Alpine Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

I am caught between two alphas, and I feel like I am being shredded in the middle. I push back into the main bar area, the blast of heat and noise hitting me like a punch. People are dancing, bikers are slamming back drafts, and the jukebox is screaming a country rock anthem about bad choices. To them, it is just another night in Reno. To me, I am carrying the weight of a war that hasn't even officially started yet.

He had the tightest, roundest, most perfect male ass Lynn had ever seen on a wolf. Lynn gripped the stone doorway to steady himself as his inner alpha roared with sudden, aggressive lust. The view was incredible. Buck reached back to tug his pants up before standing flat on his feet. Lynn let his gaze drag upward. Buck's shirt clung to his thick chest, his massive biceps flexing against the fabric. His dark jaw stubble flexed as he ground his teeth, making Lynn's own cock throb hard inside his sleeping shorts. The omega had bright green eyes that flared with a sudden, answering heat.

"The challenge is complete. Alpha Cain is victorious. By pack law the Crimson Ridge pack is now absorbed into the Steel Vultures pack." The clearing erupted in noise with our wolves cheering and Drake's wolves looking shocked and defeated and I felt a surge of relief so strong my legs almost gave out. "He did it," Jake said and grabbed my shoulder. "Holy shit he actually did it." Ryder was already running toward Cain who looked like he was about to collapse and caught him before he hit the ground. "Get Doc Martin," Ryder shouted. "Now." I ran back to where we'd parked the cars and found Doc Martin already grabbing his medical kit and we both sprinted back to the clearing where Cain was sitti

HERO POV "Let me get this straight," the Alpha on the computer screen said slowly, his gaze fixed on me. "You're saying Stephen left the mountain some years ago, and is somehow responsible for your siblings' deaths?" Baxter, unlike most wolves I encountered – both on the mountain and elsewhere – kept his hair closely cropped, almost like a soldier. It was clear he took meticulous care of his appearance, shaving it down daily. His expression was skeptical, a flicker of doubt dancing in his eyes, but I could tell he was intrigued by my story.

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.

Her father is more than ready to step down, and anyone can see it. Either her and I mate and our packs join, or she mates Dex and I take over Misty Glen. “Here you go Harley,” some random guy says, as he holds up two buckets of water. I have no clue where he even found buckets but I’m not going to waste a minute thinking about it. There were apparently a few cabins on this mountain with things they were just nowhere close to where most of the action was happening.

“Alpha Jaron. I’m referring him to you. He’s in recovery, unable to walk at the moment. I need you to give him your best as his physical therapist.” I froze mid-breath, the name striking me like a lightning bolt. My pulse quickened involuntarily. “Alpha Jaron?” I whispered, barely loud enough for Marga to hear. Marga’s jaw dropped, and her hand flew to her mouth. “Do you mean the Alpha Jaron? The Biker? The most feared, the handsome Alpha of Steel Fang Pack?” I blinked, the weight of her words settling on me. The Alpha of Steel Fang Pack. The man whose very name commanded fear and respect in the supernatural and human communities alike.

I blurted out. “Twenty four, I know I look younger. It's in my genes.” He flicked away a stray strand of hair dramatically from his face. “I could recommend a few skincare products, I always use collagen-” There was a knock, interrupting Luther's next words, he stilled for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Just come in you douchebag” Lucas opened the door, giving me a nice glimpse of the well maintained area around the cabin and the forest beyond. He was carrying some packaged bags in his hands and had a huge grin on his face. “ I hope someone is hungry.”

He asks, and I give him a nod before even bothering to think about it. “I just want to leave this place. Out of all the risks, I want to be able to really take care of Nate. The people here are too inquisitive. It'll be good if we're in a place where they can't ask questions.” That is when it hits me. The people at the pack are going to ask him questions as well. “Don't worry about it,” he says, running his hands through my hair. “I'm the Alpha.” I have another thing to worry about. I also have to find a way to explain things to Nate. There is no way he isn't going to see things that are going to be very off-putting.

Alpha Jasper West, a high-strung rodeo enthusiast, is enjoying his life and winning big as a bull and bronc rider in the lower states of the US. However, he receives an urgent call to return home to Montana and the Medicine Rock Pack. Before he can leave New Mexico, he unexpectedly meets his mate, Lianna Baca, who’s a barrel racer. Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana.