Alliance Broken Novels & Stories

"And before anybody asks, yes, this will be in your exams, so pay attention." A girl near the window raised her hand. "Miss Iris, wasn't the treaty supposed to stop the wars?" "It was," I answered, turning toward the class. "But treaties only work when the people involved actually trust each other, and most pack leaders back then didn't." "After Alpha Gareth was killed," I continued, "the alliance started breaking apart almost immediately because every territory wanted control over the trade routes." A student near the front raised his hand. "So basically greed ruined everything?"

Declan, the Alpha heir of the Nighthowl Pack and my arranged mate, proposed to me right after donating his Alpha marrow to his childhood sweetheart. In my past life, I said yes out of love and for the sake of our pack alliance. But after we mated, the weight of two territories fell entirely on my shoulders. Losing that marrow broke Declan’s inner wolf. He couldn’t fight. He couldn’t shift. He couldn’t even give me a strong heir. I had to run the crystal mines while fighting off rogues for him. Before I even turned forty, I dropped dead. Utterly drained. Worked to death. And Declan? He comfortably took all the territory resources I had bled for and marked his little sweetheart. They lived hap

Alliances are permanent. Does anyone agree, disagree… I disagree; my mouth betrayed me again. Go on, Zaria, why? Because the queen of demons had faction as allies, yet they betrayed her. So, they are temporary and not trusted. Interesting statement. Do you know what happened? No, sir, just the story behind the mural. The class laughed. I didn’t find that funny, Mr. James said. She’s actually correct. Alliances could be broken, and not to be trusted. Great leaders learn from history, so they won’t have to repeat it.

He let out a bemused breath before taking a sip from the glass of water. The waiter came in without food and placed them on the table. I picked up the fork and poked at the grilled broccoli. "Does this alliance really need to happen?" I asked Sebas. The Salvadori family were invited to join us for brunch tomorrow and I hated the idea of having to share a meal with the family who caused my Papa's miserable death. Nausea rolled in my throat at the thought. "We have debts to pay. This alliance is not just for the money, but also to restore peace. Too many of our men lost their lives because of this war." Sebas explained, maintaining his rigid and calm disposition.

They had once been allied with the other, shameful half of his people, before an ineffective treaty, proposed after The Longest War, had barred further alliances and attacks. Fire threatened to crackle against his palms. He paused, his eyelashes dusting his cheeks as he allowed them to rest. She was there, teeth gritted, full lips pulled back in a snarl. Eyes flickering behind closed lids, he watched, and he waited, until – there.

“ seer boi, you are now mines to keep you will serve your new master like the worthless mut you are.’’ Cody hides behind me grabbing at my shirt asking for help silently, everyone in the room goes silent as we mind link one another. We hurdle together all twenty five of us. “I serve no one but my Alpha.’’ “ silly boy your Alpha is dead and your King is gone.’’ Just as Cody was about to reply his head jerked back and his eyes snapped shut. His hands grip against the fabric of my shirt and I knew he was having a vision. “ Our king is now with his daughter, your reign has come to an end. Ivy of the west surrenders now.’

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

What kind of Alpha does that? [What's the point of being strong in battle if he has such poor character? How can someone like that be an Alpha?] Other werewolves also expressed their sympathy for me online. I was grateful for their support. I thought that once I publicly announced the breakup, I had completely cut ties with my past. To my surprise, things went way out of hand. Someone on Instagram clearly couldn't stand it anymore and leaked my post, along with the intimate photos of Leah and Kenny, to the media.

“No.” It was a single word from me. However, between Onan and I, the growl and the power that came with it, it might as well have been a right hook to the face of both of them. I was still holding Winter against me, her hand holding my arm. What’s worse is that I could feel her shaking. “You want to break an alliance, Caspian? We need to keep our alliances if we are going to survive. We break this, and we lose their support. Support we count on often.” Damian was struggling still under my anger. “We need this.”

It was then Marcus burst into the space with frantic energy, his appearance disheveled from the earlier encounter. “Father, what—” “We’re losing alliances,” he cut me off, his voice trembling slightly. “Alexander has withdrawn them. Do you hear me? The Crimson Moon alliance—a pillar of our territory—gone.” His words were like striking a match to gasoline. Our survival was now hanging by fragile threads of diplomacy we didn’t control. “What do we do?” I whispered.