Alphas Pizza Novels & Stories

She politely requested this from Alpha Nero. As Alpha Nero perused the menu, his sharp eyes quickly discerned that the names of the dishes were written in elegant Italian script. A faint smile played at the corners of his lips as he recognized the familiar language, and he felt a sense of anticipation building within him. The man cast a glance towards the waitress. "Can you tell me about your specialty today?" Nero turned to the waitress and inquired, The waitress acquiesced to their request. "Today's specialty, Alpha, is a delectable combination of steak and pasta," she announced.

"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.”

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.

A smirk tugged the corners of his lips down, his eyes roaming around her face. “Lucien… Lucien Malskolvi, Alpha of this pack and your rightful mate.”

"Are you Deliah?" "Who is asking?" "How rude of me, my name is Alpha Axel. These are my men, Josh, Keith, Gary, and Dean. Amalie gave me this address and said to look for Deliah. She told me you might be able to help me out." "Amalie, the old fool, you are lucky 'cause I owe her one. I don't know if I can help you, depends on what you are asking." "I assume you might have heard about the war that has been going on between my pack and Jack?"

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!”

The two huge buildings form the estate of a deadly Alpha. Filled inside the penthouse is a cacophony of laughter and conversation, the Alpha living each day like a ceremony, the house that never ceases to distribute the aroma of grilled meats, raw meat, high-quality wines, roasted meats of different animals that are not rat, cat, or dog. The meats were cows, hyenas, deer, and jaguars. On the low table is a feast of different meals, including some human high-class meals and wines of different types. On the floor before the table is Alpha Harper, naked and surrounded by naked she-wolves, who are massaging his body with every soft body of theirs. He grabbed whoever boobs he wanted, spanked asse