Alfur Aldric Novels & Stories

she looked like she was about to clam up again and that is when Edon spoke up. "Aurora and Tilly as your fututre Alpha I command you snap out of this." This was the first time I had ever heard him use the Alpha voice. She looked like she was trying to fight it but she finally realxed and looked at me. "Thank you Dax."

"Control your temper, stupid brother." The aura Aldrich was emitting soon diminished as a blue color surrounded the room, almost like a barrier. It felt cool, not cold, to the skin. Alesteria looked at who spoke and hed eyes immediately sparkled in delight upon seeing the second prince, Aimilios Theodore Alaric. If Aldrich is expressive, Aimilios is the opposite of that. Aimilios is the type of boy who keeps his thoughts to himself and is always calm. He is also considered as the secretive type as he likes to never display any of his intentions to other people.

Aleric started. He turned around and Thea finally stepped back, her smile never faltering as she fed on the anticipation of waiting to watch me die. Her hunger was insatiable, looking as though she was holding herself back from killing me herself. "Therefore, with the power held within me, I, Aleric Dumont, Alpha of the Winter Mist Pack, sentence you, Ariadne Chrysalis, former Luna of the Winter Mist Pack, to death."

envelope to give to Dalton, “Why are you cuffed? I thought you were working for Argent.” I said it more as a statement because when I saw him at the police department he acted like Argent’s body guard and now he is sitting in front of me with a busted up face and hands cuffed in front of him. He was going to answer but he dropped his gaze from mine. I kicked at the ground and got my so-called brothers attention. He looked up at me and rolled his eyes, “Look, I’m not Argent is using me. Long story short, I was adopted when I was a newborn. I grew up in Alabama and when I got into my teen years I found out I could,” he looked at his hands and rubbed them together, “do things. With my mind. I

They had dressed me to be a queen, but all I saw was a pawn. The maids buzzed around me, their laughter sweet and grating. “Lady Evelyn,” one whispered as she fastened a clasp at my shoulder, “they say Alpha Aldric is the most handsome man alive. The kind of face carved for statues.” “I sure hope that he has healed fully.” Said a maid. The other giggled. “If he looked at me, I’d faint at his feet.” I rolled my eyes. “Then perhaps you should wear my dress.” Their giggles only grew, but inside me, bitterness coiled. I had never asked for this.Alpha Aldric was ambushed by an unknown wolf and his injuries were fatal. No one knows who it is.

The practical version involved a wolf from the western mountains. He arrived on a Tuesday, which continued to be the day significant things happened, with a delegation that was larger than a standard diplomatic party and a quality of presence that announced itself before he spoke. She recognized the type—she had seen it at the Council, and at the border negotiation with Frost, and in every room where someone had confused status with priority. An Alpha who was accustomed to not waiting. His name was Aldric. She noted the name without comment. The world had more than one Aldric in it.

I instructed and then passed the information around before focusing again. He was standing in the open. Not hiding. Not running. Just standing in the middle of the ruins like he'd known exactly when we'd arrive and had been here long enough to get comfortable. But the thing is, Aldric looked wrong. Thinner than he should have been. He used to be full, fleshy and thick. I would have been overweight if I didn't have such a fast metabolism and spent most of my time in training. He, a bigger version of me, looked like a starved jackal.

He understood, but he did not show it to Eugene, who was looking at him nervously “She is an important person Alpha, please give her one chance, she didn’t mean anything, and she helped me and Galadriel, please Alpha.” He said looking at Lucian who hit the desk angrily "I don't want to know anything. This girl crossed our borders, and the soldiers did not notice her. There is no doubt that she is an enemy who came for an evil goal." Fury was terrified by the alpha's words, and hid behind Eugene while Eugene looked at the alpha nervously.

Aldric's Request Aldric sent a letter in the second month of winter that was unusual because it was personal rather than official. Not formatted on the Greymaw pack seal, not addressed to Alpha Blackmoor. Addressed to Elara Moonwyn, written in a handwriting that was smaller and less polished than his official correspondence, the handwriting of someone writing for themselves rather than for the record.

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.