Alpha Damien's Trouble Maker Novels & Stories

No. Toward Damien. Before I could process what was happening, she launched herself at him. Damien caught her easily, hoisting her into the air as she giggled. "Alpha! You came back!" My jaw dropped. Damien—terrifying, ruthless, devil Alpha Damien—was grinning. Actual grinning. "Course I came back, squirt. Someone's gotta keep you out of trouble." "I'm not in trouble!" "You're always in trouble." More kids ran over, crowding around him.

Alpha Dexter sits behind his massive desk, looking up from a stack of territorial manifests with a cold, assessing squint. “Lori,” he rumbles, his voice deep and grating. “You look distressed. Did my son give you trouble?” I take a slow, deliberate breath, forcing the violent tremor out of my hands before I set the empty tray down on the corner of his desk. “Damien is losing his mind over that omega,” I say, my voice dropping into a low, venomous hiss. “He just threw me out of his room. He refuses to see reason, Alpha. As long as that filthy creature breathes air in this pack, Damien will never fully commit to our arrangement.”

In my last life, my Alpha deliberately got himself wounded while fighting a rival pack, all to boost the reputation of his healer mistress. Worried about his injuries, I convinced him not to travel for treatment, and it saved his life. And for that, he hated me. Reborn, I've decided to let him make his own stupid decision. Let them have each other. "Go to the Moonridge Pack. Now." Damien's voice, as cold as a blade, came from the bed. A nasty gash from a silver dagger was torn across his leg, and blood was soaking through the bandages, but his eyes burned with a feverish heat.

he said. “Hey,” I said and snapped back to reality. “Are you okay?” he asked me. “I just saw Damon and he really doesn’t remember me,” I said to him. “I’m sorry, I just heard that he went to St Albans,” he said to me. “It’s okay, it was just a shock to see him,” I said and took a deep breath. “He quit Finley, he gave the Alpha seat to Jared, he packed all of his stuff and left last night,” he said.

She faced me. “That is Alpha Damien, the most powerful Alpha in the werewolf world, coming first in anything Alpha Adrain is doing,” she said. I kept my face blank, but I was surprised. I thought Damien was the most powerful. “Go on,” I said. “He and Adrain are sworn enemies; they just don’t like each other, but they have never had any war or altercation. Everyone is scared of Alpha Damien and his pack. He is currently around 30 years old; he became the Alpha at the age of 18 when his parents mysteriously died. Other Alpha’s have tried taking over his pack because of the lands and goods he has, but the last Alpha who tried that never lived to tell any stories, so everyone has concluded on st

When he had grown too smug about his dominance over these lesser cousins of his, it had already happened. Typically, the smaller animals would only attempt to capture a few sheep if they were nearby rather than a whole cow. He had grown weary of the usual diet his cousins consumed—rabbits and field mice. Beef would be their meal of choice today. Damien began to drool as he imagined how satisfying it would be to slurp up the blood that would oosh out of a fat cow's velvety belly. He let out an almost orgasmic wave of trembling before turning to face his pack. They were waiting for him to give the order to start the chase. Because of how their previous alpha male had fallen in a flurry of bloo

Alan released the arrow without a second thought, and it soared through the air, hitting the target with a satisfying thwack. "I did it, thank you, Alpha." Alan's grin widened. "Remember, practice makes perfect," Damien ruffled his hair and watched as he skipped towards the others. Damien breathed out as he strode towards the cluster of trainees. His gaze swept across the group, and his expression mask. Then, his stride faltered. His head snapped up, his nostrils flaring as he caught the unmistakable scent. Her scent. The aroma was a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

It hurts to breathe when she who I now breathe for isn’t here. “Alpha bro,” Damien clears his throat, trying to sound neutral. “You know, A is tough,” he says, trying to convince himself too, but the worry in his voice gives him away. “She’s survived worse, for example, you.” He says. “She has survived you and your grumpiness. You’re more dangerous.” I can’t answer. My throat feels closed.

Ariana made a suggestive comment as soon as she saw him getting on the stairs, " Well, I think that you should go and pick her up later on, brother. She was looking hot today. Who knows what will those boys think of her!" Damien's jaw clenched hard, thinking about the image of all those boys, staring at her sexy attire. His wolf made a low protestory growl which he ignored completely and strode upstairs with a jealous heart . Nope! He couldn't go on her prompt tonight! He was an Alpha and couldn't act like a jealous teen!

"No, not at all. I'm just not used to people asking me about my opinion. I think the Lamia Pack would be best. The new Alpha is a female and she's said to be very compassionate. She's strict but kind once she realizes that you have good intentions. She also has a good relationship with Ethan so if you tell her the truth, she'll be happy to welcome you into her Pack." He said and I nodded. I nearly facepalmed myself upon realizing I was yet to know his name. "Thank you………" I drawled, waiting for his name. "Axel." He chirped. "Thank you Axel, for all your help. I'm really grateful. Please take me to the Alpha of the Lamia Pack." I requested and he bowed his head.