Alpha Killian Novels & Stories

he growled and the warrior rushed forward at once as they pushed her up from the floor roughly and dragged her out. "Dad please don't do this, how am I meant to lead the pack without you!" Killian asked as he fell to his knees beside his father who was already sprawled on the floor. "You made the perfect choice today Killian, and I hope that you'll continue to do that as the alpha of this pack!" He whispered. "Remember, one filthy human doesn't qualify the rest of other humans!" He added and finally closed his eyes in death. And for the first time in all of Killian's twenty-one years of living tears slipped out of his eyes and slowly landed on his father's cheeks.

So here I am, in a luxury rooftop restaurant in my city in the middle of the night, waiting for the valued guests to arrive in their helicopters because airborne is the only safe way they deem to go in and out of my pack right now. A bunch of cowards. “Alpha Damon, are you not listening?! Do you not realize that you just committed a horrible crime?!” Supreme Alpha Killian grunts at me. He is old. Seventy-four, I think? Seriously, we need to give young powers a chance at the decisions of our world. He is not the worst among the dirty Alphas, but he is a coward. He would rather take his share and keep his eyes closed to Kayle’s dirty deals, just so he can keep h

“Don’t tell me. Are you two mates by chance’s mate? I am just a human, you se. “ That sudden masculine voice caused Serenity to be caught by surprise, and she jumped in her place. Placing her hand at her rapidly beating heart, she turned her head to find Jake leaning against the tree. He had his arms folded on his chest, and those eyes of his had playfulness written in them. This wasn’t good. She immediately found herself being alerted. Forcing a smile on her face, Serenity expressed, “That is ridiculous. How could I be the Alpha’s mate? I am just a human, you see.” “I clearly heard the Alpha call you his mate,” stated Jake, “and why can’t the Alpha have a human mate? The previous Alpha had

Alpha Killan's irritation was obvious as his fist made a resounding thud against the table. “Bullsh*t! I'm not joking! Our lives are at stake!" Killan's mind was clouded with frustration as they struggled to make sense of the situation at hand. Doubts crept in, causing them to question whether any of it truly mattered. "Excuse me, dear Alphas, my Alpha is absolutely right. The alliance between rogues and witches is a formidable force to be reckoned with. Not like we are doing now. You don't want to believe Alpha Killan, even though everything he says is true." The Alphas were struck by the profound impact that Beta Cato's response had on the conversation.

I rasped, looking down at my son. The boy—the firstborn by three minutes—was letting the world know he had arrived. His cry was strong, a demanding wail that vibrated in my bones. He had a tuft of golden fuzz on his head, and even though his eyes were squeezed shut, I knew they would be blue. He was heat. He was life. He was the Sun. "He's an Alpha," Killian said softly from the foot of the bed. He was shirtless, covered in sweat and blood, looking like a warrior who had just won the most important battle of his life.

Alpha killian! I am certain I knew that name, I looked round the room, the lights were flashing in my face, expectant eyes were on us. My suspicion was turning out to be real, I knew this scenery, Just as it was written, the mahogany door, the crest, Now it all made sense that…. “I, Alpha Killian of the Silverfang pack, reject Avri Lowell of the Golden Dawn pack.” Gasps rose in the air. Murmurs followed immediately from the audience.

kept me glued to the bed. A man stepped forward, looking tall and stern, with his long silver hair, which had been tied back, catching the moonlight that streamed through the window. His eyes were glacial blue, his aura sharp enough to freeze the air. I was suddenly feeling cold. It was Killian, the Eastern Alpha, the healer, scholar, and most mysterious among the cardinal Alphas. He approached me and began to unwrap a bandage around my wrist. “You heal slower than most,” he murmured without looking at me.

Dahlia’s P.O.V Of all the things I had expected to hear tonight, this was not one of them. My mouth parts slightly, my breath hitching as I blink at him, trying to process what just came out of his mouth. The Alpha King—Killian—is a virgin.

Alpha Killian stood outside my cell. He had discarded his formal Ascension cape, wearing only a tight, black combat shirt that strained against the massive, muscular contours of his chest and shoulders. He looked wild, untamed, and entirely consumed by rage. His breathing was heavy, his dark eyes fixed on me like a predator stalking trapped prey. "Leave us," Killian growled over his shoulder. "But Alpha," a guard's voice hesitated from the hallway, "she's a suspected spy—" "I said, leave us," Killian roared, a wave of raw Alpha command slamming through the corridor so violently that the heavy iron bars rattled.

He just stood there in the dim pre-dawn light, hands relaxed at his sides, looking like he’d strolled out for a morning run instead of walking through an Anchor blast that dropped trained operatives to their knees. Jordan’s breath was still ragged against my chest. “Killian… wait.” “No. I’m Alpha here,” I said, voice hard. “You just watched my mate nearly pass out pushing back an entire invasion force, and now you’re standing like none of it touched you. Start talking. Who the hell are you and what do you want?”