Alphabet Lore Swap Novels & Stories

he suggested, but I was simply shaken. “How do you find a creature that may be dead?” I sarcastically inquired. “What do you mean?” He was taken aback by the question. "I stabbed her with my arrow head, which has a silver blade, and only a miracle can save her,” I say irritably as I pour wine into my cupboard. I stirred it by silently moving the glass and watching the liquid ripple in time with the movement of my hand. “Alpha, there's a woman here in the North border who claims to be carrying medicine that can cure you,”Alkane, my Omega, reported through our mind link.

If he didn’t fuck his stepsister and make me think whatever this was, was for only as long as he couldn’t get in my pants. “Ahh…I heard you were bringing your luna.” A smooth voice with a heavy accent interrupted my musings. Alpha Lorenzo was almost as tall as Gabe. But he was more lanky, possessed a build not nearly as muscular as my mate’s. His slicked back long hair exposed piercings running up both ears. When he extended a hand to greet me, I noticed a tattoo of a lion on his forearm. Gabe had told me he was known as the lion of Andalusia. It was a nickname. When I’d asked Gabe if he had a nickname, he’d merely smirked and looked away briefly before continuing to talk about Alpha Lorenzo

“I checked different sources to be sure.” “Good. Good,” Athena's excitement infused her tone as she said, “That means the moonstone has something to do with this. We just need to find one that says 'silver', and we will know Alpha Eric sent the right scroll. Good thing you suggested we do transliteration first. This way we reduce the error margin. Excellent thinking, Lorraine.” “Thank you, my queen.” Lorraine smiled, and they got back to it. Joy bloomed in Athena's heart as they found the word “silver”. They used different sources to make sure 'silver' was the closest meaning of the word.

Alpha Stone wrote the word Swap. "The second theme is Regional Swap." Cassian announced. I explained the rules. “The Blackwood chefs must prepare a dish owned by the Moon Crescent Pack. The Moon Crescent chefs must prepare a dish owned by the Blackwood Pack. This would test your knowledge of the land. It’s a test of cultural intelligence. It was a test of survival.” They all nodded in agreement. We moved to the third parchment paper. This would be the final round. This would decide the fate of the harvest. I wrote the word Soup. Alpha Stone wrote the word Duck.

*ALORA* I watched Lorenzo stuff his hand into his pocket and he brought out something. Showing it to me, I realized it was a necklace. The same necklace he had gotten me with the “AL” pendant. “I had this made for us. And no, it’s not the first and second letter of your name. I wasn’t bold enough to tell you before. It’s actually the first letter of your name and the first of mine. I wanted us to have something…I don’t know…matching…I guess…”

That's when the most delicious smell of all hits me, it was intoxicating, and it called to me, old strong rum and lavender, it was an odd combination manly yet soft, I turned my head looking for it thinking maybe it was one of the alphas or betas sister but my eyes went straight to the eyes of Adam Lamont, one of the young alphas also leaving the camp, and I shivered, he gave nothing away he was just biting his thin lips, and staring at me with those big brown eyes that's when I heard the growl in my head Mate!

With our superhealing powers, that job seemed pointless. My wolf purred softly at her being close, but I pushed it down hard. I was Todd, the Alpha of the Thunder Pack and its future leader. How could my Luna be a weak human? "Tm Todd." I kept my voice steady, trying to sound like the Alpha I was supposed to be Tm... Age doesn't really maner to us. I'm the Alpha of the Thunder Pack. And when it comes to money, well, the forests and mountains of Northlane are mine."

I said to him sitting on the floor where I fell and nursing my temple. "And you need to watch what you say about my family," he retorted in anger. Darrell hasn't been the same ever since his mother, who's the Luna of our pack was accused of murder; it is claimed she allegedly killed the Beta of our pack who was formerly the Gamma but rose in ranks through 'dubious' means. Before he maneuvered his way to that position, my father was Beta; but Darrell chose to keep me as his Beta and made sure everyone in our generation referred to me as such. It honestly felt weird, bearing the Beta title while my dad bore the Gamma title.

"To Lila, Our Alpha, Alex, is dying from his wounds. Our seers have spoken. Your unique bloodline is the key. We need you to come south and perform an ancient bonding ritual with him. It will use your strength to heal him. In return, you will receive unimaginable riches and the permanent, sworn protection of the mighty Shadowclaw Pack. The credit chip is a token of our sincerity. Use the speaking stone to give us your answer. We are looking forward to your reply."

Elara The whispers began almost immediately. Rather than helping me climb to my feet or taking the vase from my hands, the onlookers turned to each other, not even bothering to hide their cruel words. “Is that the Omega who became the Donovan Luna?” someone murmured. “Why wasn’t Alpha Alaric by her side?” Another whispered, “Is that Alaric’s missing daughter who got swapped at birth?” “She’s so unruly for an Alpha’s daughter,” one older woman scoffed. “I wonder if it has anything to do with her Omega upbringing…”