Alpha Artist Proof Mtg Collection Novels & Stories

’ He drew himself up to his full height his snow-white coat fluffed out to make him look huge, ‘I, King Alpha Lucas of the Sun & Moon Pack, do hereby decree that all who undertake this option will be expelled from all Immortal Packs, their links to said Packs broken making them Rogues.’ He let his gaze wander around the Packs, ‘All those who wish to join with Alpha Tylix step forward’ There were about ten thousand of them from different Packs and Species, big cats, bears and Wolves an unholy Alliance he turned to Carrick, ‘Give them the contracts and mark them’

"The Silver stone Pack arrives in a few days," Alpha Cove said, his voice firm as he unfolded the paper, his eyes scanning the contents quickly. "Alpha Damien is the Alpha of the Silver stone Pack and the Alpha is a strategic player. This isn’t just a simple meeting. This could shift the balance in our favor securing him as an ally standing with us against our enemies; if we handle it corre..." He paused, turning to look at Lucas, who was standing at the table, hands resting on its edge but with his mind clearly elsewhere.

Albert looked around with a piercing gaze. “I, Albert Summer Whitelock, claim my birthright on the White Moon Shadow Pack. From now onwards, I declare myself the alpha of the White Moon Shadow Pack with my mate, Rita Summer Whitelock, as my Luna.” Albert declared in a commanding and cold tone, sending a jolt of shiver to everyone’s spine in the room. “That pack is already destroyed. You can’t claim that.” Raymond roared in panic again. Albert smirked mockingly and gave a mocking salute to Raymond with his two fingers before moving on his heel with a straight posture, unleashing his alpha aura for one last time before walking out of the room with Adolphus.

Sebestian growled, his eyes glowing gold. The other alpha's eyes grew wide, and he immediately got up and off the bar stool and backed away. "I'm sorry, Alpha." "What's your name?" Sebestian growled. "It's Earth alpha." "Well, Earth, I don't want you to ever see inside my club again. Now get out of my sight." Earth nodded and ran out of the club. Sebestian turned his attention towards Allen and could see how tense his omega was. Sebestian closed his eyes and then opened them as he wrapped his arms around Allen once more.

He takes care of her and when he's satisfied, lifts her up and places her right beside him, "now the conversation" "I'll start by introducing us to you, I'm Lucas and he's Jason", Lucas says. "I gathered that much". "Jace is the Alpha and therefore king in my country, I'm his Beta and best friend". "By Beta you mean second-in-command right?", she asks Lucas. "Yes", he replies with a smile. "What do I have to do with any of that?" "Well, you're one of the most powerful people in our world, that's one of the things you have to do with any of these".

“No. No. No. Please don’t do this. We belong to each other.” “Stop being pathetic.” His words pierced my already shattered heart and it bled more. I clutched my chest as I tried to control my tears. “I, Alpha Haden of Moon Rock pack, reject you Tasyra, a common maid as my mate.” His expression was stony and his gaze icy. So icy that I quivered from the coldness of it. “Now get out!”

That was when I noticed a small written word on the bottom left corner of the portrait: The Alpha King 2020 Realizing what it meant made me stand up. I’m not very familiar with the werewolf hierarchy, but it was clear enough. He’s more than an Alpha—he is above that. That means… he is the highest form of werewolves. He is their king. I should have known when I heard someone call him “Lord.” Fuck it. Just how much more do I have to discover to truly know him? How much more do I have to uncover just to see the real Daxton? It feels like everything is just a façade

“Sold.” “And you?” he asked Chris. She flipped her short, golden braid over her shoulder. “Blue butterfly. Freedom. Chaos. Rebirth. You know, vibes.” The guy nodded. These two spoke each other's language apparently. While we waited for him to prep the designs, we lounged in the chairs, thumbing through a book of past tattoos. “Wait,” I said, pointing to a photo. “That looks like Alpha’s wolf form. Saint.” The artist glanced over. “Oh, yeah. The Alpha used to come in here all the time. Had a whole back piece done—his wolf, moon phases, some pack sigils. Really intense stuff.”

One afternoon, at lunch in the company cafeteria, I heard my colleagues gossiping. "Did you hear? The leader of the werewolf pack up north has made his return. His name is Ethan. I heard once he returned, he was so brutal that he dealt with all the traitors who poisoned him. He is now the strongest Alpha King." My spoon stopped halfway and my heart started to speed up. "What did you say his name is?" "Ethan," my colleague said. "He's ridiculously handsome. There are pictures online, look."

Great Hamza was the first Alpha of the Moonstone pack and the history goes way back, as well as for other packs too. There are 52 packs and once every year a carnival is thrown in honor of each pack’s ancient Alpha. It’s the same carnival that moves around each pack in celebration of the Alphas but it’s something wolves always look forward to. The last time someone flashed tickets at me, it didn’t end well. “You should be discussing things with me before going ahead to actually do them.” “It was a surprise.” I raised my brow. “Last time, I promise.” The kitten came up my leg, scratching at the ends of my jeans and I froze but Aurora came in time and swooped her off the floor.