Alpha At The Door Novels & Stories

He asks her. Fire Moon holds up the poster she had brought back from town, “I went out to investigate our Little Alpha.” “He isn't our Little Al.. ." Typhon starts. “Forgive me,” Fire Moon says with a wicked smile, “Your Little Alpha.” I immediately take offense. “I'm not .…” “This is an exceedingly asinine conversation,” Typhon cuts in. “My thoughts exactly,” I mutter. Then I point to the notice about me and say "Look what Fire Moon brought back.”

Don't tell me to calm down, those monster killed my dad and I'm going to avenge him but not while I'm in this fucking school" Summer said as she superspeed towards the school gate. "Wait there is a barrier around the school so you can't lea........" The man stopped talking as he watched the girl make her way out of the school effortlessly. "What the heck?" . . . MR DEREK POV No one has ever been able to break through the witches barrier before, not even me, an Alpha.

In my rage I didn’t think to grab her. We all get to Alpha to see him standing in front of a door. I could hear moans coming from inside. Alpha roars, lifts his leg and kicks the door open with all his might. It shatters, pieces flying into the room to a very shocked Aiden and she-wolf. Aiden

she was shaking her finger at me. Kissing it, I was about to say something when there was a knock at the door getting off the floor I went to see who was it, I open the door to find Jay standing there “ hey, sorry Alpha I know I said in two hours but uh we are ready for the meeting” he lets me know.

CHAPTER FORTY- SECRETS WAYLEN I stood still at the door, listening hard to hear if I could get pieces of information to fuel my knowledge. “There’s someone here. I can feel someone’s presence,” I heard her say at the other end of the door. Since she had figured someone was around, I knew she wouldn’t talk further so I knocked on the door. “Who is it?” “It’s me, Alpha Waylen,” “Alpha Waylen?” I heard her strained voice from the other end of the phone, followed by the loud sound of roughling, then the click of a metal. The door opened, and Agatha flashed me a crooked smile.

Aletta replied turning to her pot of oats that was on the stovetop. "At least we are having a normal bowl of oats," Alethea said with a smile. The doorbell went off "They are here" Alethea said in a squeal standing up with so much excitement in her. She shook and walked to the door. She unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Hello," she said with a smile but it was quickly replaced with a frown. "What are you doing here?" she was pushing him out and closing the door behind her. She heard Aletta's voice saying something but the fury in her mind did not allow her to comprehend the statement.

Making them understand is more than enough for me. Silent stretches. None speaks. None asks. I wanna enjoy that silence longer, but it’s interrupted when a doorbell peals. Papa gets up from his chair and strides to the door. The instant the door squeals open, Alpha Allen’s musky scent gyrates in the air. Oh no! Why is he here?!

"Up the steps, third door on your left." I utter, and she smiles. "Grand!" "Tell her the event starts in less than ten minutes and that alcohol is not soup." "Gotcha." Alba answers with a wink as they walk off, leaving the Alpha and me standing before yet more people in the lobby. "I told you to call me Adrian." The Alpha utters in a low voice and between gritted teeth. "And I told you to get rid of the pink roses; they make my head ache." "You have your lavender so-"

I felt so disgusting, could just feel my armpits sweat and I did not even want to start on my private parts. Up the stairs we went, dark and quiet with our steps soft. The doctor stopped in front of what I would say was the Alpha’s office. We stared at the large mahogany door, it looking intimidating on its own. Before the doctor could knock the door opened, me taking a step back from the intensity of how the door had opened but then Alpha Moonseekers stood there.

Deliberate. Thump. Thump. Thump. The lock clicked again. The brass handle turned slowly. I scrambled backward, pressing my spine against the cold glass of the balcony window, pulling the thin robe tightly across my chest. The door pushed open. Alpha Atlas stepped into the room. The air instantly plummeted by ten degrees. He was massive, his broad shoulders practically filling the doorframe. He had already discarded his suit jacket, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the hard lines of his chest and the dark ink of his pack tattoo. His jaw was clenched so tight a muscle ticked beneath his skin.