Alphas Pizza Novels & Stories

Three men and a beautiful young woman piled out of a big truck with Canadian plates. “Alpha Wolf?” the man rumbled. I couldn’t focus on him because Grace—fuck!—Cathy was standing with her car door open, leaving. I stared at her, my chest ripped open and bleeding onto the ground. “Yes?” “I’m Alpha Jackson, from Manitoba. This is my daughter Kara.” Oh, for fuck’s sake. This night couldn’t get any worse.

' Ehile walking over to him. Alphas eyes looked us over and with a hint of pity in his eyes, he turned to the bar tender and ordered a jack on the rocks, three fingers and two coconut rum and cokes. Alpha handed Sophie our drinks, and walked to the table with his own. Sitting down we all read the menu to decide what we wanted to eat. I couldn't decide what I wanted to eat so I ordered the chef specials, so did Sophie and alpha, My appetite was insatiable. While waiting for my food to arrive i was drinking my coconut rum and cokes, I really didn't understand what the deal was with drinking was, the taste wasn't that great and it made my stomach churn, and I was beginning to feel nauseous.

The supreme goddess bowed her head as she did not know what to say in reply to the words of a human who begged her at this time. “I’m sorry, Hanna. I also did not expect that the destiny of the three of you would be like this because of my ambition and greed.” Hana sighed in frustration because the Moon Goddess could not give her answers and solutions to the serious problems that Hanna faced. “How can you plan one luna for two alphas?” And what hurts even more is that those two alphas are blood related! Why did you make the destiny of the three of us become like this?” “Don’t pressure me, Hanna. I know I was wrong too.”

He was sending message to his only friend, Adom. The most delectable, earth-shattering scent worked its way through Ash foggy brain as she took deep breaths. The scent of apples and jasmine and a beautiful base note of roses all accented by the most perfect scent of Alpha he had ever had the pleasure of smelling invaded hid lungs. Alpha, the scent of Alpha. His Alpha! "MY ALPHA" she barked out as the realisation hit him like one of those new steam trains. She sat bolt upright as his eyes sprang open, which was a mistake, not the biggest one he had made today, admittedly, but bad enough. He slumped back onto the sofa as a wave of dizziness overtook him.

Whatever made them barge into his room should better be worth it, else their heads would be hanging on a stake by noon. "What is it?" "Alpha... The Luna… is dead."

“You okay?” “What happened?” Tessa asked, scanning my face. “You look like you saw a ghost...” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because they were here. Somewhere behind me. Watching me. Their scent still tangled in my bloodstream like a drug. I felt like prey in a room full of predators — and the three most dangerous ones were the very Alphas this night was meant to celebrate. And fate just told me they were mine. Moon Goddess why? The air in the ballroom turned heavy the second the coronation began. Conversations dulled into hushed whispers as the lights dimmed, a spotlight falling on the elevated platform where the Alpha family stood.

The Omegas didn't wait for their mates; they quickly opened the box and dug in. Brandon laughed as he looked at EJ. “Man, you would have thought we starved them!” Brandon said, and EJ laughed as he grabbed his pepperoni, ham, and anchovy pizza, which made Leo want to throw up when he looked at it. The Omega hates anchovies. EJ turned on the TV, scrolled to Plex, and hit play on the Polar Express. The Alphas thought it was adorable how glued to the screen the twins were. You would have thought it was their first time if it wasn't for the fact that they knew specific quotes to say at the right moment or the words to every song.

"Of course we'll come, little one. All for you." I smiled very contentedly, for Norman indulges me in my cravings. We arrived at a pizzeria, not very flashy, and that pleases me. We entered and went to a table. "What are you going to order, gentlemen?" a waiter, Omega, asked us by his scent. I noticed he was giving my alpha a lot of looks, and I frowned; I didn't like that guy. "A large pepperoni pizza, with extra cheese, palmiers croques, orange juice, and two slices of three milk dessert," I said without taking my eyes off the boy.

"Where are the others from, Ravenna?" Ravenna frowned, counting in her head. "A quarter are from Voreios—we hope they’ll switch sides once we get there. A third are from Notios. Almost none are from Dytikos. It’s crazy how few of them were actually born in your father's pack. The Alphas are expecting people to desert... but we don't know how scared they are of Narcisse." I went quiet, sharing a thought with Selah. My father didn't give these wolves anything. They aren't loyal to him. If we kill him, they’ll just go home.

"Two Alphas in the same room? What could go wrong, right?' I chuckle. "Alpha Jackson seems like a nice man." She says looking at the menu. "Trust me. He's not as nice as you think." I scoff. "Well, he seems like he is to me." She continues to read. I lean on the table. "Ok. So, what do you want to eat. Anything you want." "Anything?" She looks at me, raising a brow. "Anything you want?" I grin. She smiles, setting the menu down. "Ok. Angel hair pasta with pesto sauce, tomato bruschetta, roasted stuffed mushrooms, red wine and a triple scoop, chocolate fudge sundae." She stares me down.