Alpha Killian Novels & Stories

Alpha Killian called a pack meeting. There was a lot that needed to be explained. Though rumours painted Alpha Killian to be ruthless and cruel, he was an understanding and patient Alpha to his pack; Maddox, his Beta and best friend since diapers, Garrett the Gamma, and Treena Killian's baby sister all helped run the pack. Alpha Killian stands in front of most of the adult pack members who lived primarily on pack territory a lot lived in the city to work or attend school. He stands tall and confident, not letting his voice waiver even with the drama and lack of sleep in the last 48 hours.

Alpha Markus stands near the boundary, flanked by two of his shadow-clad assassins who keep their hands resting lightly on the hilt of their blades. "WOW," Hank drawls with a smirk as he takes in the sight of my bare, blood-spattered chest stepping out of the vehicle. "Did I happen to show up at a bad time, Alpha Xander?" "No. State your business, Markus. What do you want?" "The Council has granted me full permission to eliminate your uncle once and for all and I came to tell you as a courtesy." He says. “I apologize in advance for your future loss, I know how deeply you all care for him…..especially you, Lana," he grins, stepping forward and taking my sister's hand in his.

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

Alpha Killian said, making me raise an eyebrow. “He has killed, separated, and burnt down more than one pack, and even his own mate admitted it” Ezio said, stepping forward, standing beside Cassandra who kept her eyes fixed on Killian “but judging by the fact that he was benefitting you by getting rid of us Lycans, you never stopped him, enjoying the money you got and strength that came with it” Alpha Killian growled in response, frowning when he saw that the Lycans stepped forward, standing to their cause, revealing their canines. The normal wolves could do nothing but submit at this moment, harming any of us would be a crime t

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.

Alpha Killian greeted with open arms as I entered. Alpha Killian has been the jovial type from the start, always ebullient and in high spirits. I have not once seen that man worried over something. Even if he is, it’s never on his face. I like that about him. But make no mistake because underneath that cheerful smile and lively eyes, lies his demon. A rather callous one. It’s always best to stay on his good side. “Alpha Killian, it’s been a while,” we hugged and then I thought of remarking him, “You look older,”

He swore revenge on Fredrick and would one day make himself alpha if he had to. Killian grew up in the Green Marsh pack. A good size pack of country wolves with acres of farmland. He worked the land and got along with everyone in the pack. He was raised by an alpha and it started to show. When Killian turned twelve, he was trained as a soldier. With his build, anger, and determination, Alpha Jones thought it best and Killian used it as an outlet for his aggression. For a time, it worked until no one was an equal match for him. Alpha Jones just hoped that he hadn’t made a mistake in training him as such.

I would never mate with Adrian, and I wouldn’t get killed for the second time. I reached the garden, the walls covered with cascading flowers. Without hesitation, I climbed the wall. Looking down at the height in my heels, my legs trembled slightly. I took a deep breath, and just as I glanced down, I froze. Killian Castillo. Alpha heir to the Northern Pack, the most powerful pack in Mexican City. Son of the Alpha King himself. Rumored to be more ruthless than his father… cruel, merciless, and absolutely untouchable. A man who commanded entire packs with a single glance and crushed rival alphas without hesitation. His reputation was built on fear and dominance, whispered about in pack meeting

Alpha Killan took a deep breath, and with a not-loud, not-low voice, he turned to face the quivering Alina in his arms and then said: "She has done it; I agree, but I am also sure she did it in self-defense. I know Alina better than anyone, and she will never do such a thing. So, my people, there is no need for you to harbor hatred towards your Luna because, as I have told you, she did it as self-defense, right Luna Alina?" He asked despite Elder Peter's telling him everything, causing everyone to gasp in shock. What kind of Alpha ignores the truth even when it's brought to light? Alpha Killan ignored people's gasps, docked his head to Alina's level, and kissed her forehead.

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.