Alpha 28 Years Later Hung Novels & Stories

It smelled a bit burnt. Yet despite this feast, Alpha Magnus sat alone at the head of the table, His blonde head bent over his phone. He was too busy crushing candies on his phone, his long fingers deftly maneuvering level 352. At 110 years old (though he looked a crisp 27), Magnus had seen it all: wars, betrayals, and enough breakfast platters to feed a small nation. None of it interested him anymore. Well, Maybe the bacon still did, a little. His tattoo, hidden beneath the high neckline of his shirt, stirred faintly, as if even it were bored.

“He's been resting for a while now.” “I heard he lost his daughter,” I said, leaning forward, eager to dig deeper. “Yes, he did. That was eighteen years ago,” Beta Bernard said, his eyes darting around the table. “It's been a really long time. The Alpha changed after that, but life moves on, even after the death of loved ones.” I exchanged a glance with Zander, who looked intrigued but cautious. “My father saw him two years ago; he didn’t look so good then,” Zander said slowly. “Is he better now?”

I took a sip of the wine in my glass. Honestly, this gathering was the most useless event I had ever sat through. The pervious Alpha King died three years ago. His son had taken over and he was just now deciding that he should meet all the Alphas? This kid was twenty-five, and if he thought he was going to get a bow out of me, he was going to be sorely disappointed.

If my calculations were correct, he was around thirty, the youngest Alpha in Canada. He'd been Alpha for the past eight years, had been shoved into the position too early after the untimely death of his parents in an accident. Chocolate hair and the same shade of eyes. A man that knew he was handsome and wielded it like a sword. Yet he didn't do anything for me. No butterflies. No flushing. Nothing. Not even when he smiled and signaled for the guards to leave after they'd successfully tied me to a pillar. "Allyson Black. I must say that you've grown to be even more beautiful than your sister, bless her soul. The world will never be the same without her. She showed signs of greatness."

"Took longer than I expected." The pain was beyond anything now. Beyond the broken neck. Beyond everything. "2004. Natasha. White hair." She kept that brutal pace. "You were Alpha by then. Twenty-one years old." More blood with each thrust. I could see it. Smell it mixing with sex and sweat. "You kept her for three years. Four children. She hanged herself in your bathroom after the last one was born." I couldn't scream anymore. Could only make these weak, breathy sounds.

“No one pressures you. Not even me.” My chest tightened, then eased. No one had ever given me a choice before. We walked in silence until he added lightly, “I told them I fell for you eight years ago. That when I saw you again last month, I pursued you until you agreed.” Heat rushed up my neck. “Eight years ago? Alpha Reed, I was sixteen.” His mouth curved faintly, but there was no humor. I turned my face away, and forced a small laugh. “Alpha, you really shouldn’t tell people things like that. It sounds… unbelievable.”

Warren asks. I cross my arms, glaring at my uncle, not making any move to give him any information. This was the council’s private business. “That one did exist,” he continued when I said nothing. “Twenty years ago and my nephew here was the one sent to kill him.”

And when I caught him doing it, he would wink at me. Some packmembers say that Alpha has started going insane after his mate and Luna was killed doing a rouge attack. They say he has become unpredictable and has ordered many women to his bedroom, where some of them didn’t leave from there alive. Everyone thinks he should retire and let his son Carter take over, but he refuses and says his son isn’t ready. Carter was okay, not someone I had ever had a whole lot of contact with, but he seemed fair and friendly with everyone in the pack. He was 22 years old and had yet to find his mate.

he threatened. “Jennifer is pregnant? For how long, for…” I asked, unable to believe what I was hearing, my voice barely above a whisper as it trembled. “Did you honestly think Alpha Johnson sent me away three years ago when you asked him to?” Jennifer mocked, her lips curling into a cruel smile. My eyes darted between the both of them, searching for denial.

I'm 31 years of age — " "Furthermore, what has your age have to do with this?" Alpha Sylvester, who was inarguably the grumpiest of the relative multitude of men assembled in the corridor, cut in with a slight flood of his thin hand. "Essentially let him finish," put in Alpha Hendrix who had been quiet since his most memorable hello. Sylvester moaned and rested back in his seat. "Much obliged to you, sir," Gerald appreciated and proceeded.