Novel & Cerita Alpha Bottom

"Killing is strictly forbidden unless you have a compelling reason to do so, and in my world, only Alphas have the right to kill." "Alpha? You often talk about that," I muttered. "What does it mean?" "If it's likened to castes in the human world, then Alpha is the highest caste in my world. Next are Betas, like Sander, Ilya, Ronan, and some of the other Betas you know at the office. Betas are the Alphas' henchmen, loyal and obedient. Then, there are Omegas, considered the weakest caste. In the past, they were only considered reproductive tools, but now, Omegas are valued equally with Alphas and Betas, because apparently, without them, we would be wiped out," Thiery answered seriously.

A sharp pain ripped through my chest. I shook my head, my vision blurring. “M-My Alpha,” I whispered, the title slipping out instinctively. “Please… I didn’t choose this. I—” “You should have stayed hidden,” he cut in. Each word was a blade. He stepped forward then—not toward me, but toward the altar. Power rolled off him in crushing waves as he raised his voice for all to hear. “I, Alpha Kael Nightfang,” he declared, “reject you, Lunaria Vale, as my mate and Luna.”

Mitchell smirks. “He will be known as Second Alpha,” Alto tells everyone. “He is human,” Sebastian points out. “You recognize the Reynolds' Luna, and she is human,” Alto counters. “She also has the title LUNA, giving him the title Second Alpha gives him,” Milo starts, but is cut off by Temperance. “Second Alpha is respectful, given his age and experience. Alto is his mate and Alpha and therefore, gets to give Lawrence whatever title Alto wants to. Technically, Sebastian is a second Alpha, but we call him Beta,” Temperance calms everyone.

He knew his friend was right. "Is there any other information you need to give me?" He asked with a calmer outburst. "There actually is one think." She looked down and began playing with her hands in her lap. "We know where the true Alpha is." "True Alpha? You know where Tax Moore is?" He looked at her in disbelief. She nodded. "I heard he lives just off your territory." Celus rushed to his desk and pulled out a very large map of his territory. "Show me where." Celus grumbled, going in full Alpha mode. Safiya nodded, a little intimidated by the way his eyes shifted between their normal color and a midnight black.

were the only words that escaped from my mouth as I gave him the best smile I could come up with. An Alpha should always be strong. They should never show any weakness. You are not meant to be an Alpha. How can you call yourself an Alpha when you have no wolf? He doesn’t have a wolf and rely on a wheelchair, why should he be the Alpha? Men don’t cry, they don’t cry especially because of a girl. He should have just died.

She needed the identity of those Alphas. "You are right. The documents should be in father's study. Let's check them out." As soon as they got to the study, Godiva broke down in tears. She could feel her father's presence heavily because he spent a lot of time there. It wasn't long for Theresa to locate the documents. From the way they were kept in the drawer beside his desk, there was great importance attached to it from everything else. Godiva's last bit of hope began to dwindle when Theresa read the names; "Alpha Alonso, Alpha Storm, Alpha Bond, Alpha Brick, Alpha Caesar, Alpha Jax and Alpha Ice. They are just as fierce as their name sounds."

Him. A tightness stretched at her throat. He wore the same outfit as every other driver that worked for the mistress; resplendent grey gabardine trousers pressed to a knife edge, the collared shirt creases thrice across the back in military fashion, a leather whip encircling his left hip that she had seen him use to woo the female servants as he cracked it expertly in the air, drawing figures in the air, curling it like a serpent around his bicep as if the item was simply an extension of his arm. She judged him to be no older than twenty-two; a young man fresh from the army hired to work in a position for a lycanthrope second-in-power to the Alpha.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ve been asked to serve you water.” "I thought you said amber eyes are a normal phenomenon here, do I get discriminated against too?" She smiled stretching out her arm. "Wren." She said calmly like she hadn't provoked me enough. I clicked my tongue and seat her hand away. "You're too pompous to be a slave. An Alpha?" "Yes, and you?" She rubbed her hand through it and I growled. "A Beta. Girl, take out your coat. In New Orleans, there is only one Alpha." She raised her head looking ahead of us. "Alpha Ryder Loworth."

could tell how much weight he'd lost and how empty his brown eyes looked. "Pay your respects to the Alpha, guard." Alan's voice broke into the brief silence the room sank into at Tybalt's arrival. My Beta drew the attention of Tybalt to himself but didn't even flinch at the death glare Tybalt sent his way once he took his eyes off me. The insulting way with which he said the last word was enough for a proud man like Tybalt to want to kill my Beta. Tybalt still had Alpha blood in him but as a Beta, it was part of Alan's nature and job not to cower regardless of the person he gets himself involved with. Alan merely stood and returned the glare. "Leave us," I commanded. Alan turned to look at

I said to him sitting on the floor where I fell and nursing my temple. "And you need to watch what you say about my family," he retorted in anger. Darrell hasn't been the same ever since his mother, who's the Luna of our pack was accused of murder; it is claimed she allegedly killed the Beta of our pack who was formerly the Gamma but rose in ranks through 'dubious' means. Before he maneuvered his way to that position, my father was Beta; but Darrell chose to keep me as his Beta and made sure everyone in our generation referred to me as such. It honestly felt weird, bearing the Beta title while my dad bore the Gamma title.