Alphas Pizza Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Alpha Inc. Does that stem from wolfy stuff? I don’t know much but I know there is an alpha of the pack—," "I'm the alpha," he said. "Scott is my Beta. We are part of a local pack—The Legend Pack. My father was the alpha before me. I started this business to help our pack flourish, and live comfortably." "Okay ... so there are other people at the job that are wolves, too?" He nodded. "Yup, and there are some humans. None of them know ..." "Then why did you tell me?" He leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees, and interlaced his fingers. "That's where things are going to get confusing."

Being drowned twice in my life is more than enough. “Don’t be stupid,” my guard half growls as I stand up with the tray in hand, intending to return it to Mary. “You don’t-” “I don’t understand that your Alpha wants you to starve in his absence?” He cocks an eyebrow but hasn’t left his oversized chair that’s positioned in front of the door. “I can hear your stomach growling from here,” he scoffed, “so sit down and eat.”

I really want to know what’s going on there. “Okay. So I have a little more time. Brick, can we get pizza? I’d love a beer! Can I, Alpha? I tried beer a couple of times before you prohibited it from the pack. I’d love one before I…ya know,” I shrug my shoulders and draw the letter ‘x’ over my heart. Nobody laughs. Yeesh, tough crowd. “Pizza and a beer for the pack’s savior seems more than reasonable,” Alpha Asher says. He forces a smile, knowing it’s what I need. I nod with excitement.

Byron looked at me and didn't move. “Gabe, I knotted. Get the doctor here now.” Shit. He was the Alpha of all Alphas. The king if you will. We pledged ourselves to him, we remained Alphas, but he was stronger, faster, and bigger than all wolves. No pack can run with more than one Alpha without one being the Alpha of all Alphas. We were the only pack in a thousand years to produce triplet Alphas. Twins were extremely rare for Alphas, triplets were incomprehensible to most of our kind.

I walk into my office and answer the phone after shutting the door behind me. "Hello?" I ask when I see an unknown number on the display of the phone. We still have a landline phone and we only use it to get in contact with other Alpha's. All the numbers of the Alpha's are registered on the phone. So when someone calls the name pops up on the display and I know exactly who is calling. Except for this time, there is no name it just says "Unknown number" "Hello Axel," The voice says on the other line and I recognize the voice immediately.

He asks her. Fire Moon holds up the poster she had brought back from town, “I went out to investigate our Little Alpha.” “He isn't our Little Al.. ." Typhon starts. “Forgive me,” Fire Moon says with a wicked smile, “Your Little Alpha.” I immediately take offense. “I'm not .…” “This is an exceedingly asinine conversation,” Typhon cuts in. “My thoughts exactly,” I mutter. Then I point to the notice about me and say "Look what Fire Moon brought back.”

She needed the identity of those Alphas. "You are right. The documents should be in father's study. Let's check them out." As soon as they got to the study, Godiva broke down in tears. She could feel her father's presence heavily because he spent a lot of time there. It wasn't long for Theresa to locate the documents. From the way they were kept in the drawer beside his desk, there was great importance attached to it from everything else. Godiva's last bit of hope began to dwindle when Theresa read the names; "Alpha Alonso, Alpha Storm, Alpha Bond, Alpha Brick, Alpha Caesar, Alpha Jax and Alpha Ice. They are just as fierce as their name sounds."

The Alpha’s, on the other hand, was piled high with Broccoli and hearty cuts of meat. When Ciara reached me, she smiled again. “What can I get for you today, miss? The Alpha had these dishes specially prepared for you. Just tell me how much of each you’d like.” Before I could respond, Chrissy snapped impatiently. “Just give her a bit of everything and don’t keep us waiting, Ciara. Honestly, we need to change this rule about waiting for everyone to start eating. If this woman thinks she’s royalty, we’ll be here all day!”

“Do you want me to carry you into the car in front of the entire pack?” The command in his voice made my body freeze. Alpha’s authority wasn’t something a she-wolf could defy, no matter how much she wanted to. Jaw tight, I climbed into the car. He didn’t look at me. Instead, he handed me a thick catalog. “You’ve been unstable lately. Haven’t you always liked collecting things? There’s an auction today. I’m taking you.” I flipped through the glossy pages, detached, until my eyes landed on one photo. My breath caught.

I snorted, “I’m responsible for my own stomach.” Then I opened the fridge, took out some eggs, set up the juicer, picked the best fruits, bread, made homemade pizza, and spread a rich breakfast on the table, eating it with enjoyment. Alpha Mike looked at me, his disdain clear in his words. “You’ve been abroad for two years and haven’t learned anything. All you’ve learned is to indulge yourself.” As I ate my pizza, I casually looked at Alpha Mike: “If this is indulgence, then as the Pary heir who was born with a golden spoon, eating steak, abalone, and bear paws every day, aren’t you living an even more indulgent life than me?”