Alpine Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

"Okay. If I finish it then you can't insist anymore and must wait patiently until the garage reopens." Rosalia re-inserted her gun and opened the rolling door completely. She also did some stretching before touching the tools to repair Ryker's bike. "Are you sure she can do it, boss?" "It's your favorite bike, right?" "Miss, you have to be careful because it's his favorite bike." Rosalia stomped her foot and looked back. "Can you be quiet? I want to concentrate." Meanwhile Ryker shook his head. Then he chose to lean against Rosalia's car which made him accidentally look at the long-barreled shotgun inside the car. "Do you like hunting?"

Inside, a stocky guy in grease-streaked overalls looked up from under the hood of a beat-up truck. “Aliyah?” His grin widened. “Damn, haven’t seen you since the Ember Ridge circuit. Thought you quit for good.” I blinked, caught off guard. “Timo?” “In the flesh.” He wiped his hands on a rag and came over. “Still got that death stare when you’re riding, I see.” “I wasn’t—” “Don’t deny it. I’ve seen you pass guys twice your size like they were standing still.” He glanced at Asher, then back at me. “This guy is your new pit crew?”

Instead I had a woman who would not die and an Alpha who had turned his pack inside out looking for answers. Every border was being monitored. Patrols had been doubled. Visitors were searched and questioned. Nathan Lockwood moved like a man possessed and every move he made tightened the net around him and his people, and now, I knew that I was furious at the fact that she was going to eventually wake up and that the two of them would be standing as Alpha and Luna should, strong with desire. I rose from my chair and walked toward the basement without thinking about the sound my boots made on the concrete.

Bucky lowered his head and took out a cigar. Alina disappeared for three years, then became the director of Circuit Group. A rabbit who was usually very obedient and gentle, tonight dared to bare her fangs and claws in front of him. Bucky snorted: "This is ridiculous. How could she do that?" Just after taking a puff of the cigar, the phone on the sofa rang. Bucky glanced at the phone indifferently; he did not want to pick up the phone at all.

she finished after cutting me off and a growl escaped my mouth before I could catch it,my beast was pissed that she did not even identify us as our Alphas mate. Marcus looked at me with amusement while Elsa simply ignored my growl."Well I am Marcus Thorne beta of the Scotsnight it is nice to finally meet ya my lady."he said with a bow. I smiled at him,he seemed really nice and like a happy man "It is nice to meet you all as well." "Well now that you have met we have a few announcements to make to the whole pack."Jake said coldy and I scrunched up my eyebrows. Something didn't feel right.

“But to the outside world, this entire operation—and the Alpha himself—runs under a different title. Welcome to the Boulderback MC.” I tilted my head, the acronym sounding foreign. “MC?” “Motorcycle club," she nodded, a proud gleam in her eye. “A biker gang.” A gang. I swallowed hard, a sudden wave of panic hitting me. God, what kind of world have I stumbled into? Did I sign up for way more than my human mind can handle?

“Monty is honored, your uncles, and your dad too. I can’t stop you, and I won’t, but I will never call you Finch.” Duke nods and hugs his mom. Duke remembers when she handed the title of Alpha over to Monty. She spent the next day sitting at Finch’s grave, talking to him. Duke says a small prayer that he never fully understands her pain. He heads to the lounge to wait for the plane. At the lounge, Bär has gotten a drink and is enjoying a book when another werewolf tries to talk to him. “What ya reading?” A pretty blonde asks sitting down. Buck- Slut alert. Someone wants to ride on the royal Johnson!

You could feel everyone hold their breath at the same time, the moment of frozen horror. The bike was going down. "NO!" The scream tore out of my throat before I could stop it. But Tristan... His Alpha strength did something that shouldn't have been possible. Instead of fighting the slide, he used it, letting the bike drop even lower while his leg came down to brace against the pavement. Sparks flew from his boot as it scraped concrete, his leg taking weight that would have shattered human bones, and somehow—SOMEHOW—he kept the bike upright through pure strength and balance.

I look back at the deer and take a deep breath before asking, “are you… are you the Sorcerer?” “Perspective of you,” the deer-man said, bowing his head down at me. “You can call me Bucky if using titles feels strange,” he then introduces himself. I give him a deadpan stare at the name he gives me. Either this is his actual name, or he is being an idiot and trying to be funny. “What?” He asks, slowly moving towards the cabin. “I thought it was rather punny.”

The bike was a towering, custom built iron behemoth, twice the size of the others, its frame painted a matte black that swallowed the light. The outlaws instantly dropped their weapons, stepping back into a perfect, terrified line of rigid military attention. He's stepping down, the young biker whispered, his teeth chattering from a fear that had nothing to do with the storm. Clear the lane. Clear the lane right now. The heavy black leather boot hit the pavement with a thud that seemed to echo louder than the thunder. A massive, towering figure stepped off the machine, standing well over six feet three, his frame so broad he completely blocked out the headlights behind him. His arms were cov