Alpha Artist Proof Mtg Collection Novels & Stories

As I have killed and stripped Alpha’s of their title and replaced those Alphas, I know I have gotten a bit of a reputation. Packs who do not agree with me freeing slavery are banning together. I can no longer just attack one pack at a time. I am glad I was able to form more alliances. I can take out the last remaining Alphas that still hold slavery at once. I’ll have to give the Alphas aligned with me a vote on who will replace the Alphas in White Claw, Blood Moon and Red Moon. Three versus four is good odd, but I know Alpha Jake has dark witches on his side and I don’t know how many. While we have only one.

"... the Alpha position must return to my bloodline." *

Disbelief courses through my veins like a bolt of lightning as I read the words on the screen: -[Starting from today, 3.26.24, Alpha Primo is severing any ties and connections the Highvalley Pack has with Dwight Alcantara. He's no longer a Beta nor a member of the pack, therefore he can no longer participate in any business and military-related matters. He's also declared as persona non-grata in all of the Highvalley Pack's territories.]- Another form of betrayal claws at my heart, leaving behind a bitter taste of anger and resentment. How could they cast me aside just like that, after everything I’ve done for the pack?!

I shouted my mate once again! "I'm sorry alphas" he said not looking sorry at all "but this meeting is useless, and I see no point on bickering on something that can be solved within seconds, papa and daddy I love David and I'm leaving with him as my mate and as his mate as the council law explains I already own everything he owns, and as the current alpha, I call for both packs to combine by the end of the week, their territory is big enough, and they have resources that will benefit all of us, and we have experience to benefit their warriors so any objections and I'm his Luna, so I own half of everything he owns and his ass?

Just then, an attendant entered with a tray of rare fruits and spiced cakes. "Lady, if these do not please your wolf, we have the 'Unseen Collection'—pieces forged for the High Alphas that haven't been shown to the public eye. They are custom-wrought and require time to deliver, but we can begin the commission tonight." For the third time that hour, I felt like the world had tilted. I’m wearing common wool and traveling boots. Why do they think I can afford the High Alpha's treasury? Then, I noticed it. The attendant wasn't looking at my face; her eyes were glued to the ring Logan had placed on my finger. I touched the blue stone, tracing its cold edges.

Alpha, the formal feast is indeed set for the next moon, but I initiated a minor gathering yesterday because a marketing division from Tarragon Industries contacted my den. They offered to sponsor our entire winter ration and distribute limited-edition pucks, provided I assembled a few elite youth lines, captured their visual data, and displayed their forms across the territory network.” “Which specific merchant pack controls that brand?” Ethan Carter’s brows locked, his aura flaring with sudden intensity. Upon receiving the title of the firm, the Alpha exited the longhouse without another word.

Aria's POV Dozens of names in neat and professional rows–a record Maya never failed to update every year. I recognized the title now that I had clear enough sight to read it properly. "Partner Pack and Alpha Affiliates–Full Ledger." Every single pack I had ever brewed for, every Alpha my company had every supported, healed, supplied potent for, or saved. My thumb drifted over the first line, "Silvercrest Pack–Alpha David." Then I moved to the next, and the next. They were all Alphas with great influence, with resources, and Alphas whose packs and warriors had one time benefited from my emergency magic supply runs.

He said meekly. “No, don't bother with that.” Alpha Damon stopped him, he had no business with whoever was their enemy or not. He needed information that would give him some sort of upper hand in his present situation. “Anything else about this mist wood pack?” He inquired further, not satisfied with all he had gotten. “We are in possession of one of their lands,” he said. Alpha Damon's brows creased in a thoughtful frown, and his interest spiked. “How so?” He asked curiously, he had no idea of this prior.

"It's being deliberately unraveled. Piece by piece, over years, by someone who understands precisely how ancient bindings like this function." The words landed with uncomfortable familiarity, echoing almost exactly what Lyra had told me days earlier. "You know who's doing it." "I have theories." He held up a hand before I could press further. "Theories, Alpha. Not proof. I've spent considerable time chasing threads that led nowhere, and I have no intention of handing you a name I can't properly substantiate, not when the consequences of being wrong could be catastrophic for everyone involved." "That sounds like an excuse." "It's caution." His voice sharpened slightly, the first real edge I'd

“As soon as Ricky’s well again we’ll implement plan A.” “Which is?” I tapped the side of my nose. “Need to know.” In truth, it was still being formulated. “Don’t you trust me, Alpha?” “Of course I do.” “Then you’re a fool,” she snapped. “Everyone has their price.” “Not you,” I said. “You’re like Liz, altruistic.” “Desperation is a demanding master.” That set me thinking hours later. Was my mate a turncoat, brainwashed by another? This wasn’t a cult. What it was, was hard to define.