Alpine Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

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

"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

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.

“That poor kid, to think no one in this world cared for him...I can see why you’re so pissed. How is he holding up?” “He is napping right now; Sam is keeping an eye on him. She is angrier than I am. Alpha Richard is looking into things for us, he has a mess up there himself.” I wipe my forehead with my towel. I am starting to feel a lot better. “Thanks, Buck.” “No prob, man.” He smiled and punched me on the shoulder. “Want to spot for me a while?” I nod as he starts his workout. ~~~~

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.

She crept quietly toward the open door, hid in the dark shadows, then looked inside. Buck stood in the center of the dusty barn, working late into the night. He was repairing a broken carriage wheel. He looked incredible. He wore dirty brown trousers and a thin linen shirt, unbuttoned to his stomach. His thick skin was covered in dark engine grease and dripping sweat. Every time he swung his iron mallet, his huge back muscles flexed with power. Frostina stood still in the shadows for a minute, shamelessly admiring his rugged masculinity with wide, hungry eyes.