Alpha Xi Delta Dish Novels & Stories

Nobody has ever been made an Alpha Luna before. “I, Darius Colt Barnett, hereby pledge to share my role as Alpha with Diamond Joy Stone, making her Alpha Luna from today, and for all days, until she so chooses to relinquish the role.” Darius slices his palm with the dagger, allowing his blood to trickle into the chalice for me to drink. “Diamond, do you pledge to be the Alpha Luna of the Running River Pack?”

Or was it because Travis was still here, shirtless and showing off the tats I didn’t have? “That’s the spirit, pet,” I said. And wasn’t all that surprised when my Delta’s nostrils flared. He was definitely interested, if my deliberate throwaway term had caused his mildly possessive reaction. “Help will be on hand, girl,” Oscar told her. “Scream if it becomes too much.” “I – I don’t understand, Alpha Calvin.” “Except for the one calling himself Xander West, these guys are Alphas. They can tend to lose control easily.”

I was happy to see all three of them but my stomach churned at the thought that all three of them had come seeking this bland looking woman. Every joke hurt me worse and Alexia was not going to spare me either as long as I was present there. "I think we should host that celebration party now since the Luna looks quite recovered." Alpha Dante had suggested and Alexia squealed and jumped on her opportunity to throw shades my way once again. "Of course she is and we have a little extra help now." Alexia smirked and eyed me. Wow! I was considered as extra help. That Reign was definitely made from the same piece of cloth as Alexia because just when the Alphas were going to leave she stopped them

Lifting my chin, I held his gaze as I said, “I’m proud of it.” Ares had gathered everyone in the dining hall. As well as the Alphas and Lunas of our allies, he’d rounded up anyone else he’d deemed important enough to be a part of this conversation, too. Small groups stood across the room, lit strangely by the stained glass, clustering together and murmuring in low voices as they waited for the last stragglers to arrive.

Together, they walk to the main chamber and meet the three alphas in the study, gathering the treasures. "You won't be needing that anymore, we know where baby Hendrix is and who he's in his custody.” Aaliyah brags. She is not afraid that it would go wrong, because it's certain that it's not a pack picking a fight with her pack, but rather an individual beef. "Who?" Hector growls. "Alpha Chris and Shelly, my childhood friend." Nikki replies. The three alphas look at each other. “Chris? Like the alpha Chris, your mate?” Hudson stutters.

Words wouldn't change the past. Still unwilling to give up, Boweike turned to the Alpha King, begging him to intervene. The Alpha King sighed. "Boweike, it's over. Be a man and accept it." "But I can't!" Boweike buried his face in his hands, sobbing. "If you truly want to fix this, then earn back her trust. For now, show her respect and let her go," the Alpha King said firmly. Boweike fell silent. He understood that once the Alpha King was involved, the bond would have to be severed.

If anyone was to be rewarded, it should be him. His hand tightened around the pencil as that thought echoed in his mind. And deep within, a thought stirred... He would not let what he deserved be taken from him. The next morning, Alpha Dax arrived promptly at the pack’s main hideout. Without delay, he requested a formal assembly to be held in the central hall. Alongside him was his father. The Alpha Lord and his Alpha brothers, each summoned to take part in the discussion. As they entered the hall, the commanding voice of the Alpha Lord reverberated through the wide, stone walls. “Dax, it seems what we’re about to discuss is of great importance,” he said.

"Keep going if you like, and you will end up on duty for your remaining stay here at the academy." Bren's mouth shut. Drax looked at him for a moment. Long enough to be uncomfortable. "An alpha title means nothing in here except the standard you hold yourself to. You held yourself to this." He nodded at the rapier and the blade sitting side by side on his desk. "Two weeks. Get out." Bren pushed back from the desk. On his way past her, he slowed. Looked right at her. What he said was quiet. Personal. The kind of thing that doesn't need volume to land.

Marigold blushes as she shakes his hand. “Marigold Correl, daughter of the previous Beta of Evergreen. And … no, I’m yet to be Luna.” Her statement raises a question in my head. I look at Logan, whose gaze is apparently still burning into my face. He puts an arm around her waist and pulls her close. These two definitely deserve each other. “I must say, it’s rather bold of you to show your face here again,” he says coldly. My dad tries to interfere. “Alpha—”

, Alpha Martin said. “Oh, you have no idea sir, but I think I will just rest, it has been a long day for me”, she was trying to be polite, but the truth was Alpha was always kind to her, and she knew that it wasn’t all his fault, but he could decide, he had the last word. “I think she could be joining us at the dinner”, she heard Drake’s deep voice that made her shiver.