Alpha Artist Proof Mtg Collection Novels & Stories

“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.

Messier than it had ever been but still, he called it style. " Alpha Torres, the Alphas just wouldn't agree so easily. I mean, it's just not anyone. It's Alpha River, so why would they just blindly jump into an alliance with you for a war against Alpha River?" His Beta jumped in but Alpha Torres threw a golden artifact towards him. The Beta missed the attack before he hurriedly bowed.

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.

"I guess we are sticking with your complicated human plans." She fades out of my mind and I focus on the files in my hands. Damon had it delivered to me a few days ago. It contained the names and pictures of the three Alphas coming today. Alpha Craig of the Sage pack, Alpha Monroe of the Grange pack, and Alpha Tobias of the Russet pack. All friends, all older than Damon. And Vance. These Alphas belong to our parents' generation, which could be a good thing or a bad thing. Good in the sense that they have the wisdom and skill set to maneuver the shitstorm we are about to get in, bad in the sense that they could use that same skill set to fuck us up.

"He will come alone, bring the cash, and take the old man. It's better than the alternative, I think you should accept." I clenched my jaw tight. I don't like it one damn bit that Darrell or any other man would have the notion I was in the least bit intimidated by Alpha Wesly even if he is a warlock. I had something for his bewitched ass! "What is that supposed to mean?" I huffed at Darrell. "You know the Alpha could easily destroy your pack and just take, Aurthor." He tells me as if it's unnecessary. "As your trusted dealer, I highly suggest you take the money and run."

Immediately she stopped, the alpha jumped out of the back seat, “follow me to my office.” She threw the keys to Callister and walked behind Alpha Alphonso. Inside his office, he motioned her to seat, and when she was almost on the chair, he shook his head, making Alpha Ciandra’s ass hanging in the air. “These are the files I wanted you to go through. Make short notes about the Wild Pack.” Alpha Alphonso dropped the files with a smug look. She went to the door before she told him she wasn’t his assistant. Before she opened the door, he informed her, “and the Free Pack.”

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.

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?”

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.”