Alpha King Gareth Novels & Stories

Two days later, Alpha was in the office, between the mess he had made. Then, slowly, he picked up the phone, which escaped his rage. He dialed the number left to him by Marcus. Vampire King picked up after a while. - Your Mighesty, this is Alpha William. I am going to help you. Please tell me more about your plan. The day after the funeral, Katherine was still thinking about her conversation with Greg. She was still stunned by what the young prince discovered.

Unable to comprehend what we had seen in front of us, my brother took a step behind. His voice was full of doubt and concern as he murmured, "F-father." His right upper lip was quivering. The werewolf shifted his attention to my brother. Our gazes briefly met before shifting to my brother. The eyes made it clear that it was him…our father. Although the body and hair we are seeing do not resemble our father's, the eyes reveal otherwise. Gasps filled my ears. I have nearly forgotten that we are in a life-and-death situation right now.

The other servants, mostly Alphas and Betas, enjoyed their little jabs, their casual cruelties. “Heard the Prince is turning thirty-one,” a Beta named Gareth said, sidling up beside me. He reeked of sweat and arrogance, a typical Alpha wannabe. “Still unmated. Pathetic, isn’t it? A Prince without an heir. Makes you wonder if he’s even a real Alpha.” I kept my head down, focusing on the carrots. "I wouldn't know," I muttered, my voice barely a whisper.

I let out a breath, “it’s just that my magic feels kind of weak. I am sure It’s nothing. It’ll power up soon.” I only said the last part to put his worries at rest. I knew very well that that wasn’t normal. At all. “All hail the Alpha King! All hail the Alpha King!” Echoes from inside suddenly bursted through. Damn. I had missed the moment he was coronated. “We need to get inside now,” I quickly told Gideon as I rushed into the hall. On the alter stood the new northern Alpha King. Alpha King Axel. With the shimmering crown on his head.

It slipped off my mind that wolves make everyone know who's in control before doing anything. Stupid creatures. "But-" I'm about to comment but I abruptly stop. Werewolves have a very good sense of hearing. "Good." The Alpha says before he stops radiating power. "These two here are Beta Nathaniel and Gamma Alexander." The Beta has blonde hair while the Gamma is a redhead. "Now straight to the topic. I want everyone who plans to drop out of college as soon as it ends, with no plans for an university, to raise their hands." A couple hands shoot up, including Alara's.

I answer, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. “Anyone of my brothers can do that. There’s Preston and” I throw him a look, and that shuts him up the entire time I dress up and through the ride to Withall. The ball has just begun by the time we arrive, and I see Alpha Gordon, a young, handsome man in his mid-twenties, standing with a certain Raven-haired beauty. Killian leans in and whispers. “That is the lady whom he recently engaged. Jennifer Archard. Her father is the Lycan king’s beta.”

Elder Samuel jumps off his seat, striding to the blinking figure that walked in. Alpha Rowan, the name actually rings a bell, because he is the Alpha of the Vilecrest pack, the closest to ours. He was rumored to have done really terrible things like treating people like trash, having unnecessary raids on small packs, bragging about his pack, and whatnot and he's literally the worst face to see on the news. Never in my years of living did I imagine meeting this freak, let alone sitting next to him, because apparently the last seat remaining is for him.

Each clap of thunder made her jump, a small, choked sob escaping her lips. She looked so small, so fragile, so utterly consumed by her fear. The sight did something strange to the ice around his heart. It didn't melt, not exactly. But it...cracked. A little more. He stalked towards them, his presence silencing even the howl of the wind for a moment. Gareth snapped to attention, his face paling when he saw the Alpha King's thunderous expression. "Alpha," Gareth began, "Storm. Frightened......"

I opened the door and my heart tripped over itself. Jace. We stood there, locked in a silence so thick it felt like the air itself had stopped moving. When he finally spoke, his voice trembled. “Leah… I’ve been looking for you for so long.” This proud Alpha King was blinking back tears. He stepped forward like he meant to hold me, and I instinctively backed away. His smile faltered, and he took a step back too. “Sorry. I just... got carried away.” Out of courtesy, I let him in.

One by one, every lord, warrior, and servant in the Great Hall sank to one knee, yielding to the Alpha King's absolute command. My skin was burning where Varek touched me. A wild, intoxicating rush of safety and satisfaction flooded my chest—the primal part of my wolf purring at the public claim, at the sheer violent devotion radiating from the male at my side. He protected me, I thought, my chest heaving as I looked up at his sharp, dark profile. But as the court began to rise and disperse in muted hushes, the euphoric fog in my mind began to clear. A cold, quiet truth settled over the warmth in my blood.