Novel & Cerita Alpha Black (darkwood Bloodline)

"The Blackwood line is one of the oldest Alpha lines in existence. Do you know why?" Jaxon was quiet for a moment. "Victor has said it goes back further than the records we have." "It goes back to the original seven wolf families," Theo said. "The ones who existed before the pack system. The ones who worked alongside the Verath when the wolf world was young." He held Jaxon's gaze. "Your line and Selene's line have been complementary since the beginning. Not destined in the romantic sense. Complementary in the structural sense. Two parts of the same system, separated by three centuries of violence and now, finally, back in the same room."

It was staining my clothes, and tainting the couch, and slipping into every place it could find. “ Kneel there, and don’t look behind. ” Alpha Alaric commanded his warrior. The warrior followed his orders and knelt. Once I had filled a quarter of the glass, I handed it to him. He took it, without remorse, without any ounce of gratitude, and walked towards his warrior before handing it to him. “ Drink this. ” He ordered. “ Alpha, this is— ” “ Right now. ” He left no room for argument. The warrior drank my blood while I reached for the next glass. The moment I sensed that my blood started working on the first warrior, I felt a chunk of my life force already slipping out of my body.

I asked Well I was going to wait to tell you exactly who he is but I guess it won't hurt to tell you. Alpha Jackson of the Blood Moon Pack is your suitor. Dad said nonchalantly WHAT? YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW! I yelled YOUNG LADY DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT TONE OF VOICE WITH ME AGAIN! Dad said in his Alpha voice I bowed my head in submission. He may be my dad but he's also the Alpha of my pack meaning I still had to respect him and submit to him. Right than my mother comes in.

" A mere maid who isn't able to protect herself, thinking she can protect the clan and the Pack" April looked at them confused. Pack? Clan? Like Mafia Clan and a Wolf Pack? " I don't get you. He said am his Mate, more his soulmate. So I don't get you" April replied quietly, not to anger them. " I guess you weren't told right?" Amelia asked with a Smirk, April looked at them both utterly confused. " This is a Mafia Clan, and boss is a Mafia Don. He's also a werewolf and an Alpha. Alpha Vladimir Albert Darkclaw to the Pack members and Lord Marino Jenkins. The might that eats human is the boss. It's Lucifer" Amelia explained further.

The Blackmane mansion was no longer cloaked in calm. Panic spread like wildfire through the halls, carried on the frantic heartbeats of guards, servants, and warriors alike. Whispers of the rogue infiltration had transformed into growls of unrest, and with Diva’s scent gone and Kieran’s cell left open like a challenge, the pack teetered on the edge of chaos. Alpha Derek stood at the center of it all, his claws unconsciously extending from his fingertips, digging crescents into the wooden arm of the war table. His golden eyes, usually sharp with authority, were clouded with something he couldn’t explain—something wild. Something un-Alpha-like.

I shoot a difference towards her Elder Goodold goes quiet for a while before she leans forward and speaks. "Being raised by an alpha doesn't automatically make you an alpha, Lucan. You don't have pure alpha blood in your veins. Your father was a common werewolf before he died. Knox, the real Alpha of this pack died mysteriously. His father died and his sister disappeared. We all know that it is linked to you.” I feel anger rising in my chest. "I have alpha blood! Holland was my stepfather! I carry the bloodline!"

Electricity hummed faintly through concealed wiring, but the room still smelled of earth and iron. To my right sat the Alpha of the Bloodborn, Idris. Broad shoulders, lazy grin, black hair tied at his nape. Cocky and always amused. To my left, the Alpha of the Wolfgang territories, Markus. Blond, rigid and disciplined. His pack guarded the northern lines. Across from us sat the Council. Seven of them. Ageless in appearance. One of them leaned forward, his hair and beard were unnaturally white, as if drained of all color, yet his face bore no wrinkles. His silver eyes fixed on me. “It concerns your uncle, Alpha Xander.”

He continued his impotent rage, demanding answers while completely ignoring Grace, who was putting on her usual pitiful act for attention. Kieran finally grew impatient and gave him a withering look, snapping his fingers once. Rows of towering beastmen in black suits filed in, forcing Nathaniel, Grace, and their subordinates to their knees in the hall. I spotted several familiar faces among the crowd, including the fighting pit owner. The guests erupted in shocked murmurs. We all thought the Alpha of the Wolf Pack was supposed to be dark, obsessive, hideous, and disabled. If this man had made his debut earlier, countless beast women would have thrown themselves at him, begging for marriage!

Ludolf made sure all the rogues were injected with a cocktail of my blood and magic several days ago before he was killed by the Dark Alpha. I watch as I flew overhead in my owl form, keeping an eye on the front lines of the army. The Dark Alpha’s panther in the forefront of the parade of crazed rogues. A beat of thundering wolf paws and boots matched in crescendo with my overly beating heart. This was it. I scanned the sky for the full moon, but nothing shone. The winter night clouds mocked me in my desire to end this madness. A distant siren called out announcing our presents to the Blue Eclipse Pack. Here we go…

My presence is enough to silence conversation. Ashgrave’s new Alpha is here. The old one, Ravik, died the night Eli escaped. A coup, timed with Eli’s disappearance. He slipped out during the chaos. The new Alpha, Derren, is younger. Deceptively pretty. Dangerous in the way a snake is dangerous. Quiet, cold, always watching. He flashes me a smile. “I hear you’ve acquired a new Omega.” The air thickens as I refuse to be baited. Another Alpha chuckles. “Wasn’t he Redmaw’s? Or was it Ashgrave’s? Hard to keep track.”