Alpha Dog Quincy Il Novels & Stories

Pine and frost and furious, untamed power. An Alpha’s scent. And it’s coming from right behind me.

His scent is instilled in every crook of the condo, Adom can sense it as easy as dew forms before dawn. Alexander is an alpha. That's evident. Adom needs to decide how high up on his list of problems that certain aspect is. When he thinks about the way Alexander yielded to him last night without an ounce of fear his heart thumps. He's not sure he could ever do that in front of another alpha, let alone one he met in a bar. Alexander had laid himself bare right there in that alley and Adom had not thought twice about following him back to his house then. So why is the fact that Alexander is an alpha such a hindrance to Adom now, he thinks. Or is that not the problem at all? Adom furrows his br

I inquire, my male voice thick with a sudden hint of raw territorial curiosity. “Oh, my own father and Alpha Jonathan have been sworn pack brothers for decades,” Quincy explains with a sharp, warm smile, showing his fangs in a friendly gesture. “My boots used to run wild all over the Walker Ridge Estate all the time when my wolf was just a cub. I actually haven't met Alpha Grant a whole lot during our younger seasons, though. His father usually kept his frame away at the elite northern academies here in the States, while my own body grew up studying the ancient medicine arts abroad.”

LUCIANO'S P.O.V. The very thought of her had me restless, nearly driving me crazy. Mate bond or not, I didn't like this one bit. I felt my control slipping; I always had things under control. If I were a normal human, I'd think I was crazy, but I wasn't. I wasn't normal, nor was I human. I was an alpha descended from one of the strongest bloodlines known in history. A De Luca, safe to say, wasn't the most pleased, given that I was easily riled up by a human, a maid at that. And so, I made it my mission to avoid her at all costs for the meantime until I could get my emotions in check. My plan, which had been going fairly smoothly, turned into an absolute mess when I perceived her scent, subtl

"Mars." "Yeah?" "I want to ask you something. Honestly." I turned my head, nodding. "Go ahead." Quincy hesitated, her fingers twisting her white healer robes before she awkwardly asked, "Do you love Alpha Grant? I don't mean to cross any boundaries. I'm just curious—with an alpha who would throw his entire body in front of a silver blade for you, does your wolf love him just as deep?" Quincy, who had never found her fated mate, looked genuinely lost in the idea.

He quickly retraced his words. "Forgive me my Alpha. The spy said that he saw Grey and a squad of six other wolves and the young girl we captured standing around the body." I exhaled and retracted my claws. "You should consider yourself lucky to leave here alive. Your news pleases me. And there is no other Alpha besides me. No Alpha Grey, no anyone! Do I make myself clear?!" "Yes, my Alpha." The scout took his leave but before he left, I called him back. I could see that he was still trembling.

"That's unnice, I must say. Who's that by the way?" I hang my head. I don't think I can tell him it's my husband and mate. I'm too ashamed to say it because I'm sure he's going to see me in another light and I don't want that. "I don't think I can mention their name," I say in reply then change topics immediately. "You said you were going to give me a tour around the place, didn't you?" Kylian nods but I can still see the look of curiosity in his eyes. He shrugs it off. "This is my home. My father, the current Alpha of Zelda Pack is in the meeting,"

I repeat. "That is because Brandon is the Alpha. He is the Alpha of the Evermore pack. The pack that dominates and rules Evermore town." Ella blurts out. What? Brandon is an Alpha? Ella has got to be kidding me right? I rise to my feet and glare at her with wide eyes open. I wait for her to tell me that she is just joking or that she is just pulling my legs but she does not say any of that. She looks at me with a serious look on her face. I gulp a lump down my throat and sit back on the chair.

I whimper a little hiding behind Osric and look around for Beta Embry hoping he is around knowing this would get ugly. “I’m right here Raven, it’s ok. You don’t belong on these lands, Quinn. You know this family is part of Blood Moon and is under my protection,” Osric snarls as his fur bristles watching Alpha Quinn’s brown wolf begin to circle us looking for a way to get to me. “And if it was your nephew that was killed?” Alpha Quinn snarls stepping closer to us, my heart hammers in my chest afraid of what he will do and afraid of what I did.

Thus, I ended up in New Haven, Connecticut, at Yale, where the closest werewolf pack is either The Nashoba Valley Pack or Silvermane, both in Massachusetts. Dad isn’t on speaking terms with Alpha Irwin of Silvermane because, well, that pack is the embodiment of ass. Dad is, however, on good terms with Alpha Liam from Nashoba Valley but promised he would not have people checking up on me. So, Aurelia promised Dad wouldn’t keep such close tabs on me. Aunt Sarael promised to keep Uncle John from doing the same.