Alpha Destiny Height Novels & Stories

As her gaze inadvertently shifted to his shirtless form, she couldn't help but gulp. Why, oh why, did the moon goddess have to bless her with a man as handsome and hot as Blaze? He wasn't just well-endowed down there; his entire physique was massive, boasting broad shoulders, a formidable 50-inch (130 cm) chest, bulging arm muscles, and his sexy washboard abs. Standing at an imposing height of 6'7 (ca. 201 cm), he presented a towering figure, akin to a hulking force. The room seemed to shrink in comparison to his robust stature, leaving Astrid both mesmerized and bewildered by the overwhelming impact of his stature.

it took everything in me to stay upright. Razor was still cuffed in my arm which was screaming at me at this point. “Now I need you and your goon to get the fuck out my room, now back the fuck, up you too dumber. Just then there was another knock on the door . I rolled my eyes like what the hell is happening when did my room become the meeting spot for everybody. Before I could say anything. It swung open with a bang. A tall, big man stepped in with a bad ass navy pinstripe suit he had a fresh cut with dark brown eyes that looked like he had no problem killing somebody with little reason. I got a little worried, but I didn’t let them see me afraid. Smiling at me stepping next to Summer look

I rasped. "W--what?" she stuttered. "Don't come close to me unless I tell you to," I said. She nodded. "Don't get bitten, or scratched. Shield yourself," I snarled. She bobbed her head. Disengaging from her, my beast seethed with anger, it was as if breaking contact with Saraya infuriated me more. I turned around to look at the Alpha werewolf who seemed to be in charge. He was about six feet two inches tall. His hair was long but both sides were shaved off. A double slash crossed his left eyebrow and his left eye colour was black while the other was icy blue.

The girl who once had her life ruined because of her desire to become an Augmented Alpha in the entire galaxy. The next day, Alpha Dior woke up with a headache because of the alcohol he drank last night. He rubbed his eyes as he was obviously still sleepy. He looked around the room and grabbed the bed next to him. He immediately looked for Crema because she was no longer by his side. He got up and got dressed. He opened the door of his room to see Crema outside. He met some of the members of the bloody scar. They bowed to show respect to him as the supreme Alpha.

Right there in the air, I seized his hand and gave him a punch that knocked him far away across the alley and landed on a dumpster. The two men clenching on the pregnant woman, let go of her on witnessing the scenery. They both came at me but this time I didn't wait for them to come to me I moved towards them in full burden, we met in the midway as I grabbed them by the neck and lift them both so high off the ground. I could feel a rush of adrenaline rushing through my veins to my head, my grip around their necks clenched, even more, they began choking and gasping for a breath.

A heavy training session could lead to a heavy make out session which would allow me to get out of training sooner, rather than later. "Alpha, Luna" a girl bowed before us as soon as we approached. Her forest green almond eyes were a complete contrast to her fiery red hair that was up in a ponytail similar to my own. She was gorgeous with her heart shaped face, straight nose and strong cheekbones. You could tell that working out was a priority from looking at her athletic body. "Elsa here will be training you from now on" Jayden announced and the girl gave me a wicked smile. I was not going to enjoy this one bit.

I could see his unease — old loyalties tangled with a hint of judgment. Jayden climbed out of the next truck. A young Alpha, tall & wiry, head of a pack that specilaised in reconnaissance & stealth, followed by his Beta, eyes sharp and assessing. They took control of the coast line packs when number dropped to less than a few hundred & have been an incredible ally for us. Then Idris, quiet and deliberate, from a pack that controlled the northern hunting grounds, older wolves with strong survival instincts. Their presence was calm, measured nothing flashy, just the precision of experience.

“Left to follow your mate, the Beta’s daughter of Rising Valley?” “You have a great memory, Alpha.” Dalton’s lips tugged back in a smile that made my insides churn before he motioned to his mate to come forward. Her head was hung as she shuffled next to him. When he wrapped his arm around her, she flinched. “Greet our hosts, honey,” Dalton said through gritted teeth, turning his oily smile to his mate. “Alpha Raymond, Luna Addison. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said in a soft, hollow voice. When she finally looked up, I choked on a gasp. The bottom of one of her eyes was purpling, and an older yellowish bruise stained her forehead.

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

They’re hunters, predators that can catch almost any prey if given the chance. “What business would that be, little one?” I feel his breath on the back of my neck as the men in front of me start to step a little closer to me. “Are you here to kill the big bad Alpha of sector twenty-five? Or maybe you’re here to rescue your friend.” I’m not sure what does it, the mention of the Alpha, whom only a select few people know about or the mention of Octavia but I turn on the spot to face the man behind me. He’s so close that I have to step back slightly to see all of him. He’s completely naked; his chest is scarred with little crosses like someone has tried to play tic-tac-toe on his skin. His muscl