Alfred Inglethorp Novels & Stories

My heart skipped a beat when I spotted Alpha Dalton training his soldiers in a distance. He was shirtless. Sweat coated his exposed chest, and as he wiped his brow with his forearm, his biceps flexed. In that sweat, his skin looked more beautiful and more glowing. Realizing that I was checking him out, I chided myself. Still, my eyes stayed stuck on him. What the hell? With a gulp, I forced my eyes elsewhere as I felt a cold yet hot breeze passing over me like a ghost at a séance. “Hey you, get down here!” A voice yelled from below.

Olivia replied sharply with a murderous aura. “You’re that old man’s disciple? That isn’t possible. He’s just a useless man who's only a stage-one true master of martial arts. He can’t have such a powerful disciple.” Alfred was reminded of who that man was. Alfred had teamed up with another powerhouse more than a month ago for an expedition to Tonrad Mountains to search for a long-lost spiritual herb. When they finally found it, they realized that it was owned by someone else.

Chapter 40: I Won't Stand for It Anymore Richard seemed confident as he escorted Elizabeth, yet simultaneously, he felt a mixture of confidence and apprehension about how his grandfather might treat her. He knew dealing with the grandfather wasn't an easy task. Alfred, a 70-year-old gentleman, appeared sharp and perceptive in evaluating people's trustworthiness. Despite his advanced age, his elegant attire evoked the image of a duke. Like Richard, Alfred was considered an influential tycoon, holding considerable economic power.

He was only a couple of years older than me, yet he had beaten down every wolf that dared to raise an eyebrow at him the wrong way. He even had older Alphas like my father under his control, and that was something I took great pride in as I got to know him during his stay with us. It was not until one day when I was sitting alone in my study and Sheila burst in with what she called good news, that I knew Vincenzo had to leave. “I'm going to marry the Alpha King “, she squealed, jumping into my study room. I felt my body tremble as I looked up from my book, trying to make sure I had heard correctly.

He was usually round Alfie’s when Jimmy called. “Or cock juggler,” said Alfie. He was a short guy, no more than five foot five, with dark hair, shaved at the sides. He had a Cypriot look on account of his Greek dad and spoke in a broad east end accent. He was also an inveterate gossip and sold the best blow in North London. Nothing went down north of the river that he didn’t know about within hours, even though he hardly left his high rise flat. Jimmy had a ton of things he’d promised to do that day. He also had five large in his pocket from a quick job as camera man on a corporate video. So his first order of business was procuring a few grams from Alfie.

Or maybe someone would bring them in and leave them when they knew she was asleep. None of this made sense to me. I knew her father's company was still running. But it was her grandfather who had taken over. Also, that the guy was a son of a bitch in his entirety and... Suddenly everything clicked in my head. Arthur Ward was the CEO of Ward's Automotive Industry and before me stood the heir to that emporium. Had Abigail been brought to this place, away from the hand of man, by her grandfather? "Arthur Ward? He only kills to have power; he is sick of power. Your mission is to unmask him and sink him, because he does not care to remove whoever crosses his path."

Both Theodore and Henry praised Alfred. “As for Kiran York, we don’t have to care about who he is. Even if he’s a remnant of the York family, we don’t have to worry about him. We managed to destroy the York family in the past. A remnant who only relies on his fists is nothing to us.” Alfred sneered in disdain. “Yes. Astute observation! We’ll work with you on this.” Theodore and Henry complimented Alfred again. Someone knocked on the door. “Come in.” Alfred looked over.

he said, as he started walking again “as for his office, I’m going past there now, you can follow along with me.” I was not short, but Dean was a giant with long legs which left me running after him most of the time. I could have sworn I even saw a slight smirk brighten his face for just a second as he watched me try to keep up, although he was back to his broody self in an instant. Ten minutes later and I was standing outside the office of “Alpha Julius Ashford” with my fist raised ready to knock. Before I could connect my knuckles to the oak door I heard the mind-link activate.

I said as everyone reached for their copy and started reading. Christopher James stood up as the new head Alpha for the United States. He’d been a last minute candidate and I was weighing his soul automatically. I also knew Kiran was checking his aura and he nodded his head for the man to speak. “We received a strange petition,” he began talking. “A born Alpha had already completed marriage negotiations after imprinting took place. The future Alpha then went missing and his fiancé subsequently married someone else, thinking he had died.” “What is he petitioning for?” Kiran asked him.

After confirming that I hadn't cried due to arguing with those people at home, he asked softly, "Miss, should I arrange your belongings and send them to your room?" Alfred's personality was like those traditional English butlers, with a bit of stubbornness. No matter how many times I told him to just call me by my name, he insisted on calling me Miss. I gave up correcting his thinking and said helplessly, "No need, Alfred. Just place the luggage in my room, I'll tidy up myself." "I understand," Alfred nodded gently. Although it had only been half a day, sitting at the dining table with Prince Louis and having a meal made me feel at dream.