Alpha Amarah Novels & Stories

-Yesterday, for example," now it's Flavia who stands up next to me. Mell laughs more. -Don't tell me you believed it? -she says. I frown uncomprehendingly. -You're new, girls, we had to give you a little scare to see if you're worthy of being here. Did you see wolves? Well, they weren't wolves," he pulls out his cell phone and shows us a picture. There were guys wearing black wolf masks. What the fuck? -Did you get a message? It was Chris lying on the floor pretending he was dead. It was all planned, Amara. -she reaches around me and takes the folder under my pillow- There's nothing here. -She opens it and shows it to us. There was a sheet of paper with only the phrase ROMA! In capital lette

, Theon put his arm around Bran's shoulders and pulled him away from Amaria,“ I think you have done enough, Bran” “ Amaria, this is Alpha Bran and Elex, they are from the third-best pack in the whole of Ashmael, The Madfang pack,” Theon said' Madfang pack! They were very strong in did, but not as strong as the moonstone pack. They are infamous for their unruly attitude 'she thought.

The strange man chuckled. "This is Tim," Alpha Ryan began, "he's not a foe, he's a friend from the city and these are his vehicles, he's here to help. It helps us travel faster." Many members of the pack had no clue on the modern world that humans lived in so it was not a surprise we couldn't figure these things out. We shifted and awaited the Alpha's orders. "Mark, Glow, Dian, lead the pups into the second Jeep. High ranks into the third and fourth, pack members, fill the rest, and Omegas take the last vehicles." He ordered some of his warrior wolves.

What was that for? "Before we begin, I would like to introduce to you my mate and your future prince!" Amira started. The seven leaders glanced in my direction. Amet didn't. His head didn't even move. "This is Alpha Adam from the Blood Moon Pack, my mate, and he is the reincarnation of Delmar!" Upon hearing it, Amet finally stared at me, but still with a stoic face. I thought we had to speak in private with this merman before I would go back to my pack later. He was honestly getting on my nerves.

~AMARIS The cool air hit my skin like a sudden shock, a sharp contrast to the suffocating, heavy heat that had kept me trapped inside the Alpha Wing for hours. Alpha Varg’s grip on my waist was firm, his large, calloused fingers wrapped unyieldingly around the small of my curves as he led me out onto the sprawling rooftop terrace. It was a massive, relaxing spot, beautifully adorned with vibrant flower pots and lined with expensive, dark long leather designer couches. The entire space was meticulously designed, aesthetically pleasing, and offered an absolute, unobstructed view of the rolling green hills and stone structures that made up the elite Iron-Howl Pack estate.

Amari rolled her eyes when she noticed Sharon stiffly standing outside with a wheelchair. "Welcome back, Amari." "Er...thanks, Sharon. Is the wheelchair necessary?" she pointed out. "Maybe not, but I didn't want to take my chances. Let's get you inside and settled." "Thank you," Amari sighed, unable to realize how tired she suddenly became. Sharon gathered Amari's belongings and ushered her into the castle. "Where is Alpha Alexander?" "He decided to take a run. He should be back soon," Amari answered. "It would have been nice if he were considerate enough to mind-link and let his head of security know what was going on," Sharon lowly grumbled. Amari shrugged.

Damon’s POV I stood in front of the window, smoke curling from the tobacco stick between my fingers. The burn steadied me, but it didn’t quiet the storm in my head. Just three days. Three days I was away, and in that time Amaria had killed twenty of my people. Twenty lives gone because of her sinister obsession. Twenty funerals, twenty grieving families, twenty questions directed at me…the Alpha who was supposed to protect them. I dragged another pull of smoke into my lungs, letting it sear down my throat before releasing it into the cold air.

During that same period, Aliyah was still in Wyoming, fabricating a way to humiliate Brayden on his own inauguration day. As my studies progressed, I discovered that Aliyah was the last blood relative of Alpha King Hermes Everhart. However, his great-grandson, Alpha Amir, traveled to the United States to increase the impact on our people. That was where he met Aliyah's mother, a human with seer and banshee abilities.

Whatever. He leads me to the breakfast table. I remembered passing it when Seth showed me to my room. Still, I would happily play clueless if the Alpha personally escorted me. Seth, Gemma, a man with blonde hair, and another man with black hair I don't recognize sit at the table. There are also three women, who I, again, don't know, at the table. Alpha Roman speaks as everyone's eyes show a spark of curiosity. "This is Amara Dawson, Seth's sister. She's our newest pack member; I expect her to be treated with the utmost respect."