Alfur Aldric Novels & Stories

Aldric said, turning and holding the cinnamon up to him. Rhett looked at him a little suspicious. Why was he acting so weird? The clicking noise coming from the closet caught his ear. He glanced over to the closet where the washer and dryer sat. He glanced from the closet to Aldric, who seemed to have the color drain from his face. Aldric panicked; he could see the wheels spinning in Rhett’s mind, if hendrix picked up on it, his wolf would not let any of this go he needed to do something. Holding the cinnamon Aldric began walking towards the stove. He flicked the cap with his thumb, losing the cover. Working out a plan as he walked. Approaching the island he squinted his eyes preparing hims

He is in custody in the Greywood pack house under the charge of abuse of administrative authority pending the full investigation which I have opened independently and will share with Sellane's office. He has already given one name. I am sending it to you directly because you need it now and the investigation timeline is slower than the threat. The name is Aldric. He holds no pack affiliation currently. He held one — Ironfang, twenty years ago, before he was expelled. I do not know on what grounds. I suspect you do. — Alpha Calla, Greywood Pack Zara read the letter. Read it again. Set it down. Aldric. Ironfang, twenty years ago. Expelled.

Arric noticed his lack of enthusiasm and knowing why, pressed him for his opinion. Alpha Jarvald Rukheim's beta, Marc, brought in more drinks, and the discussion grew heated as Alpha Jarvald Rukheim tried to find loopholes in the plan, while Arric and Aricel argued for its effectiveness. Arric caught Alpha Jarvald Rukheim’s subtle smirk when Alpha Rudolphus and Alpha Fenrisulfur took a sip out of the drink Marc brought. Aricel carried the drink also and Arric nudged him discreetly.

He commands grabbing onto my thighs and spreading them apart, his mouth latches onto my swollen clit and sucks it making me close to cumming in his mouth. "Fuck yes just like that" I moan not caring about who could hear me anymore, I reach my climax and cum in his mouth, he licks it all with a swirl of his tongue then proceeds to lick his lips. "Shit," I breathe out, sweat covering my forehead and my legs shaking a little. Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and

Aurora shifted her position, taking an empty jar on the table and getting a ladle to transfer the potion into the jar. "What's this potion called?" she asked curiously. "This is the kiss of death potion. If the alpha king doesn't fall in love with you, then put a small amount of this potion in his drink. He will fall for you in just a second. Hard," she smiled more wickedly. When the Gunners spread the word across Rockmount that they are looking for a woman to marry their son, Arden, and bear his children, Aurora sent Erina, her daughter, to seduce the alpha king and become his bride.

I licked my lips in anticipation as he slowly stalked towards me. "I, Alastair Ogdrunnin, Prince of the Underworld, accept your payment and claim you as my own." He said, biting his finger and drawing blood. My eyes widened in realization as he had never stated his full title before this deal. Before I could protest, he grabbed my waist, pulling me towards the edge of the desk. Running his bloody finger along my lips before he plunged his length into me. My walls were adjusting to his size as he slowly moved in and out of me. My body felt hot as he picked up speed. Each thrust of his hips made his dick hit me perfectly. I moaned loudly as I reached my climax. My walls were crumbling as he po

"That you've been hiding for twenty years and just happened to show up now?" "We don't expect you to believe anything without proof, Beta." Aldric—if that was truly his name—reached slowly into his jacket. "May I?" I nodded, watching carefully as he pulled out a small leather case. He opened it to reveal a medallion—a silver wolf surrounded by stars, with intricate engravings I couldn't read from this distance.

A cold, metallic, terrifying silver that marked him as an apex predator. Alaric Sterling. Grand Alpha of the Ravenscroft Pack, supreme warlord of the underworld, and the man who controlled every illegal trade route running through Westmere. A thick cigar burned between his long, scarred fingers, the rich scent of dark tobacco wafting into the wet night air. "Get inside, Darcy," Alaric said. His voice was a heavy, resonant baritone that vibrated straight through the steel frame of the Range Rover and into the mud beneath my boots.

The sky burned with the blood-red hue of a coming war. Luna stood on the cliff’s edge, the wind tangling through her silver-streaked hair, her gown billowing around her like smoke from a wildfire. Below her, the valley groaned with the restlessness of warriors preparing for what would be the final clash of bloodlines. The Trial of Flesh and Fire had left Kael marked in ways only she could understand. His back bore the emblem of the ancients now, the mark of the true Alpha. But it was her soul that was aflame.

> “Livia—he’s not Aldus anymore. That’s Alaric! His wolf!” Her breath caught, “I… I went to see… Aldrake,” she confessed, trembling as her knees weakened. She gripped the edge of the counter just to keep herself upright. Alaric—Aldus’s Lycan—stared at her like a predator scenting blood. Just hearing her speak that man’s name ignited his rage. His patience snapped. The pheromones in the air thickened violently, spreading throughout the main house until even the pack members outside could sense their King’s fury.