Alpine Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

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.”

He suddenly cut me off, tone harsh, “I’m Buck. I’ll be your trial advisor.” “Trial advisor?” My brow arched. He nodded, “The Alpha wants you to get dressed and meet him outside the main gate in five minutes.” I blinked, exasperatedly. I had just woken up and it was all too fast to process all at the same time. Buck suddenly turned around to leave and I scurried to my feet again, almost grabbing him by the hem of his shirt when he turned around. The hostility in his eyes threw me aback, I knew when to stand down.

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 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

God, these two are annoyingly exactly what I need. “What is Mountain Ridge actually like?” Alaric raises his eyebrows. “You've never asked me that.” “I've been busy.” “Fair.” I squeeze Bastian's hand without thinking, and his fingers tighten around mine. “What am I taking them to?” Alaric thinks for a moment. “A pack that's going to be very fucking relieved when Jake arrives.” I frown. “Why?” “Our senior healer is a hundred and twenty-eight.” I blink. “Sorry… did you just say your healer is one hundred and twenty-eight?”

It looked like a skeleton made of chrome and rage. "She's yours," Dax said. "Go clear his name." I climbed onto the seat, the engine turning over with a scream that silenced the crowd. As I rolled toward the gates, I saw Dutch and Snake watching from the balcony, their faces pale in the moonlight. They thought they were watching a girl ride to her death. They were wrong. They were watching the beginning of the end. The race to the Backbone began with a roar that shook the mountains, and as the lights of the clubhouse faded behind me, I realized I wasn't just revving for revenge. I was revving for a future that Dax Steele had made me believe was actually possible.

The crushing weight of the First Alpha's pressure was enough to snap a lesser wolf's spine, but Buck stood tall, his gaze never wavering. “Because you aren't the thing inside you, Athena,” he whispered softly. My heart clenched painfully. “You don't know that... you don't know what I am becoming!” “I do know,” Buck countered, his eyes shining with unshed tears. He raised a hand, pointing gently toward my chest. “Because even when that monster speaks with your mouth... I can still hear your soul screaming underneath it.” A breathless gasp escaped my lips. “Buck...” “I know you're terrified,” he murmured, slowly lowering his sword until the tip rested in the dust, opening his arms wide to leav

My tone turned out colder than I intended. There was something about that man. I thought he looked familiar, like I’ve seen him somewhere before. When I entered my office, I turned on my laptop and searched for the local news articles. We were the fifth generation at Wolf’s Creek, and the nearest neighboring pack was Shadow Mountain pack. Not exactly friendly, but we have had no trouble with them in years. So what territory the bald guy was referring to was beyond me. “There you are,” I found the article with the photo, and I recognized the bald attacker. He was with another man, Zachariah Lyon, developer. “What are you developing there in Santa Barbara, Mr. Lyon? And why do you feel threate