but to follow him. As Alex struggled with the responsibilities of being a leader, Magnus withdrew into the background, dealing with the business matters left behind by the late Alpha, Ulysses. Previously a revered and respected Alpha, Magnus is now occupied with managing the ordinary duties of the family business. It wasn't the role he had imagined, but it provided him with a sense of direction amidst the turmoil that had changed his life completely.

I looked past the standing frame of Alpha Adrian to behold a raging beast, whose claws had been stretched out pouring steam. "Alpha Magnus, I don't understand why you are here." Alpha Adrian's voice, had a pint of fear to it as he speak and it was apparent that he was intimidated. "Step aside." Alpha Magnus ordered, voice was deep, much deeper than Adrian's and it held so much authority as well. The huge frame of Alpha Adrian moved aside and I looked up to face Alpha Magnus. My eye had failed to open since the tip of the whip had landed on them, thus I held them with so much tender.

‎ ‎I scrambled across the stone floor, my hands slipping in the blood and debris. ‎ ‎"Not yet!" Magnus shouted, intercepting me. ‎ ‎He tackled me, pinning me to the ground just ten feet away from Kaelen. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his face buried in my neck, inhaling deeply. ‎ ‎"Don't look at him," Magnus panted, his voice thick with adrenaline and lust. "Look at me. I'm the one who won. I'm the Alpha now." ‎ ‎"Get off me!" I screamed, clawing at his face. I tore a strip of skin from his cheek, but he didn't let go. He just laughed, tightening his grip.

“Your wolf is stronger than I calculated.” She raises her hands again, but before she can cast another spell, a voice cuts through the night. “Enough, witch.” A man steps out of the shadows, older, with ash-gray hair and eyes that gleam with malice. Magnus Blackthorn. Alistair’s uncle. “You’re late,” Kate says irritably. “I told you midnight.” “I was ensuring our other pieces were in place,” Magnus replies smoothly. My blood runs cold. They’re working together.

I wasn’t fragile, I know I wasn’t excited, I know. Those were the four-lettered words I was currently battling with. W.I.F.E. He pulled me possessively to his chest as he announced to everyone holding me to his well-built, hard chest. “Just so you all know, she is mine! And you know better than to dare lay a finger on her! I, Alpha Zale Van Dizetro, hereby claim her as my mate.” he warned, roaring out loud to everyone. And with that, he grabbed me tightly on my wrist. People quickly made way for him to pass in order to avoid trouble.

He ruled by blood and from fear. “Alpha.” Marcus emerged at his shoulder and there was shining gray hair on the old wolf's head in the moonlight. “The Council requests your presence.” “They ask, or they demand?” Marcus’s silence said everything. Kael worked his jaw, the beast beneath his skin stirring restlessly. Twenty-seven years old, already sick of politics, tired of the dance between doing whatever needed to be done and what the old wolves wouldn’t allow. But the Blackthorn prophecy resided tight around his neck like a chain forged in hellfire, chains that had to be acknowledged before they could be broken.

"Alpha Nicholas! he's my mate, I know he is and now that I'm 18 I can finally talk to him and allow him to find out for himself!" I almost burst out laughing at her words, but thank the Moon Goddess I manage to hold it in. I'm not up for any more beatings tonight. "Who's Alpha Nicholas? I've never met him." Whoever the guy is I hope he keeps on walking because no one deserves to be saddled with her bitchy self. "Right there!" She points across to the outside of the ball area while once again stamping her feet. I follow her finger and soon feel sick when I notice that the only person leaving that way right now is the man who ran from me, my mate. Wait... my mate is Alpha Nicholas, that can't

Serena had taken it from her, the same way Solmyra had tried to take Serena’s. Across the chamber, Alexandro fought like the Alpha King he was born to be. Though weakened by the spell and the silver chains, his wolf instincts drove him. Maeron was strong—no doubt about it. Born of dark magic, forged from ancient rituals, he had lived for centuries without knowing defeat. But this wasn’t just a fight of strength—it was a fight of purpose. And Alexandro had every reason to win.

"When a wolf is banished from his or her pack, he or she is called a rogue. Magnus, is the second son of a powerful Alpha, whose territory is situated near the boundaries of Idaho and Washington State. He challenged his older brother, Lucas, for the right to become Alpha." "Magnus lost and was banished, never to return again. Life is hard for a rogue. You are usually banished with only the shirt on your back and whatever money you have in your pocket. Although Magnus may have lost to his older brother, Magnus was known to be a skilled and ruthless warrior. He used his abilities as a fighter to weed his way to the top to become the Alpha of the Rogues or simply, Rogue Alpha."