Alpine Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

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

"I know what it feels like. Stop fighting it. You're not losing yourself, you're expanding. There's a difference." I was a natural. I hated that I was a natural. It meant something I hadn't decided what to do with. Utah came on day five. We'd been following a loose route that Knox had in his head — road I didn't know, but he'd ridden it before, years ago — and by the time we turned off toward a property he knew about, an old working barn from a pack family who'd sold it and moved east but left the land accessible, the twins were asleep in the truck and Grayson had developed the particular expression of a man who understood he was about to be told to stay with the children.

Blake's favorite by the way. "Hmmm, this is good." She said with a mouth full, making me giggle. "Why, Mrs. Landon, if I didn't know any better, I think the big bad alpha leader of our warrior pack back in Sanborn camp was going soft on us! Why with all this fancy-schmancy stuff....." she said with an eyebrow raised.

Sam handed the photo to her. Allie stared at the picture, her eyes narrowing at the jersey he was sporting. It looked similar. "Who's he?" "Jake Brown. Alpha Hellhound. Football Captain for D.Campers. Typical jerk, frat boy." She stopped breathing for a second. Those descriptions matched the Alphas child she's carrying, and suddenly it felt too real. Killing someone who mirrored Nates profile made her such a sharp breath. It could have been him. And that thought made her stomach clench.

"Now who is going to be the good fellow." She said going downwards to unbuckle his trousers while Aleric struggled to get himself free. "Bumblebee, you know I am an Alpha wolf and these shackles mean nothing to me. If I can't bear the torture then I'd be left with no choice than to break it off. please don't do this, let me touch you even a bit." Aleric said in a pleading voice while Sapphire laughed, how can a man which such a powerful demeanour beg at a situation like this after flaunting his strength just now?

Bastein's POV After my last bar fight, I needed to get off the grid, think, and let Tiberius out for a while. The hills of Tennessee are a treasure trove for off the grid living, I found a great hidden cave and put my bike in it safe and sound. I grabbed my saddle bags, put them on a low branch and shifted into my wolf. Tiberius is still pissed off at me but is thankful to be out in the open, he lifted the saddlebags off the branch onto his back and took off. I settled in the back of his mind as he wandered the vast forest. The number of different trees, plants, scrubs and fruit bushes was amazing. He found a waterfall with a deep pond and stopped, I have no idea how long we had run, b

Dennis called out to the man walking towards the main house. Stanley ‘Skippy’ Jackson had come to the farm eight months ago. He arrived on a black 2021 Harley Davidson Fat Boy 114. He had looked thin and worn out. Stanley had told Dennis that Alpha, Sven Jurgen up in British Columbia, had kicked him out over a she-wolf. Skippy had found his mate at a social gathering by the alphas' son and wanted to claim her as his chosen mate. The resulting fight left Skippy almost dead and running for his life. Once safely on the farm, Skippy retained his weight and became one of the main hunters.

“Sort of contract jobs. Not much but it pays the bills.” Zach silently did not believe him. He knew there is something behind that cool demeanor and he means to find that out. “I didn’t get your last name,” he commented patiently. “Walters didn’t mention it.” “I didn’t,” Alex piped in softly. She looked at Zach, straight in the eye. “He’s last name is Buckworth. He’s the Bucky that’s been calling on my phone, sir.” “You always loved that name for me, do you, sweetheart?” Damon drawled, smiling down at her.

I rolled my eyes and sat back in my mind and watched her jumping and ducking under trees. She growled anxiously and pushed herself harder. She slowed down and started to crouch down. Our eyes locked at the buck that was drinking water from a stream. I could already taste the meat. We licked our lips and continued to craw slow. We hide behind trees, but never lost contacted with the buck. Our knees tighten and were ready to jump. Our claws came out more and our lips pulled back showing our fangs.The bucks head snapped toward our direction and sniffed. It was about to take off into a sprint but we jumped and clamped on his neck.

Jaxon’s POV I tried my best to ignore the sound of engines being ignited outside. It felt....annoying and frustrating knowing that I wasn't the one starting it and feeling it rev. It had started few minutes after Felix had given the announcement. Warriors were already training, mechanics were working in the biker shed, and somewhere beyond that, I could hear the laughter and arguments of the younger wolves. I looked at the corner, where a shelf was. A shelf that had my trophies for winning 7 biker tournaments in a row. I stopped to let the younger generation win after I became alpha.