Alpine Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Anyone would be fooled into thinking it's really a flower shop but I know better. This is definitely Finn’s fortress, a front for whatever sick operation he is running with his group of crooks. I kill the engine and swing off my bike. My gun is tucked against my ribs. I take a deep breath, steeling myself. The moment has come,a moment to beat Finn at his own game. Finn is waiting for me just inside the door, leaning against the counter with that smug grin that makes my skin crawl. He is dressed sharp today, all tailored jacket and polished shoes. He looks like some legit businessman instead of a snake trafficking god-knows-what.

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.

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.

Water rushed out into the Moonstone Corridor now. "Oh, shit," Buck muttered, dropping his iron tools and kicking off his footwear. He dropped to his knees on the wet floor. He hauled open the wooden vanity doors and reached deep into the dark piping. Lynn froze, his eyes locking onto the omega's waist. Buck was wearing thin, low-slung blue pajama pants. They hung dangerously low on his wide hips. He was not wearing any underwear beneath them. He had the tightest, roundest, most perfect male ass Lynn had ever seen on a wolf.

“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.

Someone who would love me as I was and save me from my sufferings. Days passed since that incident and my wounds healed faster than normal. I ignored it, however, making sure I didn't cross paths with Melissa again, no matter what. I never set my eyes on Brian since that day either, and I knew it was because he was busy with the race that occurred between our pack and the nearest wolf pack, Moonmist pack. I always wanted to know what it would be like to be a female biker but I knew it was impossible. Only alphas were allowed to be bikers. A mere wolfless omega like me would be killed before I even made it there.

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.

I reminded myself I had time. And today… Today was different. After the morning meetings, Alexandro had found me in the east wing where I was helping the servants organize supplies for the upcoming winter. He looked as composed as ever—dark tunic, sword belt slung casually over his hips—but there was something lighter about his eyes. "I have a request," he said. I straightened immediately, heart thudding. "Of course." He smiled slightly. "There’s a shrine up in the mountains. It's tradition for the Alpha and Luna to visit it after their union—to offer a prayer to the spirits for protection and guidance."