Alphonso Hargreeves Novels & Stories

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.