Alpha Nicholas Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You should have thought of that before you had anything to do with her!" The head elder seated at the helm of the gathering cleared his throat and they fell silent. "ALPHA Nikolai," the words came off his cracked wooden voice cynically. "You're not fit to lead this pack." He said without remorse. "We've been told of how you continually left the pack to go after a wolfless omega, putting the entire pack in danger!" "She's a deserter! And we punish deserters!" I pointed out, my patience thinning out with their endless rantings.

“Take it like a good little slut.” He reached down, twisting her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. “Tomorrow, you’ll have your first test. You’re going to help me destroy Noah.” Sarah’s vision blurred as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. She was close. Too close. “I’m Alpha King and I will have my throne” Sullivan continued, his voice a dark promise, “you’ll be my Luna.” That was all it took. Sarah came with a sharp cry, her body locking around Marcus as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Marcus groaned, his pace stuttering as he followed her over the edge, spilling inside her.

He is 25 years of age. Nicholas is a redhead with deep green eyes. He is the youngest of us all, 22 years old. And of course we treat him like the baby of the group just to piss him off. He is actually the CEO of Hemsworth Corps. He took over from his father when he got sick two years ago. However, when his father was well enough to continue running the business he realized that Nicholas was already doing such a good job so he gave him the company.

I pick up the drink she put in front of me and take a sip. -------- NICOLAS… My name is Alpha Nicolas Nightmoon of the Romulus Guardian pack protectors of the Werewolf Royal Family. I am 30 years old and stand at 7 feet with a stocky and firm build. I have short black hair and green eyes that turn amber-gold when my wolf Raoul is present. I was one of the youngest males to take over such a large and important pack. I am said to be cruel, brutal, vicious, savage, unmerciful, heartless, cold-hearted and ruthless, as well as many others, which I do not deny. I run my pack as I run my business strictly and to the letter. No one can get close to me without feeling my wrath and I always get what I

“So all of this for what? Just so he can ensure the Lycan race continues? What does he get out of that?” Wes sighed, as though the answer was obvious. “Anthony has always been perfect, has always strove to be the biggest and the best. He never told me what he wanted exactly, but I know him and I know how his brain works. He wants to create a Lycan pack that will dominate the werewolves, and he wants to be Alpha.”

And those who decided to help, demanded something; that I sleep with them. I was running out of options. And there was only one name left on my list. Nicholas Montgomery. Founder and CEO of NeuraCorp, a leading tech empire specialized in advanced AI systems and biomedical technologies. Nicholas Montgomery, the richest man in North-Virexia. At just the age of 22, with strong resilience and determination, he founded NeuraCorp and in just 10 years, turned it into the top leading tech empire in the entire world.

"But do you know who Alicia's adoptive parents are? They are the founders of the Alpha Foundation, the largest investment company in the main cities of England." "England?" Nicholas raised one eyebrow, as if remembering something. "Do Alicia's parents have business in New York?" "Our team is still investigating that. We haven't finished with Alicia's parents' background yet, you should be shot. Masked man, let's mark this," Noel wrote the masked man on the board like a teacher giving material to his students. "You saw him, what do you think... how would you describe him?" Nicholas frowned, he seemed to be remembering again. His memories returned to the past. The incident that happened to him

He definitely had enough life to walk and it was even easier for me because he could not even see me because of not enough light around. –--- ~ FLASHBACK ~ –---- He staggered towards his car and I cut him off as Thunder on the empty highway on his way home. Now even if someone saw me, it would be very difficult for them to know that I am Nicholas, a well-known professor at Silver Valley High. And now it was going to be even more fun to torture him. Seeing me — Thunder — he started backing his car out of fear, but when I climbed on his car and started hitting his roof, he tried to run away like an uncontrollable rat out of fear.

I'm incredibly close to my family and having my mate fit right in would be the icing on the cake for me. “Hell, I wish I knew. Does anyone even know who this guy is?” Nick asks as he runs his hand through his head. The room goes quiet but then my mate's soft voice breaks through the silence and her answer throws me through a loop. "Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is."

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.