Alpha Santa Novels & Stories

She coughed, trying to clear the copper fluid pooling in her throat, but the motion sent a spark of white-hot agony through her skull. “Thanks, jackass,” Santa whispered. In reality, the words came out sharp and defiant, fueled by a year’s worth of stored-up rage. The laughter died instantly. Anol, the leader—a boy who smelled of cheap cologne and the rot of unearned power—moved with practiced, casual violence. He didn't wind up; he simply drove a fist deep into Santa’s stomach, just below her ribs.

How far can the bastard have gone? Then, I see him again, tall against the crowd. He emerges from the next door along from Antonio's, a small hair-salon-cum-barber-shop. Shoving something into his pocket, he turns my way... The clothing store? It appears Santa Claus is doing his rounds, collecting his gifts from all the little boys and girls on his list, regardless of whether they're naughty or nice. Hastily, I move on, cross the street to merge with the hubbub of people, then double-back on myself to wait, watching the store entrance as he enters, strolling in as though he owns the fucking place.

Satanika takes the syrup, stands and pours the syrup from his neck to his dick which spills to his legs. Satanika and Adrastos started to lick Liam as his legs weakens. He melted into their sucking as he cock aches for relief. Satanika moans loudly and heads for his cock. "Gosh you taste so good. I can't wait for you to fill me." She said breathlessly as she took off her skirt and then her bra. She went to his dick as Adrastos played with his nipples and bit his ears. She used her tongue to lick the slit of his ten inches dick.

“Oh, yes. I’m Alpha Abigail Winters, this is my Beta, Wyatt Winters and we are from the Lunar Snow pack, in Lowell, Vermont.” Samantha smiled a warm smile. “It's nice to meet you, Alpha Abigial. May I sit and talk to you for a while?”

She’s got Anna with her, and I breathe a sigh of relief as Colt stands back up. Anna immediately levitates herself upside down over the print, and licks the snow. She quickly begins muttering in a language I don’t understand. Once she’s upright, her eyes dart mine. “It’s Mikey McGrath. I’m 100% sure. I got far too up close and personal with him and it’s a scent I now can’t shake. You meet a literal devil, and your nose can’t forget. This is bad. Angel let’s work on following his portal,” she says, as Angel nods.

I smirked inwardly and smiled. I force my head to look at the ground and dug my claws into the soil, preparing myself for the pain that is sure to come. ‘If that’s how you want to play, so be it.’ ‘What, Theo? Get back there I say, I don’t have much time!’ he yells, sounding desperate through the mindlink but I don’t give a fuck about what he says right now. ‘I, Theodore Salva Williams, hereby renounce you Cole Denver Westman as my alpha. From this moment on, I am no longer part of your pack and shall live as a rogue until I am accepted into another,’

I handed him the phone as Rosa took my hand. "Martinez, this is Antonio Loren," he began. "You should know that you are well out of your depth. This pack and my son are not things that anyone with any sense should fuck around with. Take your men and go home before someone gets killed." "Too late for that," Andrea replied. "You see, I called the Alpha just a few minutes ago and he gave me his mate's number." "Why would he do that?" Antonio demanded. "He wanted me to give you a warning just in case six of his children were out playing alone in the woods or something."

Ruby calls out now heading back to where she came from, without acknowledging anyone. Meanwhile, Alexandra turns to Ana, knowing Ruby could be dramatic most times. She practically forgot it on the bathtub, she doubted it was in any danger. "I wanted to apologize for the other day, will love us to have a fresh start," Ana says, staring back at Alexandra who seemed like she could see through her. She hated Alexandra's guts, but she believed if you wanted something so badly, you should try to tolerate, the useless things surrounding it. And now, Alexandra was the useless item.

San walked in. He was wearing a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The dark ink of his pack tattoos snaked down his forearms, highlighting his corded muscles. He was devastatingly handsome, but his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were like chips of ice. He did not even look at Lana. "Mother," San said smoothly. He walked past Lana as if she were a piece of furniture and pressed a kiss to his mother's cheek. "Happy birthday, my Alpha," Beatrice smiled, her entire demeanor softening. "I will leave you two alone. I believe your wife has prepared some sort of mess for you."

grandpa says. “Safe travels and we will see you when you return, Alpha and Luna.” Titus replied. “Nathalia honey, we are just about to the gas station for our last fill up before we reach our pack. Do you need to use the restroom or grab some more beverages?” Grandma whispers. Yawning, as I slowly open my eyes, I have to double blink because there is snow absolutely everywhere. Where are we? I whisper in amazement. “We are in Artichoke, Antarctica, about a half hour away from our pack, little one,” Grandma says with a smile.