Alfred Gotham Novels & Stories

Alfie's Pov I am Alfred, the first son of Uther Sullivan. My father, Uther, had an affair with my mother, but he lacked the courage to acknowledge her openly. And why? Simply because my mother, a mere servant, hailed from a tribe deemed forbidden by the standards of our society. They believed the werewolves of Whistleberry were cursed, yet Uther, the almighty king of Galencia, didn't consider that when he engaged in a relationship with my mother.

“He used to run with Enzo, the guy in that underground downtown.” The guy squinted. “Who is asking?” I shrugged. “Businessman. Looking for someone who can move things.” He took a long sip, burped, then nodded lazily. “Alfred runs some rat hole cartel out near the port. He still acts like he’s made of fire. He is an idiot.” That was enough. I slipped him a folded bill and left without another word.

“Alfred is responsible. Alfred for doing the crime, the pack leaders of his generation for allowing him to live despite of it. If they had killed him then and there, none of this would have happened – and he deserved to die. A miscarriage of justice caused this risk of exposure, not Aislen Carter.” “Heath is correct,” Phillip Salem inclined his head to Heath. “Aislen Carter is a convenient scapegoat, but the real issue occurred before she set foot in this town. Let’s point our fingers in the right direction.” He looked pointedly at Lilith Boyston, who had been Lilith Parson before her marriage, and whose father, Thomas Parson, had served as the lead alpha of the pack during the time Alfred B

Who knows what the real reason was now. Within those two months, Alfred began to act strangely, and I noticed that money was being freely given to Ivy in large sums. Last week, he took her to a lavish party at the Lycan Kingdom, which was where the problem happened. Alfred, who was drunk, attacked an officer who was flirting with Ivy. The Lycan King, Darren Weston, ordered Alfred to turn himself in for punishment.

To be honest it felt good to put Greta in her place. She had done too much and now I wasn't going to take it. “Scarfaced is responsible for the treacherous killing and butchering we see in pictures and videos” “So Alfredo is just the name? He's actually harmless?” “From the looks of things yes” “Any weaknesses” “Yes, alcohol” “As expected” “You'd mistake him for an alcoholic but it's just an addiction he avoids”

We will leave no stone unturned, until we know why they are doing this. Oliver tries to track Alpha Tate and his Beta. It’s possible that he left a clue for someone to be able to find them. Morning comes, and we still haven’t had, even a blink, of sleep. I’m too restless to sleep. We went to the Crimson Moon territory to investigate. I couldn’t get to behold what my eyes are seeing as I step out of the car. Dead corpses everywhere. For the first time, in my life, I feel my wolf tearing in my mind. He’s agony flows through mine.

the beta in questions daughter in so little. Nudity in packs is not an unusual thing but I preferred what was mine to stay mine. I was definitely not comfortable walking around in my birthday suit like some and I didn’t see that changing ever. Just as I reach the door handle I hear muffled male voices and turn. A group of the Alphas were in the hallway. One of them taller than the rest, catches my eye, their jaw clenching. They return their attention to the group and redirect them in the opposite direction. I step in the bathroom and try to think where I had seen him before. He was taller than the rest, tan with rock solid muscle. Intimidating to look at and that’s saying something consider

That person must have something up their sleeve. ‘Who is it? Why did the person do it?’ “I’ve done a background check on Alfred before. Alfred has a sister, who’s diagnosed with a rare congenital disease. So, he lacks money. Check if anyone has transferred money to him.” Ace did not like Alfred very much. He even investigated what he was up to before he came to Sea City. ‘He lived off quite a lot of women’s money. ‘He wouldn’t be able to trick Summer on his own.’

Matteo, my driver said to me. I nodded my head and pushed the door open. I looked up at the giant skyscraper before me. Something I built from the scratch. In different countries, different states, the East, North, West, and South, they know me as the ruthless businessman, Alfredo Garcia. But the supernatural world knows me as the Alpha King's, the one who was not to be crossed. Instead of walking through the front door, I followed the corner to the hall beside it where my employees were having the end-of-the-year party.