Alien Romulus Bjorn Novels & Stories

However, I did not doubt for a second that he would be attending tonight with a certain blonde on his arm. I didn't hold my breath, hoping that Imelda or Balor would show up, considering how busy they were with their lives. Imelda ruled the underworld with her mate, and Balor was now the official Alpha of the Bloodstone pack in the human realm. Their plates were full, and even though they were my siblings, their duties took precedence to me, basically being sold off to better the Kingdom.

Caroline muttered with a small smile on her lips. “Since Artemis was talking about me, so, I thought to introduce myself to you on my own.” He chirped, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb softly, and his simple gesture quickened her heart. “I’m from Dark Wood Pack, which is near Rome. I’m Alpha by blood, but my dad was Beta before my uncle’s death, and after his death, Dad is the Alpha; the next Alpha is still the question because Artemis’s cousin, Santino, wants to become Alpha too, just like me.”

I said it before, he was the male version of Medusa. I swiveled on the balls of my feet, instantly meeting Gunnar's green-brown eyes. They were more brown with blotches of green swirling through the irises this morning and they were hooded with days worth of exhaustion. Thick stubble coated his jaw, framing the impeccable slice of it. His chocolate brown locks were snarled in every direction; tufts sticking out and begging for me to run my fingers through. I fisted my hands, quickly shaking the thought out of my head.

Every step felt unreal. Whispers followed us like smoke. “That’s the slave…” “The Crescent Moon killer…” “He can’t mean this…” We climbed the stone platform together and he pulled me to his side. My chains clinked loudly. Then Ragnar’s voice cut through. “Like I said,” he said calmly, “Seraphina will be my Bond Slave Luna. From now henceforth….” “RAGNAR!” The shout cracked like thunder. Everyone turned. An elder pushed forward from the crowd, robes swaying angrily.

Leon nodded respectfully at me, his eyes radiated power and wisdom. "And this is Boris Gravemaw, first-born son of Leon and Trisha." He directed my attention to the young man Alina had been glaring at. He exuded a sense of arrogance in his gaze. Boris added with a smug grin, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "In case you didn't know, I am now the Alpha of the Gravemaw Hounds," he declared. "Congratulations," I replied nonchalantly. I could see Boris's smug grin falter for a moment, and whether it was due to my lack of enthusiasm or the underlying tone of indifference in my voice, I couldn't tell.

Nick came to meet me and asked me to meet his pack because he said we are going to stay there for a few days after our marriage so I went to meet the members of his pack. His pack's name is Blue Stone Pack. It is a little away from the city side and the place is green and beautiful. I met his Alpha first. His name is Atlas Myles Rozell and he was so curt and emotionless that I shivered as soon as he looked back into my eyes. His eyes were emotionless. But surprisingly he turned out to be Nick's childhood friend along with Scott— his beta friend and Thomas, his second Beta friend. Wow, I thought Nick had no friends but he proved me wrong.

His waist was full of guns and ammunition and his beefy muscles strained in his own shirt. Veronica had brought a bunch of human armies into the mansion in replace of the Delta Warriors. She had Liam’s permission, so no one dared to question her motives. Aron offered a friendly nod to the human. “Yes, I am. Aron Smithe, the Beta of the Darkmoon Guardians Pack in this district.” Aron offered his hand for a shake. The human hesitated for a moment, but he took it. “Roger Ross, I’m the commander of this squad. The mistress personally hired me as an additional security here in Bresmont. I am glad to work with you.” They shook hands.

He said Viola was not welcome on this floor and she was not to disturb the future Luna. “Yes, Alpha.” He turned around and then said he was going to assign a personal assistant to me and a Luna Guard. Once he made sure I was well protected, he left, saying he would be back shortly. After a while, there was a knock on the door. “Come in.” One of the guards opened the door. “Luna, Beta Romy is here and wishes an audience with you.” “Beta Romy is always welcome,” I replied. He nodded and let Romy enter. She came in with a couple of thick leather-bound books. She is smiling like she found something that just made her day.

I didn’t know why, and that made it worse. A rough, bitter laugh cut through the air. “Ah, so the Alpha isn’t invincible after all,” someone said. I spun the chair toward the sound. Master Chef Roman leaned against the garden wall, arms crossed, smirk tugging at his weathered face. “Roman,” I growled. “Watch your tongue.” He chuckled, unbothered. “I’m only saying what everyone’s thinking. Alpha Jaron halted by a doctor, a woman, Dr. Ford.”

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.