Alphas Prey Novels & Stories

she says. “That’s not an answer,” says Tristan, and I have to say that even I would answer him right now with the way his eyes are flaming. “Al,” she says. “Al says that if the three other Alphas along with the pups take over, that they… that you’d hoard all the food, and we’d all starve!” “Why the hell would we do something like that?” asks Reece, and that’s exactly what I’m about to ask.

I ordered, but their unmoved gazes caused my tummy to And just then a loud, erratic laughter through Hans lips. “Edmond, seeing how proud you've suddenly become, you think you have escaped the clutches of murdering the alpha?" Hans asked, and I stood, frozen from fear. My eyes moved on to that of sheila's, who still seemed to have no idea whatsoever about what her father was speaking of. “What do you mean by that?” I asked almost immediately, setting my guard up. “Do you think I don't know? That I don't know you killed the alpha of the”

I gulp a lump down my throat and release a heavy sigh the moment he finally takes his hands off my hair. "If you dare to do it again, I will kill your parents. Mark my words." Alpha Victor whispers into my ears in the deadliest tone ever. It causes fear to overwhelm me and my hands shake. I look to gaze at him and he flashes me a huge smile. "Let us eat and enjoy the food." Alpha Victor says. Immediately he utters those words, the maid swarm into the dining room and serve us many delicacies. It looks like Alpha Victor is holding a feast. I do not care anyway, I eat my food in silence while Alpha Victor and Richard talk about the most random things ever.

Kaiser growled. The Alphas are all on the verge of tears now. They are indeed the Alphas. Their wolves are stronger than the ordinary wolves. These Alphas were arrogant and thought that they were above all. But these past few days, they discovered that they are as vulnerable as the other wolves when it comes to the witches. Their arrogance is merely an illusion that refused to let them see reality. Without Kyra's help, they would have all been dead by now.

I didn’t even see her move, but suddenly, she was right there in my peripheral vision. The smell of copper and rot followed her. “You really don’t know, do you?” she asked, her tone mocking. “The wheels are already turning, Aria. The motion has been set. The Alphas are tired of waiting. They’re making their moves to capture you as we speak.” I felt a chill run down my spine. “I know Alpha Alex of the Ravaryn Pack caught you with Kaelen,” she whispered, leaning closer to my ear.

I couldn't even trace where the doors opened anymore. If only I'd tried to slay him, I could have been regretting it now. "Good morning Fred, do you remember this face?" I greeted and he replied accordingly, acknowledging my name and title and even the current situation of my life. "Why are you here with weapons though?" Fred suddenly asked and Daniel shuddered, his eyes glinting with fear. Knowing I'd been caught, I quickly got down to my wolf for the perfect piece of advice. "Would the wolves praise me for taking him down, thereby making me their new Alpha, or would I be killed here and forever forgotten like a dead fly?" I asked my wolf. It didn't respond immediately, but when it did, it

My nostrils flared at her scent, weakened, starved, desperation. In our world. The alphas are the rulers of territories we call turf, or locally known as pack. Alphas are the strongest known rank of my kind, followed by Betas, who are always warriors. Then, the normal pack members who aren't ranked but are still strong and can defend themselves in time of war.

"It would look like an invasion. And I want the Southern wolves to see that we aren't the monsters their Alphas claim we are." "You're going into a den of vipers with a handful of guards?" Kaelen asked, his face a mask of worry. "Elara, the Alphas in the South... they aren't like the ones we've fought. They are subtle. They use poison, and law, and political marriage. They will try to find a weakness in your heart." "My heart has survived Kaelen's shadow and Silas's silver," I said, looking at my mate. "I think it can handle a few Alphas in silk."

Easy to hunt. A growl rolled from my left. It was close. Too close. I turned right. My lungs screamed. I stumbled into a clearing. Three shadows waited. They did not move. They did not need to. Power rolled off them in waves. It was thick enough to choke on. Alphas. Not just any alphas. They were the triad everyone whispered about in the border villages, the ones who took what they wanted and left nothing behind.

Very Alpha. He’s hunting. I didn't need the psychic blast of anger to know that. The mate bond settled into a deep, aggressive pulse of search and rage. It was a continuous, frantic feeling, like a huge, powerful beast was tearing through the Nightmoor Pack grounds, looking for the tiny, clever mouse that had dared to bite it. I allowed a brief, bitter smile to touch my lips. "Well, Alpha," I whispered to the fire, "you can hunt all you like. But your prey is currently sitting in a cave full of wolves who hate you more than I do."