Alphonso Hargreeves Novels & Stories

Liam "Alpha?" "Yes, Amy?" I call the old woman into my office. She's been our packhouse manager for fifty years and there are few people I trust more. She is a mousy woman, barely five foot with short brown hair and warm brown eyes. She wipes her hands nervously on the white apron she wears over her light blue dress. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the young ones broke another window." I sigh in annoyance and pinch the bridge of my nose.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

I read the news, chuckled softly, and hit the 'Like' button. After work, I walked across that old bridge. The sun was setting over the sparkling sea. It was finally over. I lifted my head, ready to start my new life. "Careful!" A deep voice rumbled behind me. Someone grabbed my arm to steady me. I turned and looked up at a massive man. Striking golden eyes. A pureblood aura. The scent of pine and cedarwood wrapped around me, soothing my scarred soul instantly. He was the Alpha King.

Alpha Harold greets me with his usual warm smile and, as always, it has me fighting back my tears at how such little kindness makes me feel. Alpha Harold has been the Alpha to the Green Rock pack for the last 25 years and is one incredible Alpha. He runs a brilliant pack and shows every single member of his pack nothing but love and kindness, and I have no doubt that if he knew what my dad was doing to me, he would lose his shit. There have been so many times that I have wanted to tell him,, there have even been moments where I have been standing outside his office door ready to knock, but then my dad's words would always ring loud in my head stopping me from doing it.

Doubts crept into his mind, wondering if he was nothing more than a pawn sent by Hawthorne to pursue a non-existent target, only to meet his end in the process. The Alpha looked up at the moon, a sly smile playing across his face. "Oh, look, there's a Crescent Moon up tonight. What a coincidence," he said with a chuckle before his expression turned serious. "Is Hawthorne so afraid that he couldn't handle it himself and had to send an assassin to eliminate us?" The Alpha mocked, his eyes filled with disdain. "I've heard stories about your Alpha, how people worship and cower at his name as if he were a god. But I'm different. Hawthorne may have been a god of the past, but I'm someone you would

So where one fails, the other would be there to pick them up. I don’t know what the Rogue Alpha did to me, I just couldn’t understand my body and my wolf’s reaction to him. Sage wolves were the only wolves who could wield magic and their kind have been extinct for centuries. No one knows the true story of how they were all wiped off, there were so many different versions of one story. Some say, it was a spell by one of them that went horribly wrong. Some say they were all attacked by rogues and killed. Some say they were exiled after practising dark magic, and without their connection to the packs, their magic dwindled and died off. Whichever way, they were no longer in existence else I woul

I gasped and the first tear escaped as I said, “Why?” Frankie squeezed my hand and continued, “Alpha Hollis is involved in some very shady dealings with the humans. More specifically humans who are gun runners, drug lords and involved in human trafficking. When he first started, Luna Graciella tried to reason with him to get it to stop. But Alpha Hollis was so mad for power and money, he staged a rogue attack on the pack daycare and Luna Graciella was killed while trying to defend the pups.” “He’s a sick fucking bastard,” I interrupted as Frankie spoke.

“I hope it’s not a trap.” “And if it is, are you scared?” I tease him. “Me? Scared? Haa, I can laugh in the face of death.” He bursts out. We don’t need weapons to fight, we have our strength, which is more than enough. We go into the building, and within a few minutes, Oliver uses his sensitive nose to get Alpha Tate’s scent, and we find him. He looks so pale and white. His hands are connected to drips, he’s chained up and hanged lifeless on it.

“You misunderstand me. I apologize for the rough gestures from my men. They didn’t exactly have a choice as you have been hiding too well. I’m Alpha Rowan.” His eyes widened, his mouth agape. “Rowan Hargrove? You are a werewolf?” He takes me in with genuine care and respect, “Hargroves are the longest existence of Werewolves in San Zero. I, myself believed it was a myth, I’m honored to meet you, Alpha,” He slightly bows. I waved him off, “Feel free, I’m in need of your help.” He chuckles sarcastically, “My help? I can’t possibly imagine why someone like me would be of help to you, Alpha.”

Alex POV I watched as her soul was crushed from the information Creed decided to hold from me. It was like watching that lovely spark in her eyes deem to darkness. The worst part is I don’t think I’ll be able to fix it. Once the doctor gave her permission to see him, she hasn't left his side, not to shower, or eat anything. The state he’s in, he hasn't opened his eyes yet. He’s coded a couple times but I’ve been told his wolf is doing everything he can to help him stay alive. We still don’t know why his wolf hasn’t shifted until now. Once he wakes up we are hoping we can get some more information from him. Sitting next to the door of his room, watching my mate hold her brother's hand as she