Alphonso Hargreeves Novels & Stories

♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Unknown to all of those in the room: This was no human... this was a werewolf, and that werewolf wasn't dead. He was, however, very, very close to it. What was more, this werewolf was the ex-Alpha of the Crimson Blood-Hounds: Nickolas Von Kassin. Sephora had brought him into the very heart of the Raven Harpy Kingdom, believing he was just a huma... just... a carcass to show mother that she was telling the truth as to why she was late.

But Anna is his replica, with the same piercing shade of eyes. “Dad…” I swallow, feeling a pinch in my chest. “I…” “You what? You ruined things, right?” “I was at the pack house yesterday,” I mutter, hating the way he glares at me, like I am worth nothing. Like I can do nothing. “And I found the Alpha of the Blood Ridge Pack.” “Please tell me you put a knife to his gut.” I bite my lips, taking a slow step back. My eyes fall to the ground, just as I shake my head slowly.

A man stood up and raised his hand. “Sorry, name’s Harvell, alpha of the Everglades pack. What you just said, if it’s all true, why don’t we go for it? Use Lyanna as a weapon.” Leo pointed a finger straight at him. “Watch what you say next.”

"We finished this. I watched you solder these joints, Kira." "Someone shredded them," Kira whispered, her hands shaking as she pointed to the wall. "This wasn't an accident, this was deliberate." "A bit of a setback, I see," Hargrove said. His voice was like silk over a razor blade cutting through it. We spun around. Mr Harlan Hargrove stood there, looking far too comfortable for a man standing in a disaster zone. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his charcoal suit, looking entirely too calm. Beside him stood the supervisor, Miller, who wouldn't look any of us in the eye.

he says looking over at the poor guy picking himself off the floor, what a bunch of a-holes. "I'll be looking for Richard, but I think it's highly unlikely that he's gonna be there, as I said him and Denton aren't friends and he isn't really a part of M.S.P, he just does their dirty work" I say as we get closer to the entrance, now we were only one car away from it being our turn "why aren't they opening the door for the women?" I ask giving the people in front a confused look, isn't that a bit rude? "I'm not having another man opening your door and helping you out, that's my job" he growls slightly which does answer my question, Alpha's are very possessive.

Rowan said. Drake came off the wall. He gave it to them exactly as he'd given it to me, no more heat in his voice than a man reading out a list. That he'd come into Blue Moon as Cole. That this territory took him for a trader out of the east and he let it stand — a trader gets talked to, an Alpha doesn't. That his name is Drake Watson, Third Alpha of Shadow Moon. That Alice Watson is his sister. That went round the table. Sorin's head came up. One of the others put a few words under his breath to the man beside him.

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.

So when my acceptance letter arrived from Harvard, my dad jumped at the opportunity. Being the next in line to become alpha, I was filled with trepidation about leaving the pack. It felt like I was abandoning them. However, my father convinced me I wouldn't be abandoning my pack to go to Harvard. Rather, I would be attending Harvard for the better of the pack. Over the years, the war continued to dredge on. Lives were lost, but they were kept at a minimum. I was in my graduating year at Harvard when my dad called with the good news. After five long hard years, the war was finally over.

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa

How was he going to know if Limbert was lying or not? " Whatever," the Alpha clicked his tongue. He was looking very different from the man who had been in the room with a little human since. " As usual, there's nothing important to talk about except gawking at me. Just one reminder, It's me. Alpha River Dmitri Herves of the Moonvalley pack, I'm back and as I've said, I'm not going to leave any chance for truancy this time." He completed and then, turned to leave but Lord Chels gently spoke up.