Alphabet Arc Mats Novels & Stories

As the door closed on the lingering silhouette of our secret exchange, a new realm of contemplation unfurled before me. “Alpha Haden,” I whispered faintly, an ode to the uncharted pathways that intertwined my fate with his. The tangled threads of fate that bound me to him prompted a chaotic series of questions. “Why did the Moon Goddess choose Alpha Haden as my mate?” I pondered, my voice tinted with a subtle shade of rage as I manoeuvred amidst the bars forged by circumstance. As the seconds ebbed away, a potential shift in my plans emerged, surging through the war-torn landscape of my emotions.

An Alpha. Finally free.

Matt’s eyes smolder icy blue luminescence making it looks like the polar lights, while Emma’s eyes emit red gleam and I’m amused to see her eyes look like flames. Their marks glow currant red at the same time. It is Alaric’s power color. Φύλαξ is on Matt’s chest. While βοηθός is Emma’s mark on her right shoulder. I smile as I’ve confirmed that Alaric is the one who designated their position. I missed my siblings so much. I feel lonely in this mansion that much. But now, I know from now on, I will never be alone. ******

Today was different, though—Seraphina had a mischievous glint in her eyes as she carefully placed an old, leather-bound photo album on the kitchen table between them. "Ready for a walk down memory lane?" Seraphina asked, opening the album with a sense of dramatic flair. Violet leaned in, her curiosity piqued. As Seraphina flipped through the pages, Violet was immersed in a different world—a sepia-toned chronicle of Archer and Mateo's formative years. There they were, two impish faces smeared with mud, posing triumphantly next to what looked like a failed attempt at a treehouse. Another page turned revealed them in Halloween costumes: Archer as a fearsome werewolf (ironic, Violet thought) and

Or so they thought. As a result, Alaric was increasingly kind and gentle towards me. “And how is my bodacious, bold, and beautiful best Beta?” Alaric asks me flirtatiously one morning. We’ve started playing this silly alliteration game when we’re alone. “Amazing, my audacious and alert Alpha!” I reply. “’Audacious and alert’? That’s the best you could do?” His cold face broke into a smile. “Hey! ‘A’ is a lot harder than ‘B’!” I chuckle back to him.

Mock me for thinking that I can be with William for life. 'You should know as well as I do that our kind is above such action. And though I do not... approve of your relationship with the Alpha, that does not mean I will like it if you two call it off on such a depressing note. I'm your wolf, who acts as a werewolf's conscious, as his guide. I am not your puppet master.'

The pack house was a flurry of activities. The day everyone had been waiting for was finally here. It was the coronation ceremony, to crown the Alpha's mate as the Luna of Blood Moon pack. Silver and purple decorations beautified the large pack house, the dining hall where the ceremony would take place had been filled with water that reached the ankles. It was part of the ceremony.

you hear any movements” he instructs him before going, he has some investigation to do. It’s been a week since Terrick Mark his mate and she’s still unconscious and is showing no signs of improvement, Terrick send word to Saphira requesting for her presence. If the wound on Catrina’s neck was an ordinary one Terrick would have ask Belinda or Brenda to heal it with their spells but this one is something different. It’s a secret mark which bond mates together body and soul and no Witcher can heal it or erase it. The witch appear right inside the Alpha’s room “ what do you need my help with?” She asked the moment she sited the Alpha sitting on his bed holding the hands of his unconscious mate.

shouted Cila while looking at all the files in front of her. ~ While Arion closed his eyes, holding back his emotions. The woman's voice was even louder and more disturbing. "The color is red, it says AD 12," he answered, still focused on his laptop. Cila nodded in understanding, she looked up at the red file on the top row. I think he will not arrive, considering his height is only 158 cm. Cila snorted in annoyance, looking for a way to retrieve the file. There's no way he's climbing, right? The woman glanced at the round, idle chair in the corner of the room. Cila took the initiative to use the chair.

He then placed me on the table and positioned himself just above me. "I am Alpha Gaius of the Crescent Moon Pack, and I have chosen you, Princess Tamara Luna of the Magenta Kingdom, to be my fated mate. You are the last omega who shares the same blood as me," he declared, slowly descending. He lifted my thick skirt and lowered my undergarments. I heard something fall to the floor, so I looked down and saw his mask there. My eyes scanned for Gaius, but he had already vanished beneath my skirt.