Alfur Aldric Novels & Stories

He turned to stare at Eartha. Eartha cringed and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. It wasn't as if guilt wasn't eating up her own insides as well. Mide continued pacing. 'Alacrimia,' he muttered. "But nobody ever had in our family.' Eartha sighed, slightly annoyed at his peevishness. 'Mide, didn't you hear anything the specialist said? We're both carriers and-' 'But how come we never noticed? How could we not have noticed? For God's sake, she's our daughter! Why didn't we ever see anything weird for the past nine years!'

They were, each of them, their own specific expression — the scattered seeds Mara had described, each one a slightly different bloom from the same root. The fourth letter was different in tone. It was from an Alpha — senior, established, not one of Ferris's circle but not Sorin's either, someone who occupied the political middle ground of the Concordat with the careful neutrality of a person who has survived multiple shifts in the prevailing wind by never fully committing to any of them. His name was Aldric, and his letter was not about a gift or a child or a tentative request for guidance. It was a warning.

“Please. Take me away from here.” Something passed through his chest where I was pressed against it, a single low breath, I heard clearly. “I am sorry, Lycan King.” Aldric had found his voice again, and it came out stammering, climbing over itself. “Please, you do not understand. She really is no good. She is a cursed wolf, a murderer, she killed our own father, she is not fit to stand before you, let alone to be your, your—” He never finished the word.

Meaning that it was not a normal werewolf. “These were found beside the eye. I had to hide them as well, and I know for a fact that this was not a wolf or a werewolf had done it. Hence the assumption that it was a Lycan.” Alvize frowned as he shook his head, staring at the picture before putting him down on the table. He looked at me and I shook my head in question. “I am choosing to be honest with you. And if I am choosing to work with you against my station and against what I swore in my oath and my position? Then I do expect you to be honest with me. Do you know who these claws might belong to?”

The Fourth Line Lucas's POV The number traced to a man named Aldric who was seventy-eight years old and lived in a small town at the western edge of the regional territory — not quite at the boundary but close enough that it was, in practice, at the edge of everything the regional framework actively managed. We drove to him the following day. Adam had run everything available on the name and the location and had found very little — Aldric appeared in the regional registry as an independent wolf, no pack affiliation, no governance involvement, no council record beyond a standard registration renewal every five years. The kind of existence that read as entirely unremarkable specifically becaus

Although he came after us, he managed to arrive together with Pete, it could only tell that he was not your everyday wolf. I already felt his aura yesterday. It was extraordinary. This kid must be the future alpha of a very powerful pack. He was barely eighteen and he could already mask his emotions well. It was really hard to see through him. “That was nothing, I was just enjoying the nature and doing some walking race!” I said nonchalant. I wasn’t bragging but that was the case. If Andy wanted to go wild, even wind will have to make its way for him. he was as fast as lightning.

“The only thing I need is for Drogo and his bitch to be gone. And as for tonight, I want to forget about them and have a good night. I’ve summoned many professional whores tonight; you should join me.” Aldric smiles. “Of course.” They clink glasses and pour the contents into their mouths. Austin watches Aldric with keen eyes, observing every move until they drink till the last drop. Alpha Aldric lets out a sigh, satisfied by the rich taste. It is his favorite drink, and he has always loved the lasting flavor of it on his tongue.

He was a force to be reckoned with in that form. But Aldric, like him, was also an Alpha, and a fight between them would be bloody. Aldric like him was a good fighter. He spent the early part of his childhood years fighting in underground fighting rings, fighting to make money, and he kept doing so to support himself. He was so good at what he did that he became the champion over and over again. Soon, he bought the place and became the owner. He was dangerous and deadly and could early put you down with just his bare hands.

Just two wolves locked in an age-old pissing contest, the past pressing down on both of us. Then, I broke the silence with a smirk. “So. Are we going to keep measuring whose dick is longer, or are you finally going to admit why you summoned me?” Aldric exhaled sharply—possibly a laugh, possibly a sigh of eternal regret. “Still the same arrogant brat.” “And you’re still the same controlling bastard. Glad to see we haven’t changed.” He walked back around the desk with a mutter under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “insufferable whelp.”

I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Alaric?” Alexander’s voice was filled with surprise, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the man who had just entered. “Alaric as in Alaric Reventhorn?” Astrid’s eyes widened, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Yeah, the one and only,” I replied, a small smile playing on my lips despite the judgmental looks from the others. “Lilac, are you sure he’s the right choice?” Madeline asked, her tone cautious.