Alpha Chi Omega Syracuse Novels & Stories

Let him know how much I loved him. My steps became faster and faster as if I was going to run in the next second. I finally walked through the long aisle and stood next to Alex. I raised my head, looked at his face, and calmed my breath. “Alex Troy, Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, whether in health or illness, rich or poor, are you willing to hold Rebecca Swan's hands, respect and love her, until death separates you?” The priest looked at our fingers intertwined and coughed awkwardly.

Slowly the young woman's shoulders were grasped, the soundless touch had made the owner of the body flinch in surprise. "Who!" cried the young woman as her shoulder was turned by Alpha Stuward. "Alpha, sorry." The woman looked down, not daring to return the Alpha's questioning gaze. Meanwhile, Alpha Stuward let out a heavy sigh. He was disappointed again. The image of the young Sicilian was still vivid in the corner of his eye with a distinctive scent like that of the young omega. Seeing the Alpha's lost concentration, Beta Ramon immediately ran to the two of them and explained there was a misunderstanding. The young Omega nodded apologetically, he was only a subordinate so had no right to b

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.

We leave. The passages are cold. Our footsteps sound too clear on the stone. The bond tracks the distance between us—close enough that I feel the controlled tension in him, far enough that the space remains a choice. Wren meets us at the turn, speaks in a low rush, then peels away toward the chamber doors. The antechamber is already full: formal colors, low voices, the particular attention that gathers when a delay is about to live or die in public. Eyes land on me—the unmarked Omega from the closed-room rumors, now walking into the light beside the Alpha who refused to mark her. The bond spikes under the scrutiny. Kieran does not touch me. He does not need to. The claim is visible in the wa

They were a brilliant, burning crimson—the mark of a true pure-blood Syndicate Alpha. Alaric Sterling. The feared leader of the Sterling Heights Syndicate, the most ruthless mafia werewolf faction in the entire region. "You're Darcy Ellington," Alaric said, his crimson eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that felt like a physical weight pressing against my chest. "The brilliant strategist the Ashford Pack just threw to the dogs." "If you're here to finish their job, Sterling, you'd better be ready for a fight," I said, clenching my bloodied fists.

I said as he closed the door behind me and locked the car. "How'd you enjoy the ride?" he asked with a cheeky smile. "I don't usually condone speeding, but I won't lie. It was awesome." I let out a breathy chuckle. "So how come you have your own garage?" He walked up a couple of steps and opened a side door, holding his hand out for me. Placing my hand in his, I let him pull me up the steps. "I'm the president of Alpha Chi Omega, and each of the main officers has their own garage," he said casually like it was no big deal at all.

They will help Nu to be the gatekeeper when the food level is high. 15. Omicron (the advisor/psychologist/teacher). Omicron is the advisor to the younger werewolves, and they usually help Theta and Iota when they have patients with psychological cases. When there is no psychological patient they should handle, they will teach the young/teen werewolf and pup. 16. Pi (Omicron’s helper). Pi is the young or new advisor, psychologist, and teacher under Omicron’s supervision. 17. Rho (the artisan). Rho is the one who is responsible for creating weapons, tools, and clothes.

"So, have you discussed anything with the alpha? Has he talked to you about the bond or hug plans to reject you?" "No," I lied, "but he mentioned letting the omegas in." A sharp gasp escaped my mom's lips. "So the alpha is doing all of this for you?" "I'm afraid so," I said softly, staring at my palms. Overwhelmed, my mom struggled to find words and was lost in her sea of thoughts until the sound of a bell rang through the halls of the duplex. Elder Logan's voice followed: “All omegas gather in the central foyer for a meeting with the alpha!”

, He went on before pulling me more to him. "Huh! You right she is lucky enough that you one of the feared alphas", Another man murmured. They went on with talking but I was honestly feeling out of place. Their Lunas were all upper shewolves but I was the omega. Lastly finding it unbearable, I excused myself and shyly walked to the bathroom.

"I believe you have something that belongs to me." Kael's face went white. "This is pack business, Dread Alpha. You have no jurisdiction here." Cassian dismounted and walked forward. His wolves fanned out, surrounding Kael's pack. "Lyra Moonwood is not your pack member," Cassian said softly. "She never was. She's my sister. My blood. And you've been holding her against her will." Gasps rippled through both packs. Kael stared at me, then at Cassian. His mind was working—I could see it. Calculating. "Sister," he repeated. "You expect me to believe an Omega is sister to the Dread Alpha?"