Alpha Kappa Alpha Song Lyrics Novels & Stories

Alpha Krey took long strides across the room with a small woman trailing close behind him. "Alpha Celus. Nice to see you here." He reached his hand out and took Celus', shaking firmly. "Alpha Krey. Glad to see you made the trip all the way here." He raised an eyebrow at his sudden friendly persona. "Of course. Unfortunately our packs are allies, so it only seems fair to come out and support him." He rolled his eyes as he teased. "This is my mate Maryann." He pulled the woman forward and introduced her excitedly.

Beta May answered while driving at speed, "I am my Alpha King." Alpha King rolled his eyes and said, "Didn't I tell you before to call me by my name while we link?" Beta May replied, "Yes, Raymond." Alpha King replied with a smile, "Now that's like it. Leave us alone when we go out for a run. I want to get wild today."

"You better not drown yourself in your freaking radio show. Remember that Dad raised you as an Alpha and not as a singer. You were trained to lead a pack, not to entertain random she-wolves with your music and mysterious identity. You know how much Father hates this side of you. If you want to keep being a singing Alpha, then make sure to excel in everything. If you can’t, then I think it is time to give up your passion for music and focus on more important things." Hearing this left me disappointed and wounded by the harsh reality. My father harbored a strong dislike for music, and I was well aware that my affinity for it made us clash. My passion for music made me stand out among other Alp

I’ll root around in all the shit and filth if it uncovers Skylar for Cyrus. The night drags on and before I know it everyone is pretty much hammered. “Shall we save the rest for tomorrow?” as a strange song struck up. First, a few giggling men started it before it took over the whole corridor. To the tune of That’s Amore, the old love song, it soon became an endlessly repeating circle, echoing grimly. When your Alpha’s a prick / Now he's missing his dick / That’s the bunker! And he's missing his tongue / Shame he’s missed by no-one / That’s the bunkerrrr!

It was a biased reaction but then it showed the power of the love between true mates ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You are you are, just one last time again You are you are, you are the trouble I'm in * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * (Instrumental Music) Suddenly out of nowhere, four more familiar Alpha wolves body rolled mid air and gracefully landed in front of the stage with mikes in their hands ! It was the remaining set of sextuplets !

“I swear my loyalty to you, Alpha Henry.” He smiled, the kind of smile that promised I’d just sealed my fate. I hope this is worth it, Kael. You have to live. As for me, I’ll deal with the consequences of my promise later.

He wasn’t like the rogues from before. He was… cleaner. Stronger. His eyes locked onto mine. And I felt it. Recognition. Not from me. From him. “Well,” he said, voice smooth, almost amused. “That was easier than expected.” Kael stepped forward, placing himself slightly in front of me. “State your name,” he said coldly. The man smiled. “Names are earned,” he replied. “And you haven’t earned mine yet, Alpha.” The insult hung in the air. Heavy.

I don't kick it as the rest. I don't break it. I leave it on the floor. And head to the cabinet. This time round, for a rum! I uncork it and repeat the process, gulping it in as if I have a death wish. Well, death is inevitable and even if I won't die today, I'll someday do. Being an Alpha doesn't make me immortal. Halfway through the drink, I start singing. Old school songs... Not reggae, not rap, not the blues... Incoherent mumbling in form of singing... then another gulp.

Daniel pulls out her chair like some damned knight. I take position just behind, eyes scanning for something else to distract my burning mind. And that’s when the air shifts again. The music fades down. The chatter dulls. Heads begin to turn toward the grand double doors at the far end of the hall, flanked by obsidian columns and silver-tipped spears. A deep, ancient horn sounds once. Twice. Then silence. The Alpha Prime has arrived. I can feel it before I see him. The weight of his presence rippling across the junior Alphas. Every wolf in the room seems to go a little stiller. Straighter. As if their instincts remember exactly who sits at the top of the food chain.

Thanks to the door that Vincenzo had broken down, anyone who passed could see what was happening inside and vice versa for me. A small scrape on my neck again drew me back to Vincenzo. "Let me mark you!" he said in a muffled voice after sometime but his words were more like a bomb that had been thrown into my otherwise peaceful life. I caught my breath, biting my lip to control myself before speaking up, "Alpha, did you forget who I am?" Deep down, I hoped for his reply to be something I'd love; something that'd make my heart sing for joy. Sadly, I had thought far too much into thinking about this.