Alphonso Hargreeves Novels & Stories

My first love wasn't a gentle human being. And he is an Alpha.. I later discovered that he was a messed up person. He gets into fights almost every single day, gets detention almost every single day, gets called to the Principal's office every single day and... Well, you know the rest. Despite his reputation as the school's gangster, he was famous and well known. Girls swoon over him as he walks swiftly inside the school cafeteria, his bag on one shoulder while his other hand was holding his tray. I noticed he always has the same thing every day-- Coke in a can and peanut butter and strawberry sandwich. One time, he came in late and when it was his turn to order, the lady on the counter info

“Oh, yeah. The Alpha used to come in here all the time. Had a whole back piece done—his wolf, moon phases, some pack sigils. Really intense stuff.” My heart skipped. “Wait, Alpha Hickman?” He shrugged. “Big guy, dark hair with a curl, intense, gray eyes? Super serious? Didn’t smile much but tipped huge?” Chris made a choking sound. “Hold up. Alpha Hickman came here? To this ink-stained den of rebellion?” “He used to ride in on a Harley,” the guy added casually. “Always alone.” Chris turned to me with wide eyes. “No way. Mr. ‘Follow the rules or die’?"

“He’s not afraid my grandfather will send more assassins?” “I’m more worried that he’ll send your grandfather to the early grave,” Alex said with a serious expression. The young man who had previously been so proud lost his confidence. He finally stopped yelling. “I’ll tell my grandpa,” Aaron said glumly. With that, Alex released his embrace. He smiled contentedly as he watched Aaron run back to the car. Alfonso’s subordinate, who had been watching them, just looked at him coldly. A few moments later, the white-haired old man holding a wooden stick finally got out of the car. It was Alfonso Verga. He wore a brown flat cap that matched his suspenders.

She reaches for her handbag on the seat, then she pulls out a medium-sized book from it. The book looks old, and the cover has little tears around it. I take the book from her. “Thank you,” I mutter, flipping it open at once, and the first image I see is that of the first Alpha king to arrive in Las Vegas. “Herbert Howler,” I read aloud. There is something fishy about his looks, but I cannot place it, and I can swear I have seen him somewhere. Scrolling further, I see the faces of the next kings. There is Hector, Hudson, Hunter... etc.

“I wouldn’t ask how you got them, but let’s move.” Waylon came down with a shirt and jeans. “You need to change, Sheriff. And thank you.” “I will introduce you later. We’re kinda in a hurry.” “As far as I can see, this one is an Alpha.” He tipped his head to my father and Alpha Frye. “You, too, sir.” Alpha Frye had long curly hair, was taller than us, and had a body like Dwayne Johnson. So yeah, he was intimidating at first look. “You’re right. They’re Alphas.”

Darius even yelped when he made direct eye contact with Alpha Romero. “Harlow is not an Omega,” Romero stated. “What do you mean, Alpha Romero? Harlow comes from the Phillips family. They have been an Omega family for decades. Everyone knows the Phillips grandparents who have passed away. Isn’t that right?” Mr. Darius stammered, looking at the crowds. “No. Harlow is an alpha heir. He’s not Harlow Phillips. He’s Harlow Blackmoore, my lost brother.” Alpha Romero announced it loudly. Upon hearing that, everyone erupted in disbelief.

Allen sighed as she tied on her apron, washed her hands, and headed to the counter. Working at Ohm's Place at 20 was something she never really wanted. However, in order to pay for her college classes, she needed the money, and her brother, who is an Alpha who just happens to own the cafe, gave her a job a year ago. Ohm had taken over the cafe when he was 18 and Allen was 19. The owner before was getting pretty old, and when he retired, he handed over the Cafe to Ohm just like that. And of course, Ohm changed the name as well. And the funny part is that the owner is none other than their own Grandfather.

my stepfather said, and I felt like vomiting. "Alessia, honey, it's you," my mother said as we sat down, and I looked up at my monsters. "Yes, your long-lost daughter is back," I told them sarcastically. "Thank you for reuniting us with our daughter, Mr. Gravano," my stepfather said to Bossman—or, shall I say, Mr. Asshole Gravano? "My pleasure. Let's order, shall we? We have a lot to discuss," Gravano told us.

Jim explained Just then, a handsome man with long blonde hair tied above his head walked in, dressed in a white coat He looked very handsome, like those models you see in magazines “Good evening, Director Jim. Good evening, Miss Valen,” he greeted respectfully “Ember, this is Isaac, your temporary assistant. He is an Alpha wolf, capable of protecting you. Ember looked at the handsome male doctor that doesn't look like one and smiled. She held out her hand “Hi. I'm Ember.

“Some have been dealt with, but a few have already slipped into the territory. Don’t worry, the councils are on it. We just need a bit more time.” I nodded. This could’ve been avoided if it weren’t for that old woman. Hera is still in the hospital recovering. “Step out and check the campsite. Hera will wake up soon,” I said. I didn’t want her to hear about the rogues. She’s been through enough already. “Okay,” he said, moving toward the door, but then he turned back to me. “One more thing, Alpha,” he smirked, “I think it’s time you ease up.”