Alpha Trauma/ Bl Novels & Stories

It's all very endearing in a way Adom wasn't expecting. He's had alpha friends before, alpha classmates and alpha colleagues. He's been with alphas all throughout his life and yet he's never met anyone like Alexander. He's not sure why Alexander seems so different to him than anyone else. Maybe it's the way he's carefree around him, another alpha, in a way only possible amongst friends who've known each other for several years. Or maybe it's the way he's so unbothered with the way alphas are supposed to be, supposed to act that he can be everything that he is. He's strong, stable and a leader but that's expected. Adom wouldn't expect anything less from someone labelled an "alpha". But then h

could tell how much weight he'd lost and how empty his brown eyes looked. "Pay your respects to the Alpha, guard." Alan's voice broke into the brief silence the room sank into at Tybalt's arrival. My Beta drew the attention of Tybalt to himself but didn't even flinch at the death glare Tybalt sent his way once he took his eyes off me. The insulting way with which he said the last word was enough for a proud man like Tybalt to want to kill my Beta. Tybalt still had Alpha blood in him but as a Beta, it was part of Alan's nature and job not to cower regardless of the person he gets himself involved with. Alan merely stood and returned the glare. "Leave us," I commanded. Alan turned to look at

Alex looked over to where Ash was looking and saw four people. One was a long, black-haired female with good style who looked older and clearly was an alpha. And an arm was wrapped around her by a man who is clearly his mate, and he is also Alpha. Next to them was a boy who was like a teenager's kid and was also an Alpha. He was holding hands with a pretty lady with brown, shaggy hair and glasses. She was a beta. He saw the four of them make their way towards a table. Alex looked over at Ash and grabbed his hand gently as he led them to the table his siblings were at with their drinks in their free hands.

They shoot us and if our car is not strong, maybe we have already been shot. “This is what I am telling, Beatrice.” I just heard Trisha speak again. The two of us were just communicating through our minds while we were watching the event outside. Tobias doesn't need any of our help. He could already handle the enemies by himself and he amazed me. “What do you mean by that, Trisha?” I inquired towards Trisha. “Alpha Tobias is a strong and powerful alpha. No one should mess with him because he's dangerous. He's dangerous when he gets mad.”

“I said I reject your rejection.” Levi looked completely stunned, his jaw dropping slightly. No one ever rejected an Alpha's rejection. But I didn't care. Not about him or anyone else. This was my life and I was going to fight for it. If this wolf thought that my human life was insignificant just because I wasn't the one he wanted to marry, then he was clearly out of his freaking mind.

Alpha & Luna of The Blue River Pack, It is an honor to be sending you this invitation. We are a rather small pack in Oregon, just over the border. Our Alpha has just become of age after his parents were sacrificed in a rouge attack. We have been building our pack over the past year and would be honored if you would join us in a celebration.

Shaking my head, I open my eyes and answer him flatly, “Honestly, I don’t know where I was going, but to me it seemed that I was intruding, and I didn’t want to bother you any longer.” “Woman. What on earth are you talking about? She is my beta. One of my second in command. I was merely calming her and assuring her that everything would be alright.” He says in a louder tone than he should have because now everyone is staring at us. When the doctor walks up to us, he pats Alexander on the back and asks quietly, “Is everything alright here, Alpha?”

I can here the dried leaves, breaking. At the back of a huge tree, I saw to men… fighting? I don’t know if I’m slow or they’re just too fast. I can’t keep up with their movements but I’m sure their trying to hurt each other. Both men are topless. What are they doing? Are they boxers and they’re training right now? Or did they argue about something and ended up punching each other? What should I do? Should I stop them? They could kill each other due to the intensity of their fight.

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.

He hasn’t come for it, or said anything about the engagement being off. “The Alpha is trying to play you, you have to show him who plays best, don’t give in to his fucking trick. What will he do if there’s no video about you, and everything is completely wiped out, and he can’t even find Tricia either. Do you think he’s going to keep Blair around? He could easily be humiliated just being around her, taking Blair as his mate has to be the worst decision he has ever made.”