Alpine Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

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

I chuckle, “Hey Fefe, how was your time at grandma and grandpa’s?” She grins up at me, “Good, did you have good party?” She starts to dance after asking and I chuckle, “Yes, I did.” Grandma and grandpa both come and give me a hug and my grandpa says, “Let me guess, your parents are in the office?” I nod my head and my grandma notices Bryce and says, “And who is this?” He stands up straight, gives the perfect smile that I’ve noticed is his ‘meeting new people’ look. He says, “I’m Alpha Bryce Lake of the Fourth Lake Pack.”

My intruder took no heed for a response, opening the door and barging in without remorse. I shut my eyes. A stupid decision which left my cheeks flustered. “I know you’re awake.” I heard a voice say above me, it wasn’t the Alpha’s, “Good morning, Luna.” My eyes slowly sprung open to a young male standing right over me. He looked shaggy, with frizzy brown hair that was in great need of care—an omega perhaps, I couldn’t help but wonder at the lukewarm color of his eyes. “Good— “I’ll skip the pleasantries.” He suddenly cut me off, tone harsh, “I’m Buck. I’ll be your trial advisor.”

I waggle my eyebrows, licking my lips suggestively. We hadn’t officially met until today, but the Denver alpha caught my eye months ago at his sister’s Luna ceremony celebration. I noticed him right away that night because Cole Bauer is hard not to notice. He’s pushing six foot four and dripping in hard-earned muscle, his very presence oozing authority and commanding respect. His prominent jawline, lickable caramel skin, and dark eyes are just the cherry on top of the already delicious man sundae, and meeting him today only confirmed what I already knew- that the man looks even better up close. “Trust me, you don’t want to go there,” Shay snorts.

Real wolves and they’re tearing each other apart. I step closer to the edge of the gravel lot, boots crunching against stones. Across the roadhouse’s parking lot, a line of black motorcycles gleams under the neon. Engines rev, vibrations rattling my bones. The Dravens. Ronan Draven. The Alpha. The man whose brother was murdered by my father three years ago. My pulse jumps despite my best efforts to keep it steady. They come forward, slow at first, like predators sizing up prey and then it’s chaos.

Alexander murmured to Phoebe, watching his daughter's calculating expression with a mixture of pride and worry. Phoebe nodded slightly. "Buck's pride won't allow him to back down now, even if he should." On the training ground, Buck removed his jacket and rolled his shoulders, trying to project confidence he no longer fully felt. He'd seen enough of Elizabeth's skills to know this wouldn't be the easy victory he'd initially imagined, but years of being Thunder Peak's undefeated champion had instilled a deep belief in his own abilities. "Ready when you are, Princess," he said, dropping into his fighting stance, feet planted firmly, weight balanced, hands raised in Thunder Peak's traditional g

I asked before biting into my food. "The biker bar owned by the Alpha." He said. "You mean where y'all deliberate on your next kill?" Max chuckled. I had not been expecting that reaction. "No, that's where we take requests," he chuckled, winking at me. "Really?" "No. Of course not. It's just a bar that doubles as a biker's bar. That's it. I'd take you there, but I'm not sure how the Alpha would feel." "Thanks for reminding me that I'm a prisoner. Because prisoners get gourmet meals and charming jailers," I said, picking at my food even though my appetite had started to sour.

I asked before biting into my food. "The biker bar owned by the Alpha." He said. "You mean where y'all deliberate on your next kill?" Max chuckled. I had not been expecting that reaction. "No, that's where we take requests," he chuckled, winking at me. "Really?" "No. Of course not. It's just a bar that doubles as a biker's bar. That's it. I'd take you there, but I'm not sure how the Alpha would feel." "Thanks for reminding me that I'm a prisoner. Because prisoners get gourmet meals and charming jailers," I said, picking at my food even though my appetite had started to sour.

I teased, punching his shoulder, trying to keep things on a more friend basis. “Of course, I missed you. No one to get me in trouble around the ranch with you gone,” Alex smirked. “So what happened? Why are you home early? Your parents wouldn’t tell me,” He questioned. I sighed, not sure how much to even say. “The camp got shut down. The director got outed for accepting bribes from hunters to let them illegally hunt on the property,” I explained the part that wouldn’t really upset him. “What an asshole!” Alex exclaimed. “Indeed. He and his son were getting arrested when we left,” I shrugged before I winced for mentioning Darien. “His son? He was in on it?” Alex asked, grabbing my bags from t