Alpha Male Double Nyt Novels & Stories

I’m wearing a dark navy shirt and black jeans. Some Alpha’s, like Alpha Austin from Greenway, don't do anything unless they’ve got a kilo of gold around their neck to make sure everyone knows who they are. It’s not like that here. It’s too fucking hot for a start, plus your pack should know who you are, not your ego.

Ava’s power prickled beneath her skin, reacting instinctively to the foreign energy around her. They entered the war hall—a circular chamber crowned with a dome of stained glass. The floor was polished dark wood, the walls lined with maps, weapon racks, and banners bearing the East Pack crest: a silver wolf with eyes like fire. And in the center stood Alpha Rhian. He was older than Ashton, but no less commanding. His silver-streaked hair was pulled back into a knot, and his eyes were piercing and strange—like moonlight through smoke. His presence quieted the room the moment they stepped inside.

“We still have one more lady left. Who do we pair her with?” “There’s no space left. She’s from what department?” “Marketing.” “Then what do we do?” There was a long pause before one of them finally spoke. “The Alpha’s suite has two rooms.” Finally! “She could stay in one of the rooms.” She? No way! “Are you sure the Alpha is going to agree to that? What if he wants his privacy or something?” “But that’s the only other option, and right now there’s no other available rooms. He’ll have to understand, he can possibly use both rooms at the same time.”

I moved quickly, reaching out through the link. “Jay, it’s time. Make arrangements with Nick’s superior. I want him, his family, and Mirabella on the next flight to Alaska. He’ll do what I say—or we’ll handle it our way.” Jay’s response came immediately. “Understood, Alpha. But Enola’s refusing to leave without causing trouble.” My wolf snarled. “Then she’ll learn her place. I’m on my way.”

They both had deep brown hair, sharp jaws and a perfectly sculptured face but while one of them had captivating grey eyes that looked like you could drown in them, the other had icy baby blue orbs and they were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. "Alphas," Dylan began, even he was terrified by their intimidating presence because his voice trembled. "Thank you for honoring our invite. The traitor is ready for execution." The Twin Alpha with captivating grey eyes did not even look at Dylan, instead he had his eyes locked on me, his gaze following the blood that dripped down my forehead. "So," He said, his voice was a rich, dark bass that matched the commanding presence he held. "This is th

He was looking up at the large building and with his enhanced hearing, he caught the sound of Silver growling gently. "Do you think we should have approached her earlier Zane?" Onyx asked. "I don't think so Onyx." Zane got out of the car and leaned on the door with his hands in his pockets. "She isn't just any type of Alpha Onyx. She's a female alpha, the very first female alpha to exist. She's dominant, brutal and I don't think she would want any alpha by her unless she wants a beta." Onyx rolled his eyes before keeping quiet looking at what Zane would do next.

She allowed her finger to trace the letters of Nicholas Wuffa, an outline of a moon with a crescent moon engraved within it. Nicholas Wuffa was the first Alpha. The Alpha that survived the genocide of their kind. Below his name was Matilda Columbine, the symbol of the moon before her name had the opposite of Nicholas' chiselled out, signifying that she was his mate – the Alpha Female. The symbol together created a full moon. Alissa mused at the romanticism as she inspected other plaques.

He was a monster, and a cruel and abusive one at that. I grabbed the ringing phone from inside my purse and cut their call. I was about to block the number when headline news popped up on my phone. It said, “The alpha is getting married.” As the title. I entered the news and clicked it. The image I saw shocked me to my bones and made my body vibrate in horror. I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was all fucking surreal. It was—it was a picture of Zane and a redhead woman, and they were both wearing expensive clothing and standing side by side with his hands on her waist. And Zane was not only being addressed as the alpha of the Stormchaser pack, but he was also being called Dante.

“Jasper, we can't choose Luther as the Alpha King. He's literally a walking red flag. Scarlet might die!” Jasper ignored her. His eyes were on mine. “By tradition, Luther is meant to be the next Alpha King. And nothing will stop him, not even you, Scarlet,” Jasper leaned forward, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips were set. “Are you in or are you out?” I fisted my hands at my sides. “I'm all in.” I felt like a chicken being led to the slaughter house but instead of fighting for freedom, I volunteered my death.

--- I clenched my fists, struggling to keep my composure. "You’re sure?" I asked, my voice tight. "I’m sure," the Alpha said, his tone final. Jake let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Great. Back to square one." --- As the Alpha turned to leave, I couldn’t help but feel a gnawing sense of defeat. But something about his demeanor, the way he avoided meeting my eyes, made me hesitate. "You’re hiding something," I said suddenly, my voice cutting through the tension.