Alpha Chi Omega Syracuse Novels & Stories

The eldest stepped forward, his face stern. “The Seal has shown its will. You cannot deny it. She belongs to both.” Luther’s body stiffened. His golden eyes blazed as he stood, shielding me with his body. “No. She belongs to me. Only me. You will not take her.” The elder’s gaze was cold, unyielding. “The Seal binds her to two Alphas. If she refuses to honor that bond, the balance will break, and blood will follow. Do you want to be the cause of your pack’s destruction?”

"I stand before the flame without deceit. Let it judge me as it will." Her voice did not betray the inferno going through her body. "Alpha, it is within your right to deny or allow such motion. Do you have any objections for her to step into her role?" "I hold no objections," Fin gritted out, without looking at her. Aeron didn't pause. As far as he was concerned, this was an Alpha thing because Fin was like this the last ceremony too. "Do you offer your oath to Shadowclaw," he intoned, "to serve with strength of heart, clarity of mind, and loyalty unbroken as Luna Alpha of Shadowclaw? Do you accept the mantle placed upon you?"

I press my knuckle harder against my mouth and breathe through my nose and do not laugh because the walls in this corridor are thin and I have a policy about letting people hear things that could be used against me. But. Genuinely. If I could — An Alpha. Thinking his fated mate is an Omega. The lowest-ranked wolf in his own pack. The one who scrubs his training quarters at four in the morning so she can have a lock on a bathroom door. Selene, if you exist, your sense of humor is catastrophic. *He's wrong.* Ash. Finally. I wait. She doesn't add anything. Just those two words sitting in the space behind my sternum where she lives, flat and certain and — something else. Something underneath the

“Alpha, there's an important call for you to take care of.” “A call? Who is it from?” “He's not actually a friend of yours or even a business partner.” “If not, then who is this person?" “According to him, he just needed me to tell you that his name is Alpha Damian from the Lockwood pack.” What? The Alpha of Lockwood pack? What the hell does he want from me? “You should transfer the call to my office.” “Right away sir,” he quickly exited my office and did exactly as I've said.

She continued to pester him. "Where are you heading to?" Her rushed gait conveyed her unease, as though she was worried about losing sight of him. "I'm carrying out my responsibilities as an alpha," he curtly said. "Isn't that what I'm supposed to be doing?" Without giving Annie another opportunity to continue the conversation, he hopped into the car and drove off. He headed toward the police station in the city. Like any human town, the pack was a regular society, but the laws were set by the Alphas.

I opened the door and the Alpha's voice sent chills down my spine. “I'm happy this day found me alive. A day never to be forgotten by both packs. I'm proud of you, Scarlett.” The more I heard the name “Scarlett”, the more nervous I became. And the more I imagined the trouble ahead of me. “It's time for the ceremony. Shall we? Seems to me you suddenly have a different scent or maybe my excitement, who knows?” the Alpha laughed. I saw his arm gesture into a curve. We lurked arms as he escorted me out of the room. My heart was racing heavily. If a slight wind should reveal my identity, I'll be forever screwed. Even the moon goddess wouldn't spare me. I followed his steps as I could only see the

With a smile, he obliged and indulge in the boy. This was the nesting phase where an omega would desperately try to surround themselves with their alpha’s belongings. The stronger the scent, the better. If Syris wanted to leave for a little, he had to give Floopy a clothing item to pacify the omega’s instinct to always be with their alpha.

One of the other waiters, Alex asked as Ray leaned against the counter and sighed “These frat boy idiots think they can do whatever they want with any omega because all the sororities are all over them at their stupid weekend parties. But if one more of them pinch my *ss, I swear to god someone’s getting a glass of whiskey in their face.” Alex was biting his lips trying not to laugh but failing miserably. His laughter brought out Ray’s own and they cracked up together. “I would pay good money to see that!” Ray pushed him and scoffed, trying to get his own laughter under control. “You don’t get it because you’re an alpha. But these frat guys are the worst.” Ray whined, pouting. “Do you want m

Bram was right; our mate does need us. "You could be more approachable. You are their Alpha." I whisper. "I don't need to be their friend, just their Alpha." She huffs. "You know, my dad taught my brothers and me that the Alpha works for the pack. The pack doesn't work for the Alpha." I put my hand on her back, hoping it would help lighten her stance. Sydney turns and looks at me wide-eyed and dumbfounded. "That was a line in my Alpha ceremony!" I chuckle, I know she's serious, but that look is too much. "Well, it looks like you forgot it."

I would much rather be on a stage right now, dancing my heart out to Tchaikovsky or Prokofiev, but honour decrees that I be here. I suppose that I should feel happier. Sergio Andretti is the Alpha of the blue-blooded Onyx Myst Pack, the most well-respected werewolf pack in New York. Not only was he the alpha, but he was Capo and leader of the Andretti mafia family. In other words, I should be happier because my fiance was a powerful man. But here I was, wishing I could be someplace else.