Alphonso Hargreeves Novels & Stories

I don’t think this is going to go away. The door quietly clicks shut, and footsteps sound on the tiled floor. The scent is getting stronger, and his aura is filling the room. The closer he gets to the bed, the warmer I feel. I feel myself getting lost in all of this, but I can’t afford that. “I don’t want to bother you. I just thought that I’d introduce myself. I’m Beta Dominic Hargrove. I wanted to welcome you to the Blackpaw pack.” Goddess, just his voice has me almost creaming my pants. There’s no way I’m going to be able to do what I came here for with him around.

Harrod had thought about asking others in the pub but he realized that it was likely that Alphonse, who was now an alpha and the leader of a pack, would leave out spies and ears to report to him if any one asked around about him in the pub. As he was quite far from them earlier when he observed José and Jake as they had a conversation, Harrod was unable to tell what they were talking about about. However, he could pretty much tell that they were both acquaintances, and fit some reason he was curious to know which is who this strange guy is. This was because he had prior thought that Jake was Alphonse. ' But where's the baldness. Or did he find a way to get change that, just as he became an A

Although he seemed weak and vulnerable at this moment, his eyes were cold. I was too scared to answer. Fortunately, Hogan wasn’t afraid at all. “We took you in because you were injured. But I don’t think you have the right to interrogate us first.” Hogan moved closer. “Who are you? And why did you enter the borderline?” Hogan asked. The mysterious man peered straight at Hogan. He opened his red lips and introduced himself. “I am Regis. The Alpha of Green Forest Pack.”

He smiled at the young woman, and she lowered her head to avoid his gaze. They helped the Alpha sit down, and once he was seated, he raised his eyes to meet mine and then smiled broadly. “Forgive me for my tardiness, Your Majesty,” he said kindly. “My name is Arthur Harvey. I am the Alpha of the Sky Pride Pack. Welcome to my home.” “The pleasure is all mine,” I replied with a small smile of my own and then I introduced the rest of my group.

he muttered under his breath. Sky's heart was in her throat. Behind his back, Herman's hands were balled into tight fists. "What is it, Dr. Hughes?" Dr. Hughes suddenly pulled his hand back and ripped off his gloves, slamming them onto the floor. "Alpha Howell is fifty-three years old. A high-ranking Alpha's heart rate should be a drumbeat, and his skin should be running hot!" His voice suddenly boomed through the room. "But this hand? The muscle is as soft as wet cotton! There's zero Alpha energy coming off this person! This isn't an Alpha—this is some old, low-tier grunt!"

The wooden gravel hit the hard surface. Doom arrived at the cage, a playful smile visible on his scarred face. “He's Alpha Ryker, the son of the community whore, Alpha Rheagor," Doom whispered, draping a thick robe over my body. I hate that just anyone can touch me but I was left with no choice. “And what do I need this information for?” I snort. “Alpha Rheagor is said to buy slaves annually. He's obsessed and doesn't mind passing the tradition to his son. He's ruthless and the son... He's said to have killed the greatest rogue alive.”

-Alpha Aiden. Crescent Pack, Greenville. Alpha Theo brought a good deal of misery to the Crescent Pack the day he died. The whole Pack had experienced true grief with the news of his death but I was most pained- because he was my father. This moment, I would be calmly accepting the news of his demise, and the next moment, an unnerving mixture of fright, rage, and grief would arrest me, until my emotions were shredded into unrecognizable pieces.

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”

It was the man from my office, the Alpha of Midnight Crescent. He looked a lot rougher than the last time that I had seen him. His greying hair had fallen out in places and he seemed to have aged a couple of decades. He was only a few years older than me. “Alpha?” I was confused, had he stopped the witches, had he figured out who was killing the pups in his pack. “Fuck, you don’t even know my name, do you?” He spits on the ground at my feet “Take these off.” That’s an order. I glare at him, waving my bound wrists at him.

Lorenzo suddenly said my name in a dark tone, and I pulled myself together, knowing I had to wake up and act. My attention went to the older man who pinned me with a strange look. “A very beautiful Omega, no doubt.” He smiled like he was relaxed, but I felt like I was standing in front of a dangerous snake. “I’m Patriarch Leandro Vasiliev. If you get tired of your Alpha’s bad mood, you’re welcome in my pack.” He said it like it was a joke, and Lorenzo answered with a low, dangerous warning growl that made my skin go tight.