Alphonso Hargreeves Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.

Elaine, an Omega,had spent all her life being prepared for a prestigious mate by her family. To them nothing was more important than an elite match for their last daughter but things would change when the Rogue Alpha Maxwell, a banished heir of the royal family storms in and claims her against her will. What begins with rivalry turns into unwavering passion and desire for each other. Eventually pregnant with Alpha Maxwell's forbidden heir, Elaine carries a child prophesied to be the destroyer of the current monarchy and one who will either unite or destroy the packs forever.She would live her life protecting her pup while fighting beside her ferocious Alpha.

she said angrily, referring to the douchebag, it's Lucas, the Alpha's first son and the soon to be alpha, he was known for his recklessness and wickedness, he seizes every opportunity to make life a living hell for we the omegas and we didn't dare complain in order not to become a victim of his abuse. " off we go then" I said, as we stepped out, it was going to one hell of a day. I used. short cut to the Alpha's house though it was bushy but it was better than the ugly looks we got anytime we walked through the packs. It was more messed up than I thought, but luckily we were not alone, an Omega Sophia was already there though we were not really close but extra hands would help get the work d

Martin Hargrove,a name I vaguely recognized from Boston business circles, though I couldn't immediately place the context. "Hargrove is a fixer," Alexander said quietly, his attention shifting to me. "He resolves 'problems' for Boston's elite through methods that occasionally skirt legal boundaries. If he's involved, your father's concern may have some legitimacy." The admission seemed to cost him considerable effort,acknowledgment that my father's warnings might not be merely manipulation but genuine protective concern. I felt strangely disoriented, the carefully constructed narrative of our situation suddenly complicated by dimensions I hadn't anticipated.

Harvey pushed up his glasses. Dr. Harvey has been working in the Kingdom for most of his life. His father worked under the same King, Nathaniel Van Wolf, and although the work was demanding, it was advantageous. Now in his late forties, Dr. Harvey thought he had seen it all, but this latest project, the Alpha serum, was absolutely fascinating to him and his research team. It was a serum specifically designed to enhance weaker wolves into Alpha forms. Temporary effects, sure, but it's well on its way to becoming something innovative and world-altering. This serum was a weapon if in the wrong hands. Dr. Harvey wanted to spend more time truly understanding everything about the serum; perhaps th

A knock came at the door. “Enter,” he commanded without lifting his gaze. His trusted private investigator, Mr. Hargrove, stepped inside. A thin, composed man with steady hands and even steadier eyes. He bowed respectfully. “Sir… I have gathered every document you requested.” Old Mr. Salvatore looked up sharply. “And?” Hargrove hesitated. “Sir, before I continue… I need to ask, are you prepared for the truth? It will… change everything.” “Speak,” the old man said sternly. “I am not afraid of the truth.”