Alpha Artist Proof Mtg Collection Novels & Stories

"She is my mate. Her name is Crystal. Tell everyone, Crystal. Remember, Alicia's promise - " Leo glared hard at Alicia who was searching frantically for something in her pocket - her phone obviously, what they wanted to use to blackmail me. Xavier retrieved the phone from his pocket and waved it in front of a confused Alicia. "Wolves of the Blood Moon Pack, I present to you, Crystal Thorne, my very own mate, given to me by the moon goddess." Xavier turned his attention to me. "Crystal?" When I looked up at the faces of everyone there, I knew that my answer was going to determine who would be the next Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack.

“First, tell me why you don’t want to see him.” I hesitate. “I don’t know, but it just doesn’t sit well with me. It always feels like I’ve lost by agreeing to meet with him.” She sighs. “I get it. You want to distance yourself from the weak, manipulative Rylee you used to be. While I’m all for you keeping your individuality, that doesn’t mean you should forget who you are.” She pats my hand. “He’s Alvar, Alpha of the Dark Moon pack, and your people are in his hands. Now that you’re an Alpha, you have responsibilities to consider.”

I pour a generous amount, the liquid sloshing with a quiet swish, and take a long swig, letting the burn in my throat chase away the weight in my chest. With a heavy sigh, I lower myself into the leather chair behind my desk. The old wood creaks under my weight as I flip open the files I had sent over earlier. I start with the Alphas, each of the four who stood in that clearing just days ago, agreeing to this alliance. I scan through everything I have on them: political alignments, pack tensions, resource struggles, even old grudges. But there’s nothing. Not a single thread I can tug on.

My mother stepped in front of me, her voice stern. “We have sacrificed a lot for you. Do you think food and a place to sleep comes for free. At least do something to help us for once.” “You’re selling me. Don’t you call it marriage? Don’t you dare,” I hissed. She flinched but composed just in time. “It is marriage. The Alpha has chosen you. Do you have any idea the kind of honor that is? Any girl in the pack would be grateful.” “Honor?” I let out a laugh that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “So you want me to believe the Alpha would want someone like me. An Omega, nobody? This feels like a big lie.”

Blake looked at me, his eyes appearing haunted. “Hey, are we making plans to go get Jasmine back yet?” Jasmine’s cousin, whom I recognized from earlier when we’d taken family portraits, walked into the room. “Because I can get a flight chartered from Alaska and have a good number of my warriors here in less than twelve hours.” “Thanks, Alpha Tyce.” Blake shook his hand. “Hey, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier. I’m Alpha Alex Adalwolf from Pine Forest Pack.” I put my hand out to him, eager to make relationships with other alphas.

She needed the identity of those Alphas. "You are right. The documents should be in father's study. Let's check them out." As soon as they got to the study, Godiva broke down in tears. She could feel her father's presence heavily because he spent a lot of time there. It wasn't long for Theresa to locate the documents. From the way they were kept in the drawer beside his desk, there was great importance attached to it from everything else. Godiva's last bit of hope began to dwindle when Theresa read the names; "Alpha Alonso, Alpha Storm, Alpha Bond, Alpha Brick, Alpha Caesar, Alpha Jax and Alpha Ice. They are just as fierce as their name sounds."

All because wolf-men could not get past the fact that a woman may be just as strong or smart as them, that a she-wolf may just be able to run a pack just as well, if not better. “I am not worried, I am mad.” I grumbled back through mind-link. “Mad that time is being wasted on this idiotic tournament rather than the topic that we all came together to discuss.” “I understand.” Alaric answered back, though I highly doubted that was the truth. “Will Amethyst Mist pack be upset when I, as Alpha, sign treaties allying us to every pack who will join, at least for the remainder of the time the threat from Genesis is still hanging over us?”

“No promises. Not from her.” "Whatever you want, you can ask it from me." Cole says. "You know me, I will hold my end of the bargain." "No." Atlas interrupts. "I am the Alpha. I can deliver anything you want." "As Alpha, it's best you dont deal with witches and their deals. I'll do it." Cole insists. Amara’s mouth curves faintly at their argument, but there’s no humor in it, just something old, like a tree creaking in the wind. She glances at Cole, then at Atlas, then back to me.

But right now I let myself have thirty seconds of relief. Then I stepped back. “Show me what you have,” I said. “All of it.” He reached inside his jacket and produced something that looked ordinary and was not. A flat case, sealed with a cypher lock, the kind used for transporting sensitive documents in the field. “Three years,” he said. “Every name. Every arrangement. Every corrupt Alpha and every pack they control and every asset they have placed in independent territory.” He held it out toward me. “The complete structure of the coalition. Everything you need to bring it down.”

Does it affect Kiel? Come to think of it, she already caught a glimpse of him holding back last night inside the car. And she can’t deny that it left her in a daze. How can Kiel, a recessive alpha, had that sweet scent? “President? Are you alright?” Only Devyn realized that she’s already making that irritated face again. “Miss Anna,” she called out. The young lady across from her jolted. “Yes, President?” “What will happen if a recessive alpha’s rut gets triggered?” she asked without even blinking.