Alpha 28 Years Later Hung Novels & Stories

“So they do exist?” “You’ve heard of them? Why have you never mentioned anything to me?” Alpha Dane demands “It was a comment I heard in the city, ages ago now. At the time I just thought I had too much to drink.” “When?” Alpha Dane presses “A year, year and a half. I thought that I had too much to drink. That my mind was playing tricks.”

Stop it. She’d seen men without shirts before. This was not that. This was her father’s oldest friend who was twenty-seven years older than her and married. She had no business replaying the exact moment he turned around. The chest. The stomach. The tattoo she’d grown up obsessing over now fully visible and running further down his ribs than she’d ever imagined. Her pen clicked against the desk three times before she realized she was doing it. The girl in front of her turned around. Elena mouthed sorry and put the pen down.

The silver in his heart and the devastating emotional shock had completely broken the powerful Alpha. "Kael!" Lyra burst in, and seeing her son's state, she immediately called for a doctor. The healer rushed over. "The Alpha has fallen into a deep coma due to the silver wound and severe psychological trauma." "When will he wake up?" Lyra asked anxiously. "It's impossible to say. It could be days, or months, or even..." The doctor shook his head. I looked at the unconscious Kael, a storm of conflicting emotions churning within me.

But, to my dismay, Auris Danrius, the eldest Alpha on the council, leader of the Gibbous Moon Wolf Pack, the largest of all of us in Canada, insisted they meet urgently. Hours of me lying in bed staring at the ceiling, while the sun slowly sets behind the trees lining the bayou , pass before Katrina returns. Her tiny frame plummets onto the bed next to me, shoulders slumped and eyes blank. I don’t know what happened in that meeting, but it’s enough to overpower her grief, yanking the life from her. I won’t press her for answers, but eager to let her know I’m here, my arm wraps around her from behind.

Putting his hand on my shoulder he shook his head grinning humourlessly. "Tommy hung himself two days ago. His wife told him that she didn't want him to see his kid anymore... he was a screw-up, always had been, since high school. Now he's dead... Ain't afraid of the Boogey Man... California tree huggers." He laughed out loud. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and hung his head. "I went over there the day of the bust. I left Marcello in the R.M.P. and I went in myself."

Each and every Alpha was unique and different. Alpha Augustus of the Sole pack led the procession, even though he was the second oldest Alpha in Avalon, he clearly showed little signs of aging. It was rumoured that he had lived for a century and a half. Although the hair on his head was a startling silver white, his sun kissed skin was still smooth and glistening with aged youth. He also wore white pants with no shirt at all, leaving the muscles of his back completely inked in tattoos.

Camfrey was placed outside the home office, praying for her worst not to be her reality. They fought—every couple fights—they had their own share of problems, but now this? How was she going to explain not finding him on time? What would she tell the people? How was she going to explain everything? Mrs. Camfrey was in a dilemma of her own, but the door soon opened, and she rushed forward. “I am sorry, but the Alpha couldn't be saved. He had long passed the stage when his body was found. The alcohol in his system was too much, leading to heart failure… He's gone.”

I didn’t have any family members left, and I knew what it was like to have someone you love die. “How are you so sure I’m the one behind this? Did you stop to consider that the people who hung poor Langdon on the school gate might have something to do with it?” “Why…” he started, then trailed off and shook his head. “If they hung Langdon at the gate and left him for all to see, they’d want to perform a spectacle as grand as that again. Leaving an alpha unconscious doesn’t match the pattern they’ve left.” “You sound so sure about this, but I feel like you’re missing something.”

The next day, as we had breakfast, Augustus spoke. “We have discovered the pattern of the Alpha Ghosts. They are targeting men with love lives, and the age is descending each time. Gary was the oldest, Earnshaw was next after him, and Bronch was younger than Earnshaw with a month. I'm next, seeing that Bronch was older than me with two years, and I'm the oldest of us all now. So, if we don't deal with these hanging souls now, there's a possibility I might be gone quietly one evening, like a leaf blown off the branch, by the wind in a whisper." Augustus said, and my heart pounded.

Breathing the same air? I almost laughed. Except it wasn’t funny. Knock. I lifted my head to see Janna leaning against the doorframe. She smiled too sweetly. “So it’s true. They really stuck you here.” “Don’t sound so excited,” I muttered. “I’m not,” she said softly, stepping inside. “I just wanted to check if you’re… okay.” “I’m fine,” I lied. "Wait, do you know them too? I mean the Alphas?"