Alphonso Hargreeves Novels & Stories

That stunt at the club — that look, that tone, the weight of him when he got too close — it stirred things I thought I buried beneath five years of armor and indifference. But this? Sending me stolen intel? That was desperation. The Alpha playing the wolf in sheep’s clothing — trying to remind me of who he was, who I once loved. Too bad I’d already replaced him with a colder version of myself. I sat down at the edge of my glass desk, fingers threading together. The skyline glittered behind me — ruthless, impersonal, perfect. “Call Hargrave,” I told Vera. She blinked. “The fixer?” “No, the other Hargrave. The one who stages political coups for fun and clears federal messes in under twelve hou

Mich encouraged them “Thank you, we are grateful, we certainly will not forget what you have done” the young man appreciated us “What is your name, and what happened, why were you tied uplike that” I inquired from the young lady who appears to look bold despite what they had just experienced. “My name is Eloha and this is my brother Rozim, our father was supposed to be the Alpha of our pack but he was betrayed and framed for what he didn’t do by the Beta of our pack” she said already getting emotional

A small smile curved on his lips, showing satisfaction, then he gestured for me to leave Don't get confused now, let me give you a brief introduction about myself I am Reed Alphonso, Second son of Lucas Alphonso, Alpha of The Silver Pack. Though I'm the second, my father chose me as the next in line to the throne, but in order to prove my worthiness, he sent me to spy on Robert Gonzales, bring him down and conquer the whole pack. Only then will I be able to Succeed him My older brother, Craig, wasn't happy about this, though he had always underestimated and made me feel less of myself, he still feared that I may succeed, which was the last thing he wanted, so we had a deal.

The paper was already beginning to soft-fringe under the heavy humidity of the Lagos morning, but the corporate seal at the top of the page—the three interlocking V’s of the Vane-Global Consortium—was stamped in a deep, glossy ink that resisted the dampness. "Jago," I whispered, the name feeling like a dry stone in my mouth. I didn't reach for the folder. I reached behind me, my hand finding the heavy, cold iron of Dante’s forearm. The Alpha was standing three inches deep in the river mud, his massive chest heaving as his real lungs adjusted to the thick, oxygen-heavy air of the coast. The charcoal-black crust that had saved his life in the Swiss vault was flaking off his shoulders in large,

Silvercloud grinned, doing the Mister Burns finger-tapping thing. Everyone else took a look and nodded in understanding. “Um, hello. Human here who has no clue what is going on,” Alex raised his hand. “The mark Alpha now sports tells all he is the mate of the Kavanagh Alpha,” Silvercloud smirked, giving me a bow. “What? I’m so confused,” Alex sighed.

That was cold, he could've at least let me thank him for helping me that time. "What a dick." Daichi said, fixing up his tie. "They think just because they're alphas, they can strut around like their hot stuff, piss off." He yelled but they were probably too far to hear. Daichi is a beta and he's hated alphas for as long as I can remember but he's friends with some people who are alphas. He might hate alphas but in his words, "Only the Alphas who are too proud to distinguish right from wrong." Akito on the other hand is an alpha that he trusts, we all met in elemtary school but Daichi and I were friends first.

I knew for a fact that the meeting wouldn't be an easy one and I had made sure to prepare my mind for their antagonism upon my stand with my maid before stepping in. Asides the Elders who were all seated like stone judges with their expressions carved from years of tradition and stubborn pride, Deucalion was also present, looking tired and frustrated. They must have stressed him out before I got there. A brother like blood, my ever capable Beta. “We welcome you, Great Alpha.” Elder Hargan began, standing on his feet. “We waited long enough.” He was the oldest among them, his silver beard hung down like the roots of the ancient ash tree behind the Hall of Oaths, and his eyes, though dim with

He dropped to his knees, "Please. I have a family. I have served this Pack for thirty years. I beg you—show mercy." Cedrick watched him for a long moment. The silence stretched until it became unbearable until the elders shifted in their seats and Hargrove's breathing grew ragged with desperation. Then Cedrick spoke. "The chance was already given," he said. "You chose to waste it." He didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. "Captain," Cedrick said. The guard at the door moved swiftly. Hargrove barely had time to scream before the blade came down. His body crumpled forward, and his head rolled once before settling against the base of the table.

“Uh-huh. I hugged you really tight. I wanted your booboo to stop hurting.” Nathan frowned. “What are you talking about?” I looked at him. “I think…” The words felt fragile and enormous at once. “I think she’s healing me.” Nathan’s eyes widened. “What?” Sylvia spoke again, voice trembling with awe. She is Alpha born… and she is a healer. It runs in her veins. In that moment Nathan and I understood; our daughter, our Rosalyn was not simply an Alpha’s daughter. She was something far rarer. She was an Alpha born healer…