Alpha Contract Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"This is madness. Alpha Killian, you're sacrificing all of us—the entire supernatural community—for one woman and one baby." "Yes," Alpha said. "I am. And I'd do it a thousand times over." "The prophecy—" "I don't care about the prophecy," Alpha interrupted. "I care about Annie. I care about our child. Everything else is secondary." Josh Mercer stood up and turned to Alpha. "Do you realise what you've just done? You've just declared war on everyone in this room. On the Council. On the covens. On the packs who believe in the prophecy." "Then let there be war," Alpha said calmly. "I've fought wars before. I'll fight another one."

Go back where you belong. Silence filled the room. Alpha Kael looked angry now. Enough. Ava looked toward him. No Alpha. I see exactly what she is doing. She pointed toward me. Girls like her know how to act innocent. How to gain sympathy. How to take what belongs to others. Alpha Kael stepped forward. Enough. This time his voice carried authority. Real authority. Shock crossed Avas face. She looked at him. Then at me. Fine. Her voice turned cold. This is not over.

I thank Evie, who slips her phone number into my hand before we part ways. When I get home to my territory, the happiness and contentment subside. No one will look at me. They don’t show submission or respect. A Gamma wolf springs out of the crowd at me, swinging to hit me. Before I can react to it, Ariana flies in front of me and sweeps his leg out from under him. “The ‘B’ in Beta stands for backup. Mess with my Alpha again, and I will end you,” she says, looking him deadpan.”

Aria grimaced, what’s with these old people and getting unnecessarily angry? She just asked for the organization's name. “Uhmm, sir, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to annoy you. I just wanted to know where I would work. And also, yes, I agree it’s a good offer.” He looked at her for a moment, then his gaze softened. “Alpha’s Turnout,” he said. That was the name. Of course, she had heard that name before; she had wondered what type of name that was. But also, she had admired the decor she saw in magazines.

"Don't say it out loud yet, not until I know more." He nodded and he left. I stood alone in the room and I turned it over. Petra. Her jaw already set before Ryan had opened his mouth. Her hand already moving to write things down. He took your Beta, Ryan. What else would he want? The question that sounded like impatience but could just as easily have been redirection. My phone buzzed on the bed. It was from an unknown number with one message. You should know what your Alpha is willing to trade for his Beta.

Alpha Calvin This morning ended up being an absolute shit show, that prick of an Alpha lied through his stinking teeth to get us to help him and god knows how many other packs he told that lie to. I don't understand why he did it and I don't understand why he had a problem with his Beta's son being gay. Fuck I couldn't give a fuck what your sexual preference is, it doesn't define you and it certainly doesn't stop you from being a good person.

Wait, what? Before I knew anything, I was in my wedding dress, and standing in front of me was the alpha of Silver river pack, Alpha Curtis, and right now he was looking at me with hate and disgust. Hey! Don’t look at me like that! It’s not like I wanted to do this. I rolled my eyes and apparently he saw that because right now the look on his face was added a bit of anger and shock. Yeah didn’t see that coming did you? A smirk crept up my face until my eyes met with my father’s.

She planned to milk this experience for all it was worth, by the time they left this place, she would at least have basic knowledge of werewolves, and not just some ideology from an outsider. “Well ,there are the thetas, the betas and the Alphas. The Alphas are at the top of the ladder, there’s usually one for each state, then there are regional Alphas, chosen among the state Alphas, Continental Alphas, then there’s an Alpha Supreme, he’s the head Alpha of the world. The Alphas make the decisions around here, they sign treaties, basically, they are like Presidents. After them, we have Betas, they act like Vice Presidents, only, they do more, the Betas are the head warriors of every pack, the

Beta cautioned. Gamma, a spirited and curious wolf, raised their head, their voice filled with determination. "But we have each other, our unwavering spirit, and the strength of our unity. Together, we can overcome any obstacle that comes our way," Gamma proclaimed. As they ventured deeper into the wilderness, the pack encountered towering mountains blocking their path. Alpha, their gaze fixed upon the daunting peaks, called upon the pack for their input. "These mountains pose a formidable challenge. How shall we overcome them?" Alpha asked, their voice carrying an air of curiosity.