Alpha Pawn & Jewelry Novels & Stories

If any of the guests were clever, they would have gotten the Alpha King’s hint that Milla’s bracelet couldn't be compared to mine. The Peach Blossom Jewelry was the most exclusive jewelry company. It catered only to those who could spend at least ten million dollars for their smallest pieces. They only produced one piece for each of their designs. Thus it was the perfect jewelry company for the rich who wanted to own one-of-a-kind pieces. I laughed and said mischievousness, “You have good taste, Alpha Odair.” The Alpha King seemed to have a good sense of humor and was easy to get along with. At least at this moment when he was defending me.

Alphose hated being the bearer of bad news, but he had no choice. Silence descended after his report. He can see the wheels turning in the head of the Alpha King even without the drumming of his fingers rhythmically on the arm of his throne. Time passed. The Alpha King couldn't sit any longer, so he rose from his chair and began pacing in slow steady steps. Even such simple unconscious movement portrayed a lethal predatory action. He toyed with the huge diamond ring on his middle finger. The ring has two golden pearls like a crown attached to it. Always outstanding and sparkled most times, it's also very precious to Wolfariane.

This was a side of him the Pack rarely saw—the protective, nurturing wolf beneath the fierce Alpha exterior. As the afternoon wore on, even Alexander's seemingly limitless patience began to wane under the assault of crowded stores and endless decisions about clothes, toys, and room decorations. "One last stop," he announced as we approached a jewelry store. "I want to get something special for the girls." Inside, he selected two delicate silver bracelets, each with a small charm—a moon for Aria and a star for Thea. "These are special," he explained, kneeling before them. "They mark you as protected by the Alpha. Anyone who sees these will know you belong to the Blackwood Pack."

Rather excitedly, he picked up something I couldn't yet see and straightened. Piper let out a gasp as she reached out to touch the thinnest gold chain I had ever seen in my life. No wonder we had almost missed it. Quite childishly, the beta raised the chain above her reach and then gave it to me when she had turned away from him in annoyance. I examined the 24K jewellery and took a sniff. It was certainly the Alpha’s. “It looks like something a female would wear, right?” Piper queried, moving closer to get a better look.

Despite everything - the photo, the injuries, the constant presence of Astrid - my traitorous heart still skipped when he looked at me like this, like I was his whole world. "Another apology gift?" I tried to keep my tone light, though the bandage on my forehead from yesterday's incident still stung. His fingers tightened slightly on my waist. "Not an apology. A reminder." He stopped in front of David's Jewelry, the pack's finest artisan shop. "A reminder of who we are together." The bell chimed softly as we entered. David, an elderly wolf with clever hands and kind eyes, looked up from his workbench. "Alpha, Luna! I have it ready."

I opened it to see a necklace that sparkled. “This – Isn’t this too expensive?” I muttered, closing the lid of the box. When I raised my head to see what store we were in, my throat dried. Al Shandy. The famed jewellery dealer. “It is.” The lady giggled. “So you should get it.” She winked and brought another box. “When His Highness – I mean, I am uncertain Killian would appreciate me spending so extravagantly.” “Why not? You are his mate and he is the Alpha Prince. Don’t you know men like to decorate their women? It makes them feel proud,” the store owner said, her assistants nodding behind her.

He approached her as she lay on the ground, trying to process the impact of her fall. “Get up,” Alpha Haden said, extending his hand to help her. Gently grasping her hand, he lifted her, noticing the ruffled and dusty state of her dress. He began to brush off the dust from her dress by repeatedly beating it with his palm. Taking note of the quality of the fabric, he couldn't help but notice its richness. The fabric felt as though every thread used in its making was carefully selected and intertwined with each other. “She exudes elegance. She is the one I should be with,” he thought to himself.

And he's staring right back at me. He's seated, but even that is not enough to disguise his height. Unlike the rest of his pack who are on the paler side, he's tan. Even his hair is a darker blonde, a perfect honey shade with golden streaks that I've never seen before. He sports a trim stubble over a strong, square chin and I think his eyes are green at first till he blinks and they seem to shift color again. I'll conclude on hazel. He's dressed in a black dress shirt that's buttoned all the way up his chest. I've heard stories about Draaven Ventura the Valiant, 1st of his name and the great alpha of the Silver Glow pack. What I never heard was that he is the most beautiful man alive….and he

They practically screamed Alexander. I picked one up, admiring the craftsmanship. The swooping arcs of silver thread played perfectly against the dark fabric. The detail was exquisite, suitable for an Alpha heir. "He’d look powerful in this," I whispered to myself, imagining the steadiness in his stride and how the silver embroidery would enhance his amber eyes. I ended up selecting three shirts, each with distinct silver designs, and brought them to the counter. The shopkeeper, a young wolf with an eager smile, wrapped them carefully while sneaking curious glances at me.

He smirked and turned the corner, walking towards his bedroom. Waverly couldn't believe what she had just heard. He gave Christopher the Alpha ring? An Alpha's ring was one of their most prized possessions, as it represented all of the courage and strength of the previous leaders and was an heirloom passed down through generations. No Alpha would ever consider giving their ring, especially placing it up for a bet, even to their Beta.