Alpha Santa Novels & Stories

“None of the therapists would be cool with that.” “Bronx?” Lenora twirls the pen in her fingers and nods. “I think if he felt like he had no other choice he would.” “Hmm… Alpha Bronx will try to appease The Saint by destroying his personal firearm when he returns home.” Sister Marguerite keeps going. “It won’t help. The Saint will wake from a nightmare… more than a nightmare? Hmmm… the thread circles to the future… he cannot separate reality and his dream. Behind him, the moon is high, and the sky is clear. There’s another Alpha? A man of indigenous descent. I think it’s Marco Ramón Sanchez?”

He sits down on a plush leather sofa and pats the spot next to him, indicating that I should do the same. I hate this guy, and I definitely don’t want to obey him - but he holds Nash’s life in his hands, so I take a seat as far away from him as possible. “What’s your name?” “Sarah,” I say. “I’m Ansel. I’m the Alpha of the San Diego pack.” “I know.” “I’m sure that Nash has told you all sorts of terrible things about me, but I assure you, none of them are true,” Ansel says, looking directly into my eyes.

he murmured softly, “here you are.” The room fell quiet for a moment. The truth of those words settled heavily inside my chest. I had come to him. Not my family. Not the pack. Him. The most dangerous Alpha in the country. Santos leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms against his knees as he studied me. “Do you know what I find interesting, Leah?” “I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.” His lips twitched. “You’re angry at Austin for humiliating you,” he said. “But beneath all that rage…” His eyes sharpened. “You’re more furious that he made you feel unwanted.”

But I ended up getting claimed by an Alpha who worships the ground I walk on. And all I have to say… is thank you, Santa. THE END.

"You should have attended the slave introduction. The bitch is one sweet whore" Santos brows knitted, "You know I don't fansy such ceremony. I don't understand what is so fun in taking pleasures from a woman who is unwilling," His eyes slitted to Shantel, "She might be the daughter of Alexander but she didn't choose her father" That said, Alpha Santos sped up his horse and rode ahead of Alpha Ares. Shantel was so focused on the hunting. She was so skillful that she brought down a deer and two wild pigs.

Anna said with sarcasm, a smile forming on her face. “I… I'm so happy.” I gasped again, cleaning my eyes as I picked up my bag. “You are leaving today?” Sarah asked, looking worried. “Yes. I know it's already noon but Lakewood isn't far from here.” I rashly explained to them. “Take a look outside babe, it's snowing heavily. I doubt any car would move at this time.” Anna added after a while. They tried their best to dissuade me but my mind was at Lakewood already, I wanted to leave.

“Let the world remember tonight. The Alpha has risen. And his Luna stands beside him.” Together, they left the hall as the wind howled and the earth trembled. Change had come. And no one—not even the gods—could stop it now.

I was just about to give up, but then a stranger walked up to Dominic, his voice unmistakable; even though he had shaved off all of his facial hair and styled and cut the rest. “Ah, King Chambers, it is an honor the finally meet you, I am Alpha Bentley from New Mexico.” He held out his hand to Dominic, gripping it and shaking hard. I could see Dominic wince slightly as the handshake stopped, not wanting to show how much Teddy had hurt him.

But that first night Natalia was gone; after drinking with me, he went to the shrine with a booze in hand and prayed for the first time, his words even slurred, as he clasped his hands together like a little boy, and grinned sheepishly at the goddess’ monument. I drove him there. I sent all his guards away because I didn’t want them to see their King humiliate himself. He was usually a respectable ruler until he got drunk and then all bets were off. ‘Tell you what,’ I remembered the Alpha King saying as he made a deal with the Goddess’ statue after emptying the bottle of wine and then tossing it somewhere, landing onto one of the tall vases. ‘If you can grant my wish, I will believe in you a

Doubts crept into his mind, wondering if he was nothing more than a pawn sent by Hawthorne to pursue a non-existent target, only to meet his end in the process. The Alpha looked up at the moon, a sly smile playing across his face. "Oh, look, there's a Crescent Moon up tonight. What a coincidence," he said with a chuckle before his expression turned serious. "Is Hawthorne so afraid that he couldn't handle it himself and had to send an assassin to eliminate us?" The Alpha mocked, his eyes filled with disdain. "I've heard stories about your Alpha, how people worship and cower at his name as if he were a god. But I'm different. Hawthorne may have been a god of the past, but I'm someone you would