Romans & histoires Alphas Supernatural

Everyone had been busy on one mission or the other. “I contacted the Alphas, Elara” she said as she plopped onto her seat. “And?” “Their armies are ready, ready to aid us in this war, many of them have had reports from their divinators” I raised a brow in question. “Their divinators and seers have been having visions” she paused to look at all of us “vision of something coming, something strong enough to wipe out all supernatural creatures” “Hmmm” “So it wasn’t hard convincing them, we have about ten packs ready to help us now, including Alpha Gerald and Alpha Hunter, they have all agreed to help us”

His breathing is shallow, uneven. I drop beside him. “Lucas. Stay with me.” His eyes flicker open. For a moment, they are clear. Just Lucas. The boy I grew up with. The man who stood beside me when I became Alpha. “It worked,” he whispers. “Yes,” I say. My voice breaks. “You did it.” A faint smile touches his lips. “Good.” His chest shudders. Blood bubbles at the corner of his mouth. “You are forgiven,” I say quickly. “Do you hear me. I forgive you.”

Typical. “And you did not think about informing me the first day itself about it, hmm ? For a million dollars, you just sold your soul to the devil,” suddenly the Alpha’s voice dropped low but the dangerous undertone to it increased a hundredfold. “Now instead of that she wolf, I will be the one who will kill you, you mutt,” he whispered but loud enough for supernatural ears to hear and then followed an agonizing, loud cry along with a furious growl before pin drop silence ensued.

the guy said. “Oh, yes, please do,” Thea said, turning back to face him. “I’ll be in the front row. I can’t wait to watch him beat you into the ground.” “I’d win.” Thea laughed. “What pack are you from?” “Supermoon.” Alpha James of Supermoon was the Alpha that had a brain like Xavier’s. Thea fixed it at the Alpha meeting, but he’d lived his whole life being a sociopath. Supermoon was probably in shambles. This guy was proof of it.

In his place stood a man who radiated a quiet, terrifyingly formidable power. Oscar hadn't just 'done well'. He had built Wayne Industries, a sustainable timber empire, but in the supernatural world, he was something much more: he was a Natural Alpha. He had gathered the displaced, the rogues, and the ‘unwanted’ wolves and turned these thousand acres of mountain forest into a fortress. If Duncan Alonso was an Alpha of cold steel and glass, Oscar Wayne was an Alpha of deep roots and solid oak. They were equals in power, but worlds apart in soul.

Typical. “And you did not think about informing me the first day itself about it, hmm ? For a million dollars, you just sold your soul to the devil,” suddenly the Alpha’s voice dropped low but the dangerous undertone to it increased a hundredfold. “Now instead of that she wolf, I will be the one who will kill you, you mutt,” he whispered but loud enough for supernatural ears to hear and then followed an agonizing, loud cry along with a furious growl before pin drop silence ensued.

“I can ease his pain—buy him some time—but I can’t stop what’s already spreading through his blood. This isn’t ordinary. This is… supernatural.” She looked down at Dante again, pity shadowing her face. “Whoever this Alpha is—she’s powerful. The last Alpha with this kind of energy was executed generations ago for being too dangerous. After her death, no one ever possessed such strength again. I wonder where this one came from.” Her voice fell to a whisper. “But now… it’s returned.” Luke’s knees nearly gave out beneath him. “So what are we supposed to do?” The healer looked at him with sorrowful eyes. “Pray for his soul,” the healer whispered, her voice trembling. “Because your friend… is alre

Their daughter slept soundly in the crib beside her, unaware of the danger that threatened to tear their world apart. Sylvester moved to Rayka’s side, sitting down and taking her hand in his. “You’re going to pull through this,” he whispered, his voice filled with the fierce determination that had always driven him. “And when you do, we’re going to put an end to all of this. We’re going to show them why we’re the Alphas.” Rayka didn’t stir, but Sylvester held on to her hand as if his touch alone could keep her tethered to this world. He couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not ever.

The next morning we cleaned each other in the shower, and I gave him a blow job, and he returned it before we went to the meeting with me wearing his clothes that seemed to fit to loosely because he was more muscular than I The other alphas were already waiting for us and it made me blush red because they all probably knew what happened yesterday, and Adam was lucky to have dark skin because even if he blushed his skin hid it well, so, we just went to our sit and the meeting begun "Alphas, betas" my father started as you all know the reason we are all here is to talk about the rogues attacks and for our packs to form an alliance between White Silver pack and Sacred white pack. "Alpha Eric

He went down his horse and went towards the pack. The monstrous pack whose Alpha growled and snarled had eyes like torches. They began to circle him, with their claws of black steel, their furs as dark as the night, eyes glowing red like jewels from the pit of hell itself. The Alpha went towards him sniffing, savoring the scent of a coming meal. He remembered his childhood as though it was yesterday. Those were days when he, paradoxically, had much to think about. Those were days when he was left to pit his wits against nature’s rage and fury. He remembered those days. He remembered his father.