Alpha At The Door Novels & Stories

I put all my groceries on the table in my room and took them all out of the grocery bag to make sure nothing was left behind me. "At the lecture site, we will also meet with them. But it doesn't matter as long as we aren't looking for trouble, right?" Wendy lay her body down on my bed. I remembered the thing that my aunt and the others had talked about "Hey, Wendy. I had heard there were some problems in this city,and the councils joined in advising. Is it difficult? I think Alpha has always been firm in its decisions. Unlike my father who is only a beta," I asked.

The men in suits are back. They are standing outside my apartment door—the same three from before, their broad shoulders filling the narrow hallway like monuments to my failures. The Alpha is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his pale gray eyes fixed on the door like he can see through it. The other two flank him, silent and patient and terrifying.

I replied, as I forced open one of the dead warrior’s hardening palms and held up something sharp and shiny. “What is that?” My beta asked, intrigued. “Our intruder’s precious key.” “That’s not a key!” Zane argued, surprised. I smirked and inserted the thumb-sized, carved, gold blade in the room’s lock. The smallest knife known to man slid into the hole smoothly. Zane’s jaw dropped when we heard the light ‘click’ sound; before we knew it, it had already opened the lock in a jiffy. “It is a key. To the room and the cowardly Alpha’s identity. Make sure that Titan’s announcement about the Luna Trials reaches these packs. I have my suspicions … ”

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" "No, no. But you are getting these headaches because you've come in contact with your Alpha already. They would only stop when you are around them. Do you know who your Alpha is?" Ash laughed and took a bit of his banana. "Good one dad. No one would want me, but since you don't have anything, I best be on my way. I shouldn't leave Allen waiting long. Love you! Have a great day today! And don't work too hard. Oh and Man, take care of him would you?"

I replied to him, "I hope so too." I heard a knock and said to Alpha Ryan, "Please wait, someone is at the door." I walked towards the door while talking. I opened the door and saw Alpha King standing there. He smiled and came inside and I locked the door. He kissed me on the cheeks when I turned around.

Or maybe an envelope of cash mixed in with my mail, meant to pay for the dress? It was none of those things. Instead, I heard my doorbell chime around noon. I opened the door to see a man in a nice, dark suit standing on my doorstep. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” he said. “I’m Alpha’s driver. I’m here to escort you.”

"Fine. But I'm staying right next door at Mrs. Chenel's, and if I hear anything weird, I'm calling the cops." After Sophia reluctantly leaves through the connecting balcony to Mrs. Chenel's apartment, I take a deep breath and open my door. Alpha Kane is exactly as intimidating in person as his voice suggested. Tall, perfectly dressed, with gray eyes that seem to see right through me. But he's also handsome in a way that's almost unsettling, like he was designed to command attention and respect. Too handsome. "Thank you for agreeing to speak with me," he says politely. "May I come in?"

"Because someone has spent eighteen years making sure that never happens." A chill passed through Eleanor. "Who?" Her mother shook her head. "We don't know." The bedroom door suddenly slammed shut. Both women turned. A cold breeze moved through the room. Eleanor's mark flashed. Then a voice whispered from the darkness. "Ask Ethan what he sacrificed." Eleanor froze. Her mother immediately moved toward the door. "Who's there?" Nothing answered. Eleanor looked toward the window. On the glass was a single word written from the outside. REMEMBER.

“Knock” “Knock” I feel the tension in the air when all of us stare at the door. Exchanging glances with me after a few moments, Alpha Erickson turns his attention to the screen that shows the area in front of the door. Seeing Omega Jonathan, and that he is badly wounded, he rushes to the door and punches in the 4-digit number before it opens. As soon as it does, Erickson steps forward and grabs a hold of him before pulling him in.

I call Nukea again even though I know it's useless and once again, I get ignored. The weird thing is that this time calling Knox is also useless, even though he usually always picks up. Fucking hell. I try to catch my breath and once I feel like I'm not going to throw up, I grab the stuff Nukea left here and I head out again, straight to the lobby. "Hello, Alpha," the doorman repeats, just like when I walked in, “Do you need something?”