Alpha Damien's Trouble Maker Novels & Stories

I tried hard to resist scoffing. The former Alpha was an old fart. Everyone knew how he'd abused Haiden as a child, putting him in overly dangerous positions and having him self-regulate his emotions and behavior. Thus, making him mature quicker than others but also instilling in him deep wounds that would take an eternity to heal.

" Alpha Damien said as he walked out in furry. 'How can my mate be an Omega and that too that girl who looks so dirty, I can't be mated to an omega, I Alpha Damien can never make an Omega my Luna.' He thought within him with an angry expression as he entered into his car and the driver drove off. Alpha Damien is a very arrogant, proud and cold blooded Alpha of the blue moon pack and he enjoys seeing other people's pain. He followed his father's footsteps of killing without a reason and he keeps everyone at arms length and he avoids all kind of relationship. Ellen was heart broken when she heard Alpha Damien say those words out loud,she didn't know why but she was sure of the feeling of being

She tracked the maid’s movement like a wary animal, watching as she paced the dining room in search of a dish cloth only to find it slung over her shoulder. Her caretaker cursed in French and snatched up a silver fork from the tray of cutlery, polishing it in a vigorous blur as if the question had been etched on the handle and if she rubbed it hard enough, it would disappear. Parisa lifted another spoonful, her stomach tying in knots as myriads of thoughts rattled around her mind like dice. The clink of a spoon being set firmly on the table drew her attention from the plate to the maid. “It’s Not just the council he intends to parade you in front of…” refusing to meet her eyes, Eliza picked

His daughter was being used to bring forth a new heir, the breeder a man from his new alliance with the Red Lakes pack. Aaron, that little bastard, the man who had been so willing to divulge a wealth of knowledge about Maeve's family and their whereabouts but failed to mention a massive injury he acquired in Maeve's presence. That missing piece had almost blown my mission. "Damian needs me, Troy, in more ways than one." I was surprised by this comment. Damien had been the Alpha of Poldesse for decades. He had been doing a fine job of it, too. He was a fair leader, but this Romero? Something behind his eyes rubbed me the wrong way.

Damien paced restlessly around his room angry and frustrated. He had a bad temper which was almost impossible to subdue whenever triggered because of his wolf nature, apparently and also because he was Alpha. The rage, lust and anger that came with it was sometimes uncontrollable. That rage was taking its toll now on Damien with the thought of his parents’ murders constantly. He kept walking around from left to right and back around his room critically thinking of how to capture the Rogues’ Alpha.

Then Damien’s voice chimed in, casual like we were not dodging death: “Yo, Alpha… FYI, I just face-planted while trying to save someone. Multiple witnesses. Don’t worry, I’m fine… mostly.” Even here, even now, he found a way to be ridiculous. “Damien. Focus. Or your faceplant is going to get someone else killed.” “Copy that… but for the record, I make a great distraction.” “I’m with Lilah and most of the other pups and women, Alpha,” Alana’s voice buzzed urgently in my mind.

Thaddeus assured him. On the table, Alpha Tritan, he says his name was, bored Damian to death while he sat there broadcasting all of his so-called accomplishments, barely needing his attention at all. Besides, he did not look like he could act the part with his soft features and movements. The man did not have a single scar to prove his claims. Then again, Damian’s irritation may only be due to his lycan’s extreme dislike of him. “Ah, there she is.” Alpha Tritan looked the other way, and a woman stood beside him.

Damien voiced out his theory and demand for an answer with his eyes glaring and observing the woman countenances as if her mood will change, and then he will catch her up in her lies. But the woman is so smart, she was mind reading their thoughts except for one person who she endeavours to mind read, but she received a backfire, and then she turns to look at him. He is no other one than Musk the Alpha of Redmond pack, is he a demon or a witch? Probably no. Damien draws out his sword from it sheath and strides toward her hastily.

And Damian… Damian is a Lycan blooded Alpha. Even if I tried to fight, I wouldn’t last one second. But still, my eyes flick toward the heavy lamp. The corner table. The chair leg. I run through every weapon I could use—every opening I might find. But the answers are all the same. He’s stronger and he will win. The mattress creaks as I sit, bones stiff with dread. I stare at the floor, the lingerie clinging to my damp skin, praying for some miracle, some divine intervention—

Some warriors safeguard the pack, including a Gamma and a Beta, who work closely with the Alpha and Luna. I swiftly shed my clothes and step under the comforting stream of hot water. Aware of the potential intrusion, I hurriedly shampoo my hair with the meager amount provided, rinsing it out before applying conditioner, allowing it to soak briefly. Hastily, I cleanse my body, anxious to avoid any unexpected visitors. Once I finish, I brush my teeth, catching sight of my split lip—a testament to the actions of Damian, the Alpha's son. He's one of the cruelest individuals I've encountered. Simply being in his presence is enough to provoke his sadistic torment. To make matters worse, his girlfr