Alex Ernst Novels & Stories

Wolves yelp as gravity snaps back briefly, sending Blake crashing face-first into Ethan’s shoulder. “Oof—hey!” Blake protests. “Buy me dinner first!” Ethan shoves him off with a grin. “Focus.” “I am focused. On not dying.” The Arbiter’s voice tightens, losing some of its perfect modulation. Primordial entity, your interference violates— Everything violates something, the Sleeper replies lazily. You’re just louder about it. The Crown inside me thrums—not afraid, not panicked—but relieved. Like it’s recognizing an old neighbor it never expected to see again.

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

The sentence is left hanging in the air but we all know what she means and the silence is deafening. "I'll go." A voice in the doorway interrupts and a guy I don't recognise walks into the room. "I'm Renn, Alpha Erin's gamma. She sent me here to let you know that Ekron knows about the human you changed. It's having an effect on his followers, we had three come to us this morning and request sanctuary, stating they felt your success with the human is a sign from the Moon Goddess that you are the true Alpha not Ekron. Alpha Erin is concerned he will select a human to change to prove he is also blessed by the Moon Goddess." "I don't need a guy to protect me, Tegwen." Amara complains and Renn sm

“I can’t believe that she did that.” “That was actually the first time that a red wolf had done that. It is also the first time that they have felt physical pain. We thought that it was because of the relationship to the red wolf, and obviously we know that for certain now.” The doctor entered, interrupting Raina. “Harley! I am glad to see you are awake. I am Dr. Morgan. Do you mind if I check you over?” Raina stepped back as the doctor approached but Alpha Anders stayed standing by my side.

Whatever this conversation is, he doesn’t want me to hear. “We have to stop it though, right?” another Alpha says, a frown upon their rather immaculate features. Their skin is what bothers me the most about them. Always so perfect and youthful. I believe it’s Grayson, with those distinguishing stormy grey eyes. “There has to be a cure.” “A cure? Unlikely,” Alden quickly reprimands. The smartest man in the room.

God sent an angel or what? I give him a suspicious look. “Are you sure?” I say hesitantly. I don’t even know him. How can he be so nice? It’s fishy nowadays. Erden shakes his head. “Certain.” I look around and breathe heavily. I don’t have any choice anyway. “Alright.” I breathe defeatedly. “See you later.” Eren waves a little at our car before we walk down the hill a little to reach that of Erden’s. He got an amazing black Porsche.

He looked ordinary, exhausted, and utterly terrified. Jay's breath hitched. He knew the face. It was from a file he'd studied a lifetime ago, in another life. Dr. Reinhardt Klein. A former East German biochemist turned freelance pharmaceutical wizard. His specialty had been neuro-active compounds. Suppressants. Enhancers. His name had been in the footnotes of Jay's own medical records from the agency, the man who had formulated the first generation of the drugs used to "stabilize" him.

From the aura seeping off him, I knew he had to be a ranked wolf. “Don't mind him,” I told the man with a smile as I tugged Clinton's hand playfully. “Yes, Luna…” Luna? My heart was filled with joy, and I started blushing again. I didn't know something like that could make me so happy. I had an Alpha wolf, which was a bigger position, but maybe it had to do with Clinton. Maybe my heart was rejoicing because of the man who made me his Luna, not just the title. “Ruby, meet Eric, my Gamma,” Clinton gestured at the man who was still grinning at us, then turned to him with a scowl on his face. “Eric, this is my mate.”

Emma mumbled as she served another spoonful of Russian salad on his plate. "Thin and Rasmus?" Angela asked in a gasp as she looked at Rasmus and then at her mom. "Mom, are you serious? The man looks like a giant," Angela exasperated. Aurora smiled softly and Hunter snorted. Emma glared at Angela and before she would scold her daughter, Xander grabbed her waist and pulled her down on his lap as she gasped.