Alpha 28 Years Later Hung Novels & Stories

ck off, but he will tell my brother what I said in a more respectable way. Since I know he won't serve me anymore. I reach over the bar and grab two bottles of my favorite alcohol. Peach Crown Royal and Jack Daniels Honey. The two together with a little sprite is magical. The atmosphere is stiff. But this is the life I chose. Three years ago, when I was 22. I thought that would be the day I’d be announced Alpha. I thought growing up all my hard work would lead to that day. My dad pulled me and my brother into the office. Said that it was the day that the new Alpha would take over.

"Until she dies." He never knocked on my door again. He built a stone house at the foot of the mountain and lived there for many years. On every eclipse night, down at the foot of the mountain, the scar on his hand split open again, and the mark on mine burned for a little under half an hour. I never answered. Not once. The Luna's position at Shadowridge remained empty for the rest of his life. He had once been the most powerful Alpha alive, but he spent the rest of his life bound to a bond he had once rejected and later destroyed with his own hands.

I wrote Luca’s name on the cake I have no idea how old my husband is He looked twenty-seven He became the Alpha when he was eighteen, that’s a long time ago, I could do the maths, I could even get it right but I didn’t, I could tease him later about his age, I am certain he won’t like it It’s Luca after all.

"I recognized those hazel eyes of hers, as soon as I stumbled upon her, during my tireless investigation in the recesses of the city library," A shiver crept down my spine as his revelation hung in the air, mingling with the heavy silence that enveloped us. The city library, a seemingly innocuous place, had become the stage for an unexpected encounter. Aaron's words echoed in the stillness of the room, their weight settling upon me like a heavy cloak. "I'm not surprised you don't know this," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of sympathy and intrigue. "Because it all happened 20 years ago. Meanwhile, you recently turned 18 and became Alpha."

He has that look retired Alphas always have to them. Aged but forever young. Former Alpha Krien is supposedly seventy-two years old this year, but the man approaching us doesn’t look a day over forty-five. He reaches us and offers an arm which Roman takes perfunctorily in a handshake. The older man smiles and chuckles at the same time. “Never did I think I would see the day.” Roman remains silent beside me and I relax at the sight of that. He’s out of his element here. Personal assistant Vivienne to the rescue.

He was known to take virgins for sport. Alpha Roger was a crazy man who thought the world was his. He had made plenty of passes at me. He even tried touching me. My mind wanders to that night. The night I never let myself think about. I can’t help that my mind goes right to that night. It’s like it was yesterday. I was sixteen at the time. I’m nineteen now, and I still cringe at this moment. I never even told Sage about this. No one knows. It’s been my dirty little secret.

I shrugged. "Ha," she scoffed. "The Alpha's already met a mate when they were 18 so it doesn't count-oh! Oh dear. That was a slip. Ignore me, my dear. Silly me." I was already frozen with shock. I didn't even move a muscle. Nana grabbed a drink and took a sip as if to swallow more secrets from spilling. I felt a strong ache in my chest as it played in my thoughts over and over. "What do you mean by that?" I barely heard my own words. I was already consumed by my thoughts and images of the Alpha's giving their all to someone.

He kept the file in the lower drawer of his desk, the one with the secondary lock that he thought I didn’t know the combination to. I'd never opened it. I'd never needed to. The cover page told me enough. It had the pack's name, the date of dissolution, and the notation in Finn's handwriting in the upper right corner that said ‘confirmed deceased, no succession.’ Fifteen years ago. An Alpha declared dead without heir. A pack formally dissolved. A name that never came up in current political conversations because there was nothing to discuss — it was history, it was closed, it was done. Except the man sitting across from me was wearing the insignia against his skin like it was something he wa

he paused as I cut in. "I thought you are supposed to be an Alpha when you turned eighteen? How come it was when you were twenty-two you were conferred as the Alpha?" I asked. "I was a very wilful and obstinate child and not only that, I was also short-tempered and was as stubborn as a mule. I rarely listened to my parents and was always fighting with my peers and sometimes with people that were much older than me. In most of the fights, I sustained injuries, and sometimes, my opponents sustain injuries..." he paused as I cut in.

Underneath the first subheading, scrawled in Gwenna's handwriting, was 'Real Name: Ariston. I fell back into my chair. Nia was seeing the Ancient Alpha and the death of his wife and child. I closed my eyes at the thought of it—I couldn't fathom witnessing something so horrible and not having the power to do anything about it. My wolf grunted at the thought.