Alpha Enzo Novel Novels & Stories

Damien and his men drew their weapons, tense and ready, but it was clear they were outnumbered. From the shadows, Alpha Czar stepped forward, his face cold and calculating. He looked every bit the predator, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. But that wasn't what made Damien's blood run cold. Following him, like a ghost rising from Damien's past, was Alpha Enzo. “Enzo,” Damien breathed in shock. His eyes widened as the realization hit him, confusion quickly turning to anger. “What are you doing here?” Enzo's lips curled into a sneer, his laugh sharp and mocking. “Still as gullible as ever, Damien. You always were too blind to see what was right in front of you."

~~~ Enzo came back late at night and walked straight into the room. "She's asleep early," he murmured while looking at the wall clock. He quietly lay down beside her and cuddled her. "Are you drunk?" Alice murmured in her sluggish tone with her eyes still closed. Enzo was hugging her tightly and she can smell a little bit of alcohol mixed on his usual scent. "Hmm it's just a little." Enzo replied. "Alice," Enzo murmured. Then there's just silence. Enzo sighed assuming that Alice went back to sleep.

Emmie scowled and shifted further from the drop-dead gorgeous Alpha who walked up to the front desk. “Alpha Azeal,” I said, my voice sweet. “Can I get you a room?” He grinned. “I’m riding solo tonight. I’m actually meeting your… uh… Alpha Enzo.” Emmie’s jaw dropped. “He knows?” She hissed. Azeal frowned. “Why wouldn’t I know? I’m an Alpha, and Enzo’s my friend.” Emmie rolled her eyes, and I nearly fainted at her defiance. “You can’t keep it in your pants, I’d assume you can’t keep a secret.”

The dome of violet dark slammed across the courtyard like a wall of physical weight. The noise of the battle — clashing steel, shouting, the wind — cut off instantly, replaced by a high-pitched ringing that made my ears throb. The cold air turned thick and sulfurous, tasting like old ash and copper. "Don't look at the light, Elena!" Kaelen's voice was muffled, like it was traveling through water. Before I could turn, a hand grabbed my waist and pulled me hard against him. Heat rolled off him, the gold of his aura flaring into a sphere that pushed back the violet mist trying to creep in.

But it couldn’t be Wystan. Wystan was dead. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my nerves. Memories flooded back the screams for help, the flames consuming the building. My hands trembled as the nightmare resurfaced. I grabbed a whiskey glass and poured myself a drink. For a moment, I just stared at it before tossing it back. Turning toward the window, my gaze landed on Aleena. The guarded look that was usually in her hazel eyes was gone. She was smiling at her sister, Elanor, who was making some ridiculous face, apparently trying to make her laugh.

She wanted to go to the palace library and said, "Thank you for your story, Dom. Also, for the delicious snacks, Aaron. Excuse me." Era left quickly without giving Dom and Aaron a chance to say a single word. The urge made her really curious. So, she quickened her pace—almost running—and when she arrived at the palace library, she immediately grabbed the Alpha Family History Book. The book contained ancient records detailing the origins of the Alpha Family, complete with their intricate genealogy. Era quickly flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning every word carefully. She was stunned when she read the story of Teagan Donovan and Cecilia Shaw, ignoring Ursa's presence.

“…you’re simply the weakest alpha in the wild west. I mean—” “Hold your tongue!” I shouted. He shouldn't be speaking to my father like he was a common thief. I balled my fists and eyed the blue-eyed werewolf in front of me. I took a lungful of air, restraining myself from punching him right between the eyes. My father, the Alpha of the Talons, sat on his throne, saying nothing. He merely stared at me in anger, as did the other three members of his court.

*NOTE: Edited 08/17/21. Streamlined sentences, added in dialogue, and fixed grammar issues. CHAPTER SEVEN Joyride, Part 1 The ravens say that the new girl and the football jock have flown the coop… a budding romance? Or teens turning bad? You decide Forest Hills! #jessiver — Tweet from Raven_Eye. The ride wasn’t as long as I thought it would be, just a short hop from the high school to one of the shops in midtown, which was enough minutes for me to feel just a little guilty for ditching school on my first day.

the other one responded, his voice void of emotion. My throat tightened. Alpha? My mind instantly flew back to Damon. Had he already found me? Or was this just some twisted trap? They each grabbed one of my arms and yanked me up. “Please… I didn’t do anything,” I cried, trying to pull back. Panic surged through me, but they were too strong. I had no choice but to go with them. The palace corridors were silent and grand, but cold. Stone walls, towering pillars, and ancient tapestries whispered secrets as we passed. We reached a tall door engraved with symbols I couldn’t read. With a low creak, the door opened.

Sebestian growled, his eyes glowing gold. The other alpha's eyes grew wide, and he immediately got up and off the bar stool and backed away. "I'm sorry, Alpha." "What's your name?" Sebestian growled. "It's Earth alpha." "Well, Earth, I don't want you to ever see inside my club again. Now get out of my sight." Earth nodded and ran out of the club. Sebestian turned his attention towards Allen and could see how tense his omega was. Sebestian closed his eyes and then opened them as he wrapped his arms around Allen once more.