Novel & Cerita Alpha Blade

"The alpha is executing the protocol!" "

Malphas raised his massive obsidian broadsword high above his head, the jagged edge of the volcanic blade crackling with a thick, toxic purple electricity. "She may be a star now, Alonso," Malphas sneered, his giant muscles tightening as he prepared to drive the blade downward. "But you? You are no longer a king. You are no longer an Alpha. Now, you’re just meat."

It only took a few minutes before a silver SUV pulled up to the packhouse. Alpha Bruce and his son Kalvin stepped out, followed by a few other men. Kalvin was a few years older than me, but his father was a control freak and refused to hand over the alpha title until he found a suitable luna to rule by his side. Alpha Bruce was in his late fifties and a total asshole. “Rider, it’s nice to see you again. Where are your parents, Alpha Erik and Luna Trish?” Alpha Bruce asked as he came to stand in front of me.

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

Akito laughed, he wasn't even a little bothered that I was naked. It took me a minute to gather myself, I picked up the blazer and wore it, it smelled like him. "Daichi, you need to leave." Akito pushed him out of the room and they slammed it shut. Daichi has an alpha dad and a beta mum and he's a beta but he has alpha inclinations like, normal betas can't smell the pheromones of alphas and omegas but he can and he is susceptible to omega pheromones, like someone who just learned how to use them, he can't control his urges when he smells omega pheromones.

Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price. I have to make this work. No matter what.

"Four betas. One Alpha." The Alpha was easily distinguishable. It was twenty percent larger than the rest, its armor plated in a darker, gunmetal grey, and its fangs sparked with electrical energy. MOB DETECTED: ALPHA STEEL HOUND (NETWORKED ELITE). LEVEL: 40. HP: 15,000/15,000. "That's the router node," Jax whispered, lying beside Ren. "The betas are slaved to its command frequency. If we capture the Alpha, the rest of the pack—and the real-world drones they represent—will follow."

Alpha Stone began, his gaze shifting between each of us. I built an invisible shield to make sure his words would not be blown by the wind for others to hear. I could feel the sincerity in the Alpha’s words. All these times that he was in my presence, he had never truly shared or shown us what he felt. Except for tonight, when he tried to break everything in the kitchen. "I’m not sure if I’m needed here. I just stepped in because of Althea…" Blade stated, but he didn’t finish his words.

Kael said. He stood atop the highest point of the ice barrier, wielding the lance like a lightning rod. He closed his eyes and reached for the memory of the "Shared Dream." He didn't have a pack-bond, but he carried the Legacy of the Alpha. He projected a pulse of raw, unshielded authority-the "Command" frequency that the Aethelgard drones recognized as a high-priority override. The drones hesitated. Their flight paths became erratic as their internal systems struggled to reconcile the "Eraser" protocol with the "Alpha" signature.

It's him. The Alpha.