Alpha Phi Alpha License Plate Novels & Stories

Elder Cass voted for recognition with the particular weight of sixty years behind it. The seven-vote bloc voted against. Eleven to seven. "The motion carries," Elder Dorian said. "The High Inter-Pack Council formally recognizes Alpha Betty Harn of Thornfield Pack as an independent Alpha under full High Accord standing. No classification attachments. No oversight provisions. No registry requirements." He paused. Something moved in his face that was not quite official and was perhaps, underneath twenty-three years of procedural precision, something that might have been respected. "The record will reflect that this recognition is extended without condition."

"Is it really that hard for you to just sign your name?" Adrian Westwood asked, glancing at his watch, his voice laced with impatience. I kept my eyes down, letting my thoughts drift as I stared down at the Luna registration form from Arlanta. In the southern packs, every Luna had to sign the registration form and send it to the Alpha King. It was both a tradition and an honor. In my previous life, I'd signed my name so excitedly, then jumped up to hug Adrian, unable to hide my joy.

I shouted my mate once again! "I'm sorry alphas" he said not looking sorry at all "but this meeting is useless, and I see no point on bickering on something that can be solved within seconds, papa and daddy I love David and I'm leaving with him as my mate and as his mate as the council law explains I already own everything he owns, and as the current alpha, I call for both packs to combine by the end of the week, their territory is big enough, and they have resources that will benefit all of us, and we have experience to benefit their warriors so any objections and I'm his Luna, so I own half of everything he owns and his ass?

When Alpha Caprius smiles and extends his hand, I almost stop breathing. “Yes, sir.” I manage to whisper and give him my right hand. The Alpha’s hand feel warm and large when he twists my hand to reveal my wrist. “Alpha Caprius Strigon, 10th Alpha of pack Strigon, hereby grant this wolf my blessing to leave the boundary.” I wince in pain when the Alpha dug his nail into my wrist, drawing out blood as soon as he removes it. As blood pours out, it begins to seep into the skin around my wrist, forming a circular red tattoo.

The last thing any of them wanted was all of the guards from the entire property pouring down on them at once. Once Alpha Harding was dead power would immediately be transferred to Luca. He would become the reigning Alpha in the region and the title should pass to him. The warriors in the area should immediately recognize him as their leader and the fighting should end. The key word in all of this, of course, was should. Dani had felt wary when she was going over all the plans with Kent, Waylon, and Michael on the car ride there. She just felt like so much could go wrong with "should."

Chapter 15: Two Moons Entwined Chris read through the result slip a couple of times, thinking he had mistaken the word “Alpha” as “Omega”. Nevertheless, no matter how many times he read it, the word “Alpha” was clearly stated there. For whatever unknown reasons, Chris was not satisfied with the result and he was denying the fact Nathan was an Alpha. Before this, he was certain his best friend was an Alpha and he did not mind it. However, after talking to his mother and listening to her thoroughly, Nathan’s description fitted more to be an Omega rather than an Alpha. Nonetheless, a heavy-seed Omega — the rarest of the rare.

The sounds of laughter and mingling of the guests filled the hallway as we passed the dining hall, making our way to the Alpha office. We reached the large double doors faster than I had time to prepare myself. With a quick knock, Laura didn't wait for an answer before pushing them open, leading me into the giant office. Alpha Carter loved to make a statement. His desk sat before two large bay windows that looked out towards the water. His desk was made of oak, and he claimed it came from a place called Gardenia. A place I had never heard of before coming here.

The faint scent of old parchment and ink mixed with something darker—failure, frustration. I stepped inside, my bare feet silent against the wooden floor. My eyes scanned the boards, drawn to the intricate web of strings connecting faces I recognized. One board depicted the Clans, with each represented by a different color. The Kancary Clan. The Mastrodisty Clan. But it was another board that caught my attention. It was filled with photographs of Alpha leaders. Among them was a picture of Rosco, pinned next to an image with a black X slashed across it. My chest tightened as I recognized faces from the Alpha meeting I’d attended.

“We’ll start there. But one thing that’s a fact is that we cannot hide any longer. We’re not helping, we’re not solving anything and that makes us pathetic alphas. Alphas. Plural. We’re supposed to be twice as strong.” “Yes, okay,” I nod, inspired by his eagerness. “It’s time to prove to ourselves and our pack that we’re worthy of the title.”

"Don't say it out loud yet, not until I know more." He nodded and he left. I stood alone in the room and I turned it over. Petra. Her jaw already set before Ryan had opened his mouth. Her hand already moving to write things down. He took your Beta, Ryan. What else would he want? The question that sounded like impatience but could just as easily have been redirection. My phone buzzed on the bed. It was from an unknown number with one message. You should know what your Alpha is willing to trade for his Beta.