Alpha Reading Novels & Stories

insisted Lord Lucifus. Alpha Dior thought about what Lord Lucifus said and felt it was true. "I think he is telling the truth," said Alpha Dior seriously. "How can you say that?" asked Crema. "I am an Alpha. I also have the ability to read the mind and movements of a wolf," I answered. "Impossible. Only your mate can read," said Crema in disbelief. "Believe he is telling the truth," insisted Alpha Dior. "Can you prove to us that you are telling the truth?" asked Alpha Dior.

“I’m sorry if my comment had implied such Crinka, but you must know that I am saying the truth. The voice is fucking persistent” I press the blade closer. “Crinka step the fuck back!”, Ruarc barked. It’s a shame I don’t pay attention to dogs. “I’m not doing shit”. “Crinka!” There it is. The fierce authority I had hoped to see one day in an Icelander. Ruarc bore that fierce power that only alphas bore. In that twinge of a moment, I was dully reminded of my status before engaging with royalty. Nothing but an omega. Yet somehow, this nobody I am, this nobody I have become, refused to obey the alpha’s order and I had my reasons. Alphas didn’t squat for other Alphas. It didn’t matter if they had

I hissed in danger when I saw Alpha's familiar face had trapped me into this disgusting place, and now he was standing in front of me. The Alpha was named Alaric Damian. His tall and big body stood upright with his handsome face looking at me arrogantly. On his lips was embedded a big cigarette with smoke billowing in the air. Behind his body was a red-eyed wolf who looked at me with a hungry look. My body got goosebumps as Alpha Alaric grinned and pressed me down with Alpha's pheromone. My animal instincts were certainly so scared that the wolf in my body ran into the darkest corner.

she faltered, obviously scared I would use my Alpha order on her. An Alpha order is when an Alpha wolf can give an order and the wolf it is aimed at has no choice but to follow what is told or asked of them. So if she was asked to tell me she would automatically do it. I was a little offended she thought I would do that to her, but wanted her to know I wouldn’t. “I wouldn’t do that Indie, I just want to help, please tell me what you can” I explain.

She needed the identity of those Alphas. "You are right. The documents should be in father's study. Let's check them out." As soon as they got to the study, Godiva broke down in tears. She could feel her father's presence heavily because he spent a lot of time there. It wasn't long for Theresa to locate the documents. From the way they were kept in the drawer beside his desk, there was great importance attached to it from everything else. Godiva's last bit of hope began to dwindle when Theresa read the names; "Alpha Alonso, Alpha Storm, Alpha Bond, Alpha Brick, Alpha Caesar, Alpha Jax and Alpha Ice. They are just as fierce as their name sounds."

Moses stammered when he heard of the places the alpha was talking about " i...i..." "you what" alpha Justin said, i told you to make sure every where is secured, need i remind you that Sophia is the only child of my late brother, nothing must happen to her, if you fail to protect her and she so much as loose a strand from her hair, i will not only behead you, i will also behead every member of your family, including the infant" Alpha Justin looked at everyone there and continued talking " and that goes to every one here, your priority is to make sure Sophia is safe at all time, you must check her food and watch her every move, nothing must happen to her, is that understood" they all respond

A name echoes from the depths, not my own, a title spoken in whispers and screams by a thousand voices: The World-Ender. And beneath the title, a single, coherent memory slams into me with the force of a freight train. I’m standing over the ruins of a different city, a different Instance, my hands dripping with something that isn’t blood, looking at a man with familiar, wary eyes. Liam Reed. He’s saying my name—my real name—and his voice is the only anchor in a world coming apart. The memory vanishes as quickly as it came, leaving me gasping on my knees in the white nothingness. But it left something behind. A scent. Not ozone, but something wilder. Pine and frost and furious, untamed power.

Personal truth won Alphas. The first Alpha was a woman named Sable, young, pragmatic, leading a pack of ninety wolves whose eastern boundary sat within Thornfield's convergence range. She had been approached by Elder Voss's intermediary two days before Betty arrived. She had not committed. Betty sat with her in her packhouse and did not make a legal argument. She told her about Mara Rayne.

His mouth shifts, almost smiling, but there is no humor in it. “They got that part wrong.” “Because of you.” “Because of what I became.” Maya looks at the word on the page: Alpha. It has been sitting in front of her for two days, ugly and overdramatic, like something from a bad paperback with a shirtless man on the cover and a surprising amount of forestry. She had hoped it was metaphor. She is becoming extremely tired of metaphor being the coward’s exit. “What does Alpha mean?” she asks. Marcus lifts his eyes to hers.

“You two are.…” “You favour your father,” Gloria said quietly. “You look exactly like him.” “Hmm…how convenient...” Troy smirked. “So where is he? Daddy dearest…” He looked from Gloria to Jeremy. “He…he passed on,” Gloria said quietly. From the look on her son’s face, she could tell he wasn’t buying anything she was saying. “I’m being truthful. I’ll never lie to you.” After a short meaningful pause and a stern look that had Troy flushing with contrition, Gloria went on. “And that is Philip, our Alpha. An alpha is the head of a werewolf pack.”