Alfur Aldric Novels & Stories

Elara Aldric Valdris didn't walk like the other wolves. The guards, the dealers, the "handlers"—they all moved with a certain jerky, aggressive twitch. Aldric moved like the floor was a privilege he was allowing to exist. He was dressed in clothes that probably cost more than my entire village combined, his face a mask of bored, aristocratic perfection. The man in charge of us—a greasy, thick-necked wolf who looked like he enjoyed his job a little too much—scurried over to Aldric, bowing so low he nearly hit his head on the concrete.

Making you aware that one wrong move can get you killed in a less than a nanosecond. As soon as, the entourage of Alfa Re entered the Royale Palace, a shift in the air was filled. Alfa Re has released some of his power and every werewolf out in the vincinty of the place felt the presence of Alfa Re Supremo. The warriors that were assigned at the main entrance named after first Alfa Re - Aldrich Entrance, stood up more straight than a ramrod. Even though I was his mate, his aura was pressuring me down as well, the reason being I was not marked yet and I don't share his DNA as of yet.

The sky is a clear blue, the sun warms my skin. Yet, something's off. The birds are silent. No buzzing insects. It’s like the world is holding its breath. I turn around. He’s there. Aldric. He’s not a wolf this time. Instead, he’s a man. Older, with white hair and silver eyes, a scar running across his cheek. He’s donned in weathered leather and steel armor, clearly worn from battles. “Grandfather.” He gazes at me, his eyes wearied and heavy.

he tried to mess with my emotions? No, Aldric is an Alpha heir, there's really no way he'd stoop so low to manipulate me. I would never believe it.

Ulrich's heart raced with anger and disappointment, her mind reeling with the implications. "Akira, why?" Ulrich demanded, her voice low and menacing. Akira's voice trembled, "I...I was promised a place in Ryker's pack, a chance to be alpha one day...I didn't mean to hurt anyone..." Zoe's growl was menacing, "You've put our entire pack in danger, Akira. Your betrayal will not be forgotten." Ulrich's eyes narrowed, her decision made. "Take him away, Zoe. We'll deal with him later."

“Filed before the body was cold.” “Who?” She closed the door behind her. “Aldric’s son.” My hands went still around the mortar. Aldric had a son. Raised outside Brackenmoor. His mother had taken him to the Greyveil pack when he was young. A name spoken in low voices when older wolves drank too much. A boy who became an Alpha in his own right. A man who absorbed two packs before he turned twenty-eight. The first surrendered. The second didn’t. There were no survivors from the second pack’s leadership.

he replied and walked towards us, under faint light of lamp torch I was able to see his thin face that was covered with long fuzzy beard and long shoulder length hairs, he was wearing nothing but a simple brown worn of cotton pants, his body was bruised and covered in dripping sweat, his one hand palm was covered in thin white strip that was stained with blood. “who are you?” I questioned him but before he had opportunity to speak Jasmine said “Silver fur Werewolf” I turned to jasmine and followed her gaze that was fixed on his palm that was covered in white strip “Draco, he... he is the werewolf that I followed the other night in forest” Jasmine replied “My name is Alaric, lieutenant Alaric

ELENA POV “Aldric, why did you do that?” I was so shocked that Aldric had such a character in him. Why did he punch him though? He tried to seduce you.” Aldric yelled, catching the attention of everyone. “He was just being friendly.” I said, trying to make him understand. Him of all people should know when someone is joking or flirting around. Afterall he has a player as a brother. “That was too friendly, don't you know or can't you differentiate between normal friendly acts and non friends?"

Aldrich. “Where are you two going?” The Alpha asked as he folded his arms over his chest. Aldrich was tall and intimidating. There was a dark aura pulsing off of him. He looked Alaric over from head to toe before looking at Adrian and scanning him up and down with a look of distaste. “So… this is what you turned my son down for?” Aldrich said, his lips curling up further in disgust.

“And tonight… he said I lied about saving him. That it wasn’t me. That it was some other girl.” I swallowed, the words sticking. “So to punish me… he made our sex tape the grand prize of the night. I had to buy every single one back. That’s why I used your card.” Aldric was silent for a moment. Then, firm and clear: “It was your card, Selene.” His voice sharpened. “And what a fucking asshole that piece of trash is.” It startled a laugh out of me. It was the first time I’d ever heard Aldric curse. Despite his mafia blood, he’d been raised like a British aristocrat—pressed suits, polished shoes, manners sharp enough to cut steel. Even in middle school, he looked like he was always ready for a