Alphonso Hargreeves Novels & Stories

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

I step off the plane into the kind of drizzle that doesn't commit to being rain, and the air hits my dulled senses like everything else—present but muted, a signal received through static. The car takes me to Hargrove's office. Forty-minute meeting that stretches to ninety because Douglas Hargrove is the kind of man who treats business negotiations like campfire storytelling. He circles, digresses, reminisces about supply routes his father ran in the seventies. I let him talk. The deal needs his trust more than his efficiency. Toward the end, he leans back. Looks at me the way old men look at young men they're deciding whether to respect. "You know what my father told me when I took over?"

This was becoming tedious, Alpha or not, this guy was seriously wasting my fucking time and the gown they had me in was getting itchy. He sighed and ran his large hands through his thick hair, his disappointment evident as he also realised that this was a waste of his time. He stood slowly, his enormous frame gradually filling the doorway as his gaze rested on me once more. I’m sure to most, Alpha Julius was fucking terrifying, and not to say he wasn’t - but I’d never really had an Alpha, and without Celeste in my head to submit to him, I was able to hold his stare without faltering. The only indication that this pissed him off was the way he tensed his jaw as the seconds ticked by, until he

I had already taken two steps down the stairs when he called me again. "Come back, have a seat!" he ordered. He told me he did see the Vargulfs and wanted to keep them secret. "We have to stop them, Alpha Herveaux." "Yes, we need time, and I want it within a specified number of wolves. Not everyone," Alpha Herveaux commanded. He’s always believed in sorting things out discreetly and in his own way. I don’t blame him; he’s tagged as a god among us Alphas because he went against fate.

“Can you blame me? She is so beautiful and powerful. I love beautiful things. I just can’t forgive her for talking down to you every day about how you dress. Although I’m also not in support of you dressing like a Granny. At least, your dress looks better today!” She complained as she continued with her iced americano. While Micheal had no choice but to just watch the scene before him. He always found it hard to interfere in our conversations. He wasn’t the outspoken type. “Hugh, I don’t even know what to say to you. Anyway, I come bearing good news!” I announced happily and this definitely got the two of them interested. “What’s up? Did you resign from work today? That’s great news! I need

The Alpha had just begun rubbing the shampoo into his hair when he received a link from patrol that rogues had entered their territory. "Fucking, damn it!" Harris cursed and began rinsing the soap out of his hair as fast as he could. Harris jumped out of the shower, barely drying off before throwing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt on. The Alpha ran onto the balcony and leaped over the railing before he took off running. Harris took in a breath as he stumbled and grabbed a tree, bracing against it. His eyes filled with tears and he growled when he felt Jack die. Harris slammed his fist into the tree before he threw his head back and howled.

It was a weapon in the hands of a king who had never once hesitated to kill. His hands trembled as he pressed the scroll flat again. He thought he could control the game. That by offering whispers in the dark, he could save his children from the storm. But the storm had come anyway. And now, all he could do was pray that it didn’t tear them apart. For the first time in his life, the Alpha of the Silver Fangs was afraid. Not of war. Not of death. But the truth. Because if Serena ever asked the right question—if she ever looked too closely at who she was, where she came from, or what Valerian really wanted—it would all unravel.

Alex growled, his eyes glowing gold. The other alpha's eyes grew wide, and he immediately got up and off the bar stool and backed away. "I'm sorry, Alpha." "What's your name?" Alex growled. "It's Earth alpha." "Well, Earth, I don't ever want to see you at my club again. Now get out of my sight." Earth nodded and ran out to the club. Alex turned his attention to Ash and could see how tense he was. Alex closed his eyes and then opened them as he wrapped his arms around Ash once more.

' Ehile walking over to him. Alphas eyes looked us over and with a hint of pity in his eyes, he turned to the bar tender and ordered a jack on the rocks, three fingers and two coconut rum and cokes. Alpha handed Sophie our drinks, and walked to the table with his own. Sitting down we all read the menu to decide what we wanted to eat. I couldn't decide what I wanted to eat so I ordered the chef specials, so did Sophie and alpha, My appetite was insatiable. While waiting for my food to arrive i was drinking my coconut rum and cokes, I really didn't understand what the deal was with drinking was, the taste wasn't that great and it made my stomach churn, and I was beginning to feel nauseous.

I am sure it is his way to lure me to the lion's den—no scratch that, the wolf's den. "Do you know who you're talking to, human?! This is Seth Greymound the Alpha and the protector of this city!" “I don’t feel “protected” as I was assaulted by your so-called protector!” His eyes grow wider as he grits his teeth, fangs forming as he fumes, "Y-You…" It is a slip of the tongue and my intention wasn’t to rile them up any more than I can. I back away, sensing a foreboding danger from his glare. His short blonde curls raised as I see his fingers slowly changing to sharp claws.