Alpha King Gareth Novels & Stories

And laws could cut deeper than teeth. When I arrived, the elders were already seated in a wide stone circle. Lady Margaret sat at the center, her silver staff resting against her knee. Her face was calm. And then I saw him. Garrett. He stood across the hall, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair pulled back in a warrior’s tie. His eyes were hard. Cold. Maya’s brother. Alpha Garrett of Silver Creek Pack. My chest tightened. Not long ago, Garrett took the Alpha crown and chose distance over family.

For a moment, he looks as though he's about to turn around and disappear in the direction he came from. Gareth recognizes him as one of the Gammas who works for the royal household. "Gamma Hastings, is that right?" he calls. The male hesitates before approaching. "Hello, Alpha Gareth. Alpha Caden." "Hello," Gareth replies, watching him carefully. ♡♡♡♡ Caden POV

I drift toward the edge of the reception area near the lake, champagne in hand, trying to breathe through the discomfort of too many memories, too many questions in familiar eyes. Wolves in designer suits and couture gowns cluster in groups, their laughter bright and effortless. I catch fragments of conversation—mergers, territory expansions, and whispers about the new Alpha King being in attendance. His coronation photos circulated through every pack territory just months ago—ruthless, cold, powerful. The kind of Alpha who commands respect through presence alone. The crowd shifts, and that's when I feel it—a pull, sharp and undeniable. I look up. Across the reception area, through the clust

"I imagine you have questions." Alpha Roderick—the man whose mate had died at the auction, who had nearly killed me in his grief—spoke next. His face was gaunt, his eyes hollow, but there was a sharpness there that hadn't been present the last time we'd met. "The word is that you've lifted your father's banishment. Is that true?" "It is." A ripple ran through the group. Some faces relaxed; others grew tighter. Alpha Gareth of the Silver Creek Pack stepped forward, his smile strained. "I'm sure you had good reason, Alpha King. Your father is... a complicated figure."

“But I need to borrow my daughter.” “Oh,” the Alpha King said, looking surprisingly annoyed. It genuinely confused me. I was expecting smugness from him, he’d been parading Anastasia around like some prized pet after all, yapping endlessly about her stupid experiments. “Gentlemen,” he continued stiffly, gesturing toward us, “this is my in-law and my first daughter-in-law.” We tipped our heads politely. The men returned the gesture. Grey didn’t even look at us. “I guess we’re done here,” the Alpha with almost the same hair colour as the blonde nerdy looking loser beside him said.

"He once saved my daughter. I will never forget that." A Beta from the east, clad in a long robe, knelt respectfully and placed his flowers gently. “Farewell, Alpha who never compromised his principles.” A sense of regret emerged. Alpha Gareth was a wise Alpha who could protect all pack members until prosperity came to us. Despite his son having a character vastly different from his own. “Forgive me, Alpha Gareth,” I murmured. I stood far behind, watching everything. Father was still beside Kaelen, standing firm like an old wall that had always been there. But I began to feel suffocated. Funerals were always places that weighed heavily on the heart and mind.

Gareth paused when he saw the Alpha King. “Come and sit,” I told him. He sat in the chair near the door. I pulled one across from him and leaned forward with my elbows on my knees. "You told me once about a friend who died," I said. "He had marks on his skin. Dark marks that spread. You said he lost his connection with his wolf.” Gareth's face changed at that. The grief that came onto it was of someone who was remembering a painful memory that had been long buried. "Yes," he said quietly.

His voice dropped, losing all humor and becoming conspiratorial low enough that only I could hear it over the frantic hammering of my own pulse. “We’re on the same team, Boyce,” he murmured. “You and me. Both tired of carrying dead weight. Both seeing how weak the so-called ‘Alpha King’ truly is… how his sickness makes him a puppet for that ice-queen.” Gareth’s gaze locked onto mine so intense, demanding. “So tell me… how much do you hate your alpha king?”

"Who exactly are you? And why are highly trained killers trying to eliminate you?" "That is none of your concern," I replied evenly, refusing to step back. "As you said, I am just a widow. My problems are my own. You have done your part. You can leave now." A muscle feathered in Alexander's jaw. His red eyes flicked down to my lips before snapping back up to my eyes, burning with frustration. "I am the future Alpha King," he whispered coldly, leaning in until his breath brushed against my cheek. "Everything in this territory is my concern. Including you, and those three pups."

“He admitted the betrayal himself, knowing exactly what would happen if he were discovered.” Kael remained silent as every person in the room turned toward him. Gareth then asked, “After everything Ava did to Bethany, you still chose to protect her?” Kael’s jaw shifted. “I know what happened to Bethany.” “And you still did it?” “Yes.” Gareth didn’t question him again. He faced the gathered nobles and declared, “Kael is stripped of his title as Alpha Prince. His military command is revoked, and he will no longer serve on the war council.”