Alphonso Hargreeves Novels & Stories

The older woman’s once-proud figure had been reduced to a shadow of itself, but Denise was certain she would recognize her. As the hours passed, pack members wandered by, some pausing to inspect her talismans. Denise played her role flawlessly, answering their questions with the wisdom of an old seer. Every so often, she caught glimpses of the Alpha—a tall, imposing man with piercing eyes that seemed to see through her. She recognized him as Argos, the proud and ambitious half-brother of Morgan. She avoided his gaze, knowing that any slip could mean her end.

I hit the Bluetooth and listen to the phone ring, a male answers, “Crescent Moon, this is Jackson, how can I help you?” I clear my throat, “Former Alpha Braddock there?” I listen as he places the phone down and yells out, “Dad it’s for you.” I wait and listen as heavy foot falls hit the flooring and a deep baritone voice speaks, “this is Braddock.” I gulp down the lump that’s just formed in my throat, “Hello sir, my name is Alpha Christov,” a growl erupts from his throat and then silence, “you still there?” He grunts, “what do you want Alpha Christov?”

My eyes drop to the name printed in black ink. And for a moment—my brain refuses to process it. Because the name doesn’t belong to Marcus. It doesn’t belong to my father. It belongs to someone who has been in this room the entire time. Daniel Hargrove. A ripple of shock spreads across the table. Daniel doesn’t react immediately. He simply leans back in his chair. Calm. Almost bored. “That’s a rental agreement,” he says smoothly. “Not a confession.” Margaret’s expression hardens. “The SUV that forced Alessa Reyes off the road was rented through a shell account connected to Hargrove Consulting.”

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

Jonas and Lydia entered the room, followed by a man whose presence sucked all the air out of the space. The Alpha. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing gray eyes that seemed to carry the weight of the world. His expression was guarded, almost cold, and I immediately knew he didn’t want to be here any more than I did. Jonas cleared his throat. “Shall we begin?” Sarah nudged me forward, her nails digging into my arm. I stumbled slightly but regained my footing, walking toward the long table where the others had gathered. “Welcome, Ayla,” Lydia said kindly, though her smile seemed tinged with sympathy.

And not when I knew that Valerie did not like that, and wasn’t going to let it slide… When the doors slid open, he was already waiting. Alpha Lorenzo. He stood near the lobby exit, dark suit perfectly tailored, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding a file. The way people stepped around him without realizing why, that instinctive avoidance, was something only true predators carried. “Ms. Lewis.” His voice was smooth, polite. But beneath it was the warning rumble of a storm. “Alpha,” I managed, bowing my head slightly. “I didn’t expect you to still be here. I thought that you would have left already.”

In the distance I could still make out Cain's back shuffling away while he cradled his wrist, but strangely, my head wasn't filling up with the simple satisfaction I'd expected. Seeing him hurt like that actually set off alarm bells in my brain. I knew exactly what kind of man Cain Hargrove was. Behind the expensive suits and the friendly public smile he always wore as Alpha of Ironveil, there was a monster. Completely unhinged, narcissistic, and cruel. "You're spacing out, Little Wolf," Kieran whispered, his thumb still moving across my neck in a slow, soothing rhythm. "You worried about that bastard?"

“It’s a great night. The moonlight shines brightly to the right level as in moon goddess’s standards to keep us alive, healthy and powerful, and we howl together at midnight tops to worship her majesty, In a word: tradition. On Every Full moon night for the last hundred and seventy years, our ancestors have gathered here, in this very spot to break bread, discuss the issues of the pack, and yes, share a laugh or two, But more importantly Investiture of the new alpha. Our rich heritage means everything.” He paused for a moment and looked over at our table and smiled. He called Daniel to join him on the stage, and he shook his hand before handing him an ivory pendant on a gold chain, saying “I

I cannot even imagine. “I have been trained to be calm in the toughest of situations since my end goal is to become an Alpha. So let’s be honest this is nothing compared to the duties of an Alpha, is it?” he asked with a smile and then glanced at his expensive watch to check the time. He was elegance and arrogance personified, through and through and it only made me hot for him. I think I leave my sense aside whenever I am with him. He licked his lips to wipe off the smug smirk forming on his face as he added, “Hence, I can keep my calm in situations.”

He pulls away, one hand still holds Blake's neck and the other on his bicep. Blake stairs at him with a blank and confused gaze. None of it making sense to him. "Why do you keep calling me Alarick!? Like I said-" Blake pulls away and turns facing the others, and slowly turns back towards Harou. "My name, is Blake! Alpha of the Primords pack. And I am wasting my time here. I have a war that needs to come to an end. And I must leave now! Before things get worse." He begins to walk away, but Harou