روايات وقصص ضمن Alpha King Gareth

Nadine's body fell to the ground, her blood a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving floor. She died lonely in what should have been the best years of her life, filled with happiness. *** In the heart of Oakhaven, tension crackled like a live wire. Ethan, the new Alpha of Oakhaven, stood defiantly, his gaze hard and unyielding. Around him, his gang members, along with some betas and omegas—a formidable group of 20—faced off against four of the Special Elite Agents. "I want you, as the Oakhaven Alpha, to accept the dark king as the Alpha king," the team leader demanded, his voice cutting through the tense air like a knife.

Any five-year-old child would have done the same, and I couldn’t blame him for wanting to stay by my side. “It’s such a blessing that Prince Marco has recovered so quickly, Your Majesty,” Gareth spoke up. “It’s all thanks to your healer,” I remarked as I turned my attention to him. “She’s quite remarkable, isn’t she?” Gareth’s cheeks darkened slightly, but he simply nodded his head. “Indeed, she is.” He appeared slightly awkward at the mention of Cassandra, and part of me wondered if it was because I was taking her with me to Anemond. “I haven’t seen your eldest son, Alpha,” I mused. “Where is he? Is he still unhappy with my decision to bring the healer with me?”

He fixed his gaze on the boss, who was now kneeling, looking utterly defeated. "Allow me to introduce myself," Alfred began, his voice steady and clear. "My name is Alfred, Alfred Vanderwood." “I’m the new Alpha King.”

"Sir, I assure you, my pack is well-disciplined. She’s just nervous around power." ​ Kael finally turned his silver gaze onto Gareth. "Nervous? Or injured?" ​ The color drained from Gareth’s face. The kitchen staff, who had been silently peeling vegetables in the corner, seemed to stop breathing entirely. ​ "Injured? Impossible! We don't tolerate injury or inefficiency, Alpha. She's simply clumsy."

“No, I haven’t, but you need to rest and allow Gareth to go fetch the Alpha for you.” “But he has been on that all day,” I stressed, frowning. Just then, the door swung open, revealing Gareth. The frown on my face was instantly replaced with a warm smile. “Finally,” Miriam said with relief, also smiling. But seeing he was alone, our smiles faded. “Where is Alpha Kael?” I asked impatiently. “He’s…busy,” Gareth said flatly. “He asked me to escort you back to your room and that he would come check in on you once he is done with what he is working on.”

Their eyes flickered from Gareth to me, then back again, suspicion clear on their faces. “They’re looking at me like I’m some intruder,” Gareth remarked lightly, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned their faces. I glanced at him, my breath catching in my throat. His resemblance to Adrian was undeniable now, the strong jawline, the piercing eyes, the same posture that screamed quiet authority. “The Alpha has a brother?” I whispered, the words tasting foreign on my tongue. Gareth’s jaw tightened, his smile fading for a moment. “He didn’t exactly advertise it,” he muttered, bitterness flickering across his face before he forced the smirk back in place. “I’m back, and they better get use

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

Beside me, the two massive stone gargoyles that had stood guard for centuries seemed to lean in, as if listening to the new world breathing. ​"You're brooding again," a voice rumbled. ​Kaelen stepped out from the shadows, fully dressed in his Alpha regalia—black leather and silver accents that bore the sigil of the unified packs. He looked every bit the King, though his eyes softened the moment they landed on me. He slid his arms around my waist, pulling me back against his chest.

They have to since they’re second in command. “My name is Jareth,” he says. “General beta of all Eboncrest and second in command.” Just as I thought. “If you have a problem and cannot reach the king, you come to me,” he continues. “If you cannot reach me, then you go to Khaisha.” I turn toward her, but she looks away, suddenly uncomfortable. “She is the gamma,” Jareth adds. “Third in command.” My heart stutters. She’s the king’s gamma? The same gamma this entire celebration is being held for?

But I could see he was hesitating to answer me in front of his advisor. Angel: It's okay, you can talk to me in my head. Alexander: I'm not a knight, Angel, it's just a disguise. Angel: A cover? Alexander: Yes, I'm the heir to the throne, Prince Alpha. Angel: What? Alexander: I'm the future king, my angel, and you are my queen. Angel: I'm going to faint. Carl: Hey you two, is it possible for me to join your conversation? I looked at the man and sighed.